#though this is starting to feel like flirty cat-and-mouse

[honorhearted]

"Hmm, such as?" Benjamin asked. "I know the fairer sex is rather elusive, but are you saying you can read minds, as well?"

Despite the jest in his tone, he was genuinely curious of her meaning, and once Bianca's coy gaze met with his own, he faltered as she turned and directed her attention out towards the dance floor. With barely any time at all, a young man met her gaze -- well-poised, fluid, naïve -- and his knees practically turned boneless once he all but tripped in his dance steps.

A titter arose at his expense, and with coyly gleaming eyes, Bianca returned her sly glance toward Benjamin. A distinct heat formed beneath his collar, harsh and white-hot before he breathed an uneasy laugh. "I see no discretion here," he volleyed. "You practically destroyed that man... Remind me to never get on your sour side."

Indifferent toward his reservations, Bianca inclined her head and indicated that he follow. Helpless but to obey, Benjamin relinquished his wine glass onto a passing tray, then followed her toward the library. The moment they crossed the threshold, his mouth dropped and he appraised the boundless shelves with visible delight.

"I've never seen so many books," he said. Overcome, Benjamin moved toward the nearest shelf, skimming his fingers along each spine with a hint of reverence. "You have the classics, as well as all the great philosophers...do you truly mean to tell me you've read all of these?"

Bianca plucked a tome from a neighboring shelf. Eyes feline and her mouth in a sultry curve, she laid down Vom Tode für das Vaterland and slid the book across the table, posing her question.

Stepping forward, Benjamin traced the gold leaf along the cover and nodded. "I've heard of the ideals," he replied. "Though admirable, I'm afraid American patriotism leans more toward works such as Cato."

"How far are you willing to go for freedom...Benjamin Tallmadge?"

All at once, his eyes snapped up to meet with hers, a distinct chill settling within his spine. "So you do know me," he replied, attempting nonchalance. "I'd been waiting for a sign all evening, but I suppose your earlier words proved true, after all: women really do hold all the cards."

Placing his own palms flat against the table, he leaned forward and mirrored her challenging posture. Eyes glinting within the flickering candlelight, he avowed, "I'm willing to go as far as it takes, madam. No sacrifice is too great -- I've already lost most of what I hold dear in this life, so to turn back now..." Here, his teeth gritted. "Well, I'd be a coward. And I damn well intend to see this through."

"Women understand things that need not be said out loud. That is where our power lies."

Her grey eyes gazed at one of the men on the dance floor, careful and measured in his steps. It was clear that he knew the dance by heart and had been dancing since he was a boy. Bianca kept her gaze on him, waiting for the moment when his eyes would meet hers.

And when it did, how quickly things unfolded--lips, soft and red as a rose flashed the sweetest of smiles; eyes that gazed upon him as if he were a secret lover moved to look away. Her laugh, soft and sweet were concealed behind her fan. The poor gentleman, heady from the most subtle of attentions made a wrong turn and fell, eliciting a gasp from the other guests, with some softly chuckling at the man's embarrassment.

Bianca looked up at Ben, satisfied with her little demonstration. "...and I pride myself in my discretion." she replied as they moved away from the crowd that did not even notice their hostess leave the room with her guest.

Her library was filled with the many books she had collected over the centuries, and there were a few that she had taken with her from her palazzo in Venice, remnants of the mortal life she had left behind.

"Have you read Vom Tode für das Vaterland by Thomas Abbt?" she asked as she carefully took out the book from its place on her shelf. Bianca set it on the table, her eyes meeting his. "He talks about dying for one's fatherland--How far are you willing to go for freedom...Benjamin Tallmadge?"

[shimmerandink]

Gifts of Chaos

Jinx x Vi`s Girlfriend! Reader

Angst/one-shot

Tags: Jinx x reader, Vi x reader, you are Vi´s girlfriend, manipulating jinx, flirty behavior, girlfriend stealing, sfw

Summary: You, Vi´s girlfriend meets Jinx who get´s an interest in you. Vi however is not pleased and as time progresses your relationship slowly starts falling apart...

Masterlist pt2 pt3

The smell of smoke still lingered in the air when Vi stepped into the abandoned factory, her boots echoing against the cracked concrete floor. You were right behind her, staying close, your fingers brushing the small of her back, more for your reassurance than hers. You had heard stories about Jinx. Everyone had. But for Vi, it wasn’t a cautionary tale. It was blood. It was loss.

And now she was here.

Jinx stood atop a half-dismantled catwalk above, lit by flickering neon tubes she must’ve dragged in herself. The electric hum buzzed like insects in your ears, casting her in shadows and shifting light, half angel, half threat.

She jumped down with that impossible grace, landing with a soft clink of metal. Her boots, her belt, her weapons, everything about her screamed danger. But her grin? That was something else. Sharp, but curious. Wild, but almost childlike. She looked at Vi like a ghost had walked into her life.

And then her gaze slid to you.

The grin faltered.

Her head tilted to the side, slow and smooth, one of those braids swinging with the motion. Her pupils dilated just a bit too much, her smile twitching like static before settling into something unreadable.

"...And who is this?"

You froze under her stare. It was intense, not hostile, not at first, but strange. Hungry. Curious. Like you were something she didn’t expect to see, didn’t know she wanted to see until now.

Vi stepped in front of you, voice cold. "She’s not part of this. Don’t even look at her like that."

But Jinx didn’t look away.

“Your girlfriend?” she asked, dragging the word out like it tasted foreign in her mouth. "Seriously, Vi? All those years crying over me, and now you’ve got yourself a pretty little thing to patch the hole?"

You felt Vi tense, her jaw locking, but it was hard to focus with Jinx still watching you.

Not looking. Watching.

There was something in her eyes, like she was trying to peel you open and see what was underneath. And worse?

Part of you couldn’t look away either.

You didn’t flinch when Jinx stepped forward, though your heart was doing its best impression of a war drum. She was too close now. Close enough that you could see the way her pupils danced, always shifting, never resting. Like her mind was running a thousand miles a minute and you had become its latest obsession.

“Didn’t peg you for the soft type, Vi.” Jinx tilted her head again, letting out a low whistle. “She yours? For real?”

Vi’s stance didn’t change, but you could feel the shift in her breathing. Controlled. Tight. Ready.

“Yeah. She’s mine.”

Jinx let out a slow, dry laugh. "Cute." Her fingers twitched near the trigger of her gun, but she wasn’t aiming it. Not yet. “Tell me, "Mine",” she said, mocking Vi with the nickname, “do you even know who you’re cuddling up with at night?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but Jinx’s hand lifted, one finger pressed to her lips like a secret. “No no, don’t answer yet,” she whispered. “I wanna guess.”

She circled slowly, not stalking, but prowling. A cat curious about the mouse that doesn’t run.

“You’re not like her. Not rough around the edges. You’ve got soft hands, clean shoes. That uptown scent.” Her nose wrinkled slightly, but her smirk only grew. “You’re a Pilty, huh? What a twist.”

"Jinx," Vi warned, her voice low and dangerous.

But the younger woman’s eyes didn’t leave yours. “You know what I think?” she murmured, voice almost gentle now. “You make her feel like she’s not broken. Like maybe, if someone like you can love her, she isn’t so far gone.”

She took another step forward, and this time...you didn’t back away.

She noticed.

That crooked grin returned, but there was something different in it now. Something quieter. Less performative. “Huh,” she breathed, head tilting again. “You’ve got guts, sweetheart. I’ll give you that.”

Vi moved between you both again, her chest brushing yours as she shielded you. “Back. Off.”

But Jinx only backed up with a lazy shrug, hands raised. “Relax, sis. I’m not gonna hurt your new toy. Wouldn’t dream of it.” She licked her lips, eyes still flicking toward you. “Not unless she wants me to.”

Then she was gone, fading into the shadows with that soundless, uncanny grace, like a ghost returning to the dark.

You didn’t realize how tight your grip was on Vi’s arm until she turned to you, gently prying your hand free.

“You okay?” she asked.

You nodded slowly... but your eyes lingered on the spot where Jinx had vanished.

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It had been nearly two weeks since you saw her, Jinx. But that night still played on loop in your mind like a broken reel, skipping back to her smile, her voice, her eyes. Especially her eyes.

Now, you sat across from Vi in a quiet little café tucked away in one of Piltover’s cleaner districts. The walls were a soft amber glow, lined with hand-painted tiles and hanging plants, like the kind of place that begged people to feel safe. The warmth of the lighting should’ve calmed you.

But you were anything but calm.

The soft chime of silverware against ceramic. The faint clatter of cups being washed behind the counter. Vi stirring her coffee too long, round and round with a spoon that barely touched the sides.

You couldn’t tell if she was thinking or just avoiding speaking.

Your food sat half-eaten. Warm stew, rich with spice and tenderness, but you’d been chewing like your mouth was made of cotton. You couldn’t taste anything anyway.

Finally, Vi broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice low and rough like she hadn’t spoken in hours.

You looked up slowly. “For what?”

She stared down into her cup, watching the cream spiral like it might spell something out. “For bringing you down there. For letting you near her.”

Her. Even when she didn’t say the name, it hit like a slap.

Vi’s fingers tightened around the ceramic cup. “She wasn’t supposed to see you. I didn’t think—” Her jaw locked. “She looked at you like you were a fucking puzzle. And she doesn’t let go once she’s curious.”

You sat back slightly in your seat, eyes lowering. You didn’t want to lie to her.

Because part of you had felt it, too. That pull.

You still felt it.

Vi continued. “Jinx... she gets in your head. Always has. Back when we were kids, she’d twist people around her finger without even realizing it. Then blow it all up like it didn’t matter.”

The ice in her tone made your skin crawl. Not because she was wrong. But because it made you feel guilty. She doesn’t know what it did to you.

Vi leaned forward across the small table, reaching out to take your hand in both of hers. The callouses on her palms brushed against your softer skin, comforting, familiar. Steady.

“She’s dangerous. I don’t care if she smiled at you or made you feel... whatever. That’s what she does. I’m just glad you walked away untouched.”

Untouched.

Your throat tightened.

If only Vi knew.

Because Jinx had touched something. Not physically, but mentally. Emotionally. Like she’d crept inside a locked room in your chest and refused to leave.

“She won’t come back,” Vi said, almost like a promise. “I won’t let her.”

You nodded slowly, forcing a smile.

But your heart beat a little faster. Because you hadn’t told Vi about the strange symbol you found etched into your coat pocket the day after.

Or the folded scrap of metal you found in your purse. The one that wasn’t there before.

Or the smell of gunpowder and cherry gum that somehow lingered in your closet when you knew it had been shut for days.

Vi didn’t notice.

But you did.

And when she looked away again, back to her coffee, back to her guilt, you allowed yourself a tiny breath you didn’t want to examine too closely.

Because deep down...

You were kind of hoping Jinx would come back.

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The apartment used to feel like home. Now, it just felt like a box closing in.

The air inside was heavy, thick with something unsaid, something rotting between you and Vi. The warmth that used to sit between you both, that steady kind of love, had turned into a brittle, breaking thing. And maybe... maybe you weren’t doing anything to stop it.

Another fight.

You weren’t even sure what triggered it this time. Maybe Vi’s exhaustion. Maybe your distance. Maybe the way your mind had been elsewhere for weeks, caught in the web of something you didn’t want to name.

Vi stood across from you, jaw tight, fingers flexing at her sides like she was forcing herself to stay still. The dim kitchen light flickered slightly, buzzing between you both.

“You barely even talk to me anymore.”

Her voice was raw, low, edged with frustration but lined with something that almost sounded like hurt.

You swallowed. “I do talk to you.”

Vi scoffed, shaking her head. “No. You exist near me. That’s not the same.”

Your arms folded tightly over your chest, like maybe if you held yourself together hard enough, the words you didn’t want to say would stay locked in.

Vi exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I feel like I’m losing you, and you won’t even fucking tell me why.”

Because I don’t know how to explain it.

How could you? How could you put into words the way something else had taken root in you? That every time you looked over your shoulder, you swore you saw a shadow just waiting for you to notice? That the little “gifts” left behind, burned playing cards, twisted scraps of metal, a single bullet with a smiley face etched into the casing felt more like a secret language than a threat?

Vi stepped closer, her presence grounding, real. Her voice softened just a fraction. “Whatever this is... just tell me.”

She was asking for honesty.

You gave her silence.

Vi’s expression hardened. She let out a bitter laugh, stepping back like she was realizing something too late. “You know what? Fine.” She turned away, gripping the edge of the counter. “Keep shutting me out. Keep pretending like I don’t see what’s happening.”

Something inside you twisted.

Vi shook her head. “I’m not gonna fucking beg you to be honest with me.”

You flinched at that.

She scoffed, her voice dropping. “You want space?” She gestured toward the door. “Take all the space you fucking want.”

Your throat felt tight.

Maybe you should have fought. Maybe you should have stayed.

Instead, you grabbed your jacket and left.

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The city swallowed you whole.

Piltover’s clean streets bled into the underbelly, the winding alleys where the glow of street lamps didn’t quite reach. Your breath curled in the cold night air, hands stuffed in your pockets, shoulders hunched against the weight of everything left unsaid.

Vi’s voice still rang in your head. I’m not gonna beg you to be honest with me.

She didn’t know. She didn’t understand the pull inside you.

Or maybe she did. Maybe that’s what scared her.

Your fingers brushed against something in your pocket, something you didn’t remember putting there.

You pulled it out.

A small, round coin. It was warm, like someone had just been holding it. A familiar smiley face was scratched into the surface, jagged and uneven.

Your breath caught.

A breeze curled around you, carrying the faint scent of something sweet, something that shouldn’t be here.

Gunpowder and cherry gum.

No fucking way.

Something shifted in the shadows up ahead.

And then—

“Well, well... look who finally came looking for me.”

You froze.

Jinx stood just beyond the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, one boot propped against the crumbling brick behind her. The neon streaks in her hair caught the low light, her cyan eyes glowing in the dark like something feral.

She was twirling a small knife between her fingers, lazy and smooth, like muscle memory. Her grin was wide, but her eyes, those goddamn eyes, stayed locked on you.

“I was starting to think you weren’t interested,” she teased, tilting her head.

You swallowed, hard.

She took a step forward, slow and deliberate. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You liked my little presents, didn’t you?”

A lump formed in your throat.

Jinx smirked. “Cat got your tongue?”

The night air felt thick around you, heavy and suffocating as Jinx moved ever closer. Each step she took toward you felt like a slow burn, a spark edging ever nearer to a fire you weren’t sure you wanted to stop. The only sound was the soft scrape of her boots on the cracked pavement, each movement deliberate, calculated. She was savoring this. Savoring you.

You should’ve walked away. You should’ve turned on your heel, swallowed down the tightness in your throat, and gone straight back to Vi. That’s what a good partner would do, right?

But Jinx’s voice pulled you in, weaving through your defenses like a poisonous melody.

“Y’know,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving yours, “I thought I was imagining it the first time. The way you looked at me.”

You stood frozen, your pulse hammering against your ribs. Her eyes, those cold, calculating eyes, held you captive, drawing out every ounce of shame, every flicker of desire you tried so hard to bury.

“But then I saw you again. Same look,” Jinx continued, her grin almost predatory. “Made me wonder… who were you really thinking about when you crawled into Vi’s bed at night?”

You didn’t know how to answer, because the truth was, every time you closed your eyes, it was Jinx you saw. The way she laughed, the way her hair glowed in the moonlight, the way her eyes burned into you like she could see inside you. You’d tried to deny it, but it was undeniable now.

She knew.

Her smile widened as your silence spoke louder than anything you could’ve said. “Oh, there it is,” Jinx said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “That guilt. That tension. You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? Can’t get me out of your head. But you still tell yourself you’re not the one who’s lost.”

Her fingers twitched, the knife she’d been twirling now gone from her hand, slipped into the sheath at her hip. She didn’t need it. Her words were sharp enough to wound you, and she knew it.

Jinx stepped closer, one slow, deliberate step at a time, closing the distance between you with a predator’s grace. She was playing with you, circling you like she owned every inch of this moment. You tried to breathe, tried to steady yourself, but each movement she made only pulled you deeper into her web.

“You ever think about me, cupcake?” she asked, the nickname grating on your skin like sandpaper, but the way it rolled off her tongue made you feel things you couldn’t admit even to yourself. “Late at night, when you’re in Vi’s arms? When you’re kissing her, and it still feels... wrong?”

You hated how much it hurt to hear her say that. But you didn’t hate how much it was true.

You hated how much you wanted to believe it.

You swallowed thickly, but the words wouldn’t come. Jinx noticed your hesitation, noticed the way your breath quickened, the way you shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

She grinned, and it was sharp. “Oh, that’s it,” she purred. “You don’t wanna admit it. You think I don’t know? But you’re just mad Vi doesn’t make you feel like I do. Like this.”

She stepped closer, her breath warm against your ear, and for the first time since she’d appeared, you felt your body react to her. Her proximity. Her words. Her touch, her danger.

Jinx’s lips brushed lightly against your earlobe, and the warmth spread through you like wildfire, making your heart race even faster. “You’ve been playing pretend for so long, haven’t you? Hiding from what you really want. But it’s not gonna go away.” Her voice dropped lower, darker. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She lingered there for a moment, then pulled back just enough to look at you. Her eyes danced with mischief. “Go on. Run back to her. Tell her you went for a walk and got lost.” Her lips curled in that same sharp, twisted smile. “Or don’t. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that, she turned away, her steps light and casual, but every single movement dripped with confidence. She was walking away, but you could feel her pulling you with her.

“You won’t be able to resist,” she called back over her shoulder, her voice carrying in the night. “I’ll leave you another present, sweetheart. Let’s see how long you can pretend you don’t wanna open it.”

And just like that, she was gone. Her figure blending into the shadows, her presence hanging over you like a curse.

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, the cold wind biting at your skin as the adrenaline started to wear off. Your heartbeat thudded in your chest, each pulse sending a wave of guilt and want crashing through you. Jinx was right, you wanted her. But you didn’t know what that meant anymore.

And maybe... maybe you never had.

Your fingers shook as you reached into your pocket, feeling for the coin she’d left for you. You pulled it out slowly, your hands trembling. It was warm, like she had just touched it. The familiar smiley face stared back at you, its jagged edges looking almost too real in the dim light.

This was no coincidence.

It was a challenge.

And you couldn’t tell if you were terrified or excited.

[theeoriginals]

could you do elijah with a catwoman type of reader? she likes the finer things, she's flirty/loves the chase, and whatever else you think fits! maybe they've been seeing each other secretly (like when katherine/elijah were doing it secretly in tvd lmao) OR they meet for the first time (e.g., she steals something from him and gets caught but gets away and she's hints at seeing him again next time) this is so specific but do whatever you want with it!!

cat and mouse | elijah mikaelson

author's note; this was so fun thank u for requesting <3

warnings: witch!female!reader, tension, abruptish ending bc I didn't know how to drag it out more, brief shapeshifting but I like barely touch on it, because it's sort of inconsequential to the story. reader is close with Klaus, but it's purely platonic! honestly could class this at love at first sight, with how I wrote elijah. fluff, just some heavy make outs, nothing too graphic. reader is flirty and confident!! no use of y/n!

There’s an inherent seductiveness to wearing a mask. It’s almost more vulnerable than just showing your face, because you have to rely on your words, your wit, to get the job done. Of course, there isn’t any specific job she’s needing to get done tonight, but she tries to never attend these sorts of things without a personal mission of some kind.

She gets bored, is the thing. 

Even though she's got everything she could ever want and more, she gets bored and she can't help what happens after that. It's a bad habit, she knows. Her friends always laugh, hiding their smirks and smiles behind her hands when they come over and see the newest shiny thing that wasn't there before. When they hear of a shadow that terrorizes people, seemingly at random. 

It's harmless, though. She's never hurt anyone by doing it. She just laughs a little and maybe she stays the night with some of them, and gets what she wants and more. Cures that boredom in a few different ways. 

It’s started to creep in again, that feeling. It’s why she’s here in the first place. Klaus is a friend, but she tries to keep out of his hijinks for her own safety. Most people here in New Orleans know better than to pledge loyalty to the hybrid, because no one around him is safe for long, even his own family. 

That’s the premise of tonight’s party, according to Klaus. Reuniting his family for what seems like the hundredth time. She feels it’s starting to lose its emotional impact, what with how many times he’s daggered and undaggered them, treating them like they’re pets or something. But she doesn’t voice any of this to Klaus, because she’s smarter than that, and she isn’t equipped to deal with the thousands of years of family drama between the Originals. 

It seems odd to have a masquerade ball as a welcome home party, but she digresses. It’s pointless to question his motives, and it causes her more of a headache than anything. It’s easier to just enjoy herself, and even easier than that to try and find a cure to her boredom. 

It's starting to settle in like a fog of some sort, except it's not hazy or particularly tiring, it's more like steam. Like a hot sauna, soaking the surface of her skin, leaving her panting, thirsty. 

So she leaves the relative safety of the open bar, and lifts her chin up, keeping her shoulders in a stiff line so that people move for her, because she certainly won’t move for them. 

She’s nearly through the dance floor when she’s stopped by a firm hand on her wrist, and her arm is extended with the light tug just before she twists around, braced to deal with whatever idiot has grabbed her. 

She stops short at the sight of the man, only half of his face covered by a mask unlike hers that shields everything real about her except her eyes. 

There’s a smirk on his lips, like he’s amused by something, but she can’t fathom what by. “Excuse me?” She raises a brow, incredulous expression hidden by the mask on her face. It’s rather flimsy, overall, but the rhinestones placed strategically around it juxtapose the sleek black dress draped over her frame, making her appear as nothing more than a shadow. 

“You’re not leaving yet, are you?” 

The voice is unfamiliar, and she loathes the thought that a stranger is teaching her with such familiarity. “I wasn’t aware it mattered,” She gestures vaguely with her other hand, reminding herself of the rather loose grip he has on her wrist. “The party will go on without me, I’m sure.” 

The man ducks his head in a conceding nod, but the smirk on his face has done nothing but get bigger the longer she entertains this odd interaction. “You’ve hardly danced all night.” 

She knows he can’t see the twist of curiosity on her face, but her body must portray it anyways, because he’s immediately elaborating. 

“I’ve had my eye on you,” He says, accented voice a lulling drawl. She’s sure it would put anyone under a spell, given the chance. “I couldn’t let you leave without getting at least one dance, and perhaps your name.” 

“Awfully presumptuous of you,” She notes, though she closes a bit of the distance between them, suddenly interested in the proposition. “I’ll give you a dance, but you’ll have to convince me for a name. I don’t give that out to strangers.” 

He nods again, pulling her to him, closing the rest of the distance between them. “Of course,” 

It’s easy to fall into step with him, practically painted against his chest, there’s no real rhythm to what they’re doing, but it’s working. She’s staring into his eyes from behind the shadowy mask, and he’s looking into hers, like he’ll get every answer he wants from them. 

“So,” He starts, blinking slowly like he doesn’t want to spare a split second from them just in case he misses something. “Do you know anyone here, or are you just here by word of mouth?” 

“I’m familiar with the host,” She says carefully, noticing the way his eyes darken with a hint of surprise. “He’s a friend. I do business with him, sometimes.” 

He seems to see the deeper meaning behind her words. “I wasn’t aware he had many friends of your variety these days,” 

“Oh, he doesn’t,” She says, smirking beneath the mask at the short chuckle that leaves him. “But I suppose there’s an exception to everything. It works for us. I’m still alive, after all. Not many can usually say that after dealing with him.” 

The man’s mouth twists wryly. “I can’t disagree with that.” 

“You’ve obviously got something in common with him, too,” She notes plainly, leveling the playing field between them about information they can peel out of each other without really saying anything. “Perhaps he has more friends than either of us are aware of.” 

“He’s got plenty of secrets up his sleeves, I’m sure of that.” 

He turns them suddenly, hand spanning across the open back of her dress, and she can’t stop the quiet gasp that spills from her lips, hopefully muffled by the mask, though the slight twitch of his fingers against the bare skin of her back says he heard it loud and clear. 

“If I give you my name, may I have yours?” She asks suddenly, aware of the song playing for their dance coming to an end sooner, rather than later. “A fair trade.” 

“I am nothing if not fair,” 

She hums, though she partially doubts his words. He’s shown in the past few minutes that he can play any game she plays, just as easily. 

They dip into the shadows for a moment, ducking out of the colorful lights flashing on the makeshift dance floor, and she makes a decision quickly.

She lays her hand flat against his chest, skating her nails along the pieces of his suit as she slides up his neck and to his jaw, moving fast to push the mask off his face as her other hand rips her own off. 

She doesn’t give him time to blink, or get a real look at her face before she’s smashing their lips together, squeezing her eyes shut as he backs her further into the darkness. She twists them just before they hit the wall, relishing in the way his breath is knocked from his lungs. It doesn’t seem to bother him for long, because he’s drawing her back in, sighing against her lips like she’s just breathed life back into him. 

She skirts her hands all around his lithe frame, feeling the muscles that tense under her touch, hidden but not unnoticeable by the lines of his tailored suit. She drags her nails up under his jacket, rustling the neatly tucked fabric, and pulls her lips away from his mouth to drop down to his jaw, flicking a sharp canine against his jaw and delighting in the choked off noise that breaks from his throat. 

She hides her face in the curve of his throat, leaving marks that disappear almost immediately as she makes them. Panting for breath, she clenches her hands where they lay on his waist. “What’s your name?” 

He licks his spit-swollen lips, head thrown back against the wall as he tries to collect what little of himself he’s got left. “Elijah,” 

“Elijah,” She echoes, tongue curling prettily around the syllables of his name. “Elijah.” 

“Yours,” He says, calloused fingers digging into the exposed skin from her dress. “What’s your name?” 

“My name,” She says, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear, smile practically audible. “Is a secret.” 

Before Elijah can even let out his next breath, every point of pleasure she’s got on him disappears, and he’s left feeling abruptly cold. He rips his eyes open, blinking as they adjust to the bleak lighting, and his chest heaves as he looks around for any piece of that mask, or that dress. Strains his ears to hear the breath of her voice, the pulse that drowned out every song playing. 

She’s nowhere to be found. Elijah tries to be annoyed, but a smile grows on his lips and he can’t help but slump against the wall as he attempts to fix his suit where it’s been tugged at and wrinkled amidst their brief burst of passion. 

A smear of lipstick lingers on his skin, and her intoxicating scent drifts in the natural breeze. 

His curiosity is a dangerous thing. 

She sets out on a familiar path, forgoing her flesh tones and simpering smiles for four legs and a sleek black coat. She covers more ground like this, makes her way to the Quarter and past all of the usual mess happening. No one really looks twice at her in this form– it's how she prefers things, for the most part. 

There's a specific brand of chaos that she's seeking, and she hears the familiar echo of the man's voice as she approaches the compound. If she could smirk like this, she would, but as it is, all she can do is reveal the two sharp fangs that hang down onto the sides of her mouth and pick up her pace ever so slightly. 

The door to his study is open and she sees him pacing back and forth, talking loudly to no one in particular. She isn't sure if there's other people in the house right now, but it certainly wouldn't be the first time she caught Klaus talking to himself. 

He seems to notice her just as she leaps onto his desk, shuffling the stack of stationary sitting atop it. 

"Oh, good, and now you're here to bother me," He stops his pacing, turning to face the black cat sitting primly on the desk. "What is it you want?" 

She stares blankly at him and he rolls his eyes, face set in that familiar glare that's basically tattooed on his features. 

"I don't know why you bother with this," He gestures at her, rolling his eyes again. "The sooner you're in a form I can actually speak to, the sooner I can get you out of my house and back into the Quarter, wreaking havoc on those who have wronged me." 

She can't help the sudden desire she has to irritate him just a bit more, so she bats a leg out and kicks a ceramic figurine off the edge of his desk, watching his fists clench at his sides frustratedly as it shatters. 

Yawning dramatically, she flicks her tail out and perches on the edge of his desk, shaking off the sudden change in appearance as he glares at her, entirely unamused by the whole act. 

"What do you want?" 

She huffs, ever so dramatic, and pushes off his desk, walking around him to drape her arms over his shoulders and dig her chin into the muscles there. 

"I'm bored, Klaus. And nobody likes it when I get bored." 

He sighs, entirely put upon at her dramatics. "What do you suggest I do about that?" 

"What's got you so tense? Maybe I can help with that, hm?" She tries, digging her nails into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. 

"My generosity has come back to haunt me," 

His words earn an immediate laugh from her and she peels herself off of his back, walking across the study to throw herself down onto the couch, laying an arm over her eyes. "Oh, yes, your generosity, which you are so well known for. What have you done now?" 

“Must everything be my fault? It could very well be someone else, you know,” 

She lifts her arm from her face, giving him an entirely unamused look that he dutifully ignores. 

“You know,” He starts again, earning a quiet groan from her that he ignores just as easily. “I undaggered my siblings because I thought they would be less upset with me after all this time. I threw them a party! I gave them access to as many humans as I could!” 

“Oh, I know– how could anyone ever hold a grudge for being stuck in a box for hundreds of years because their brother didn’t want to have a moral compass?” 

He glares at her and she pushes up from the couch, stretching her limbs as she goes. “How about you just let them be mad at you, and you give me the name of one of those people who have supposedly wronged you?” 

Klaus sighs, but he gives in easily, just like she knew he would. It’s why they work so well together. He can’t resist her inherent desire to make a mess. 

The Quarter is as lively as ever, but the energy is always different when the sun goes down. She likes it better this way, when the tourists have returned to their hotel rooms, scared off by enough local legends that they don’t dare wander too far in fear of being sucked into some magical nightmare. 

She likes when the nocturnal things come out to play, because it means there’s so much less attention on her, and what she’s doing. It makes it easier to get things done, this way. 

She’s nursing a drink at the bar in Rousseau’s, unable to resist the draw this place has for witches and vampires alike. It’s mostly seen as a neutral ground, because no one’s willing to risk a place to get good food and drinks over a turf war. 

She’s been making eyes at a boy across the room, quickly looking away when he catches her eye, hiding a bashful smile in her drink. It’s a fun game to play, and it grows easier with every passing minute to lure them in. Even if there’s something off about her, they can’t resist it. Like a mouse walking straight into a trap, just for a bite of the cheese. 

It doesn’t take much longer for the boy, Ethan, to approach her. He’s got a smirk on his face, and he’s obviously under the impression that this is a sure thing. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but,” He shifts, setting his drink down on the bar next to hers. “I saw you looking at me from over here.” 

She swirls the straw in her drink around a few times, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “Is that all it took? Me looking at you?” 

He chuckles, moving to stand more directly in front of her. “Well, you seemed a little lonely, sitting here all by yourself,” 

She sits up in her seat, smirking. “Are you going to fix that for me?” 

“That will be all, thank you, Ethan.” The strikingly familiar voice comes from behind her, and she instantly slumps in her seat, a wry, defeated smile twisting onto her lips despite how much she tries to stop it. 

The boy in front of her straightens up, defensive at the sudden rejection, but as soon as he sees who it is standing behind her, he backs down. His eyes flicker to her, and she flutters her finger in a wave, dismissing him easily as the man quickly takes his place standing before her. 

“That wasn’t very kind of you, Elijah,” She says, taking a sip of her drink. “I was doing business with him. Your brother’s business.”

“You were a very difficult woman to find, do you know that?” 

She raises her glass to him in a mocking toast. “And yet here you are,” 

“Is that what my brother considers business these days? Usually that sort of exchange was reserved for his closest confidants,” 

“A good businessman is always adapting,” She shrugs, watching his eyes roam her face, committing every part of it to memory. “Did you find me for any particular reason, Elijah? Or am I just honored to have the company of an Original,” 

“You stole my watch,” He says, looking anything but upset. “And a button, of all things. Now, the button I’m less worried about, but the watch is an antique.” 

She hums, eyes narrowing at his easy going demeanor. “You spent all this time tracking me down over an antique watch? Forgive me for my assumptions, but I don’t believe that.” 

He nods, still smiling fondly, like she hasn’t been almost entirely antagonistic to him since their first meeting. “I also want your name.” 

“Surely you know my name by now,” She says, huffing a disbelieving laugh. “You couldn’t have found me otherwise.” 

“I do,” He nods again. “But I want to hear it from you. A fair trade, and all.” 

She heaves a sigh, pushing to her feet off the chair to stand before him, once again practically glued to the front of him. “A man of your word, I see,” 

He hums an agreeing noise. “Even when we have nothing else, we have our word. I’m also not one to go back on a deal. I don’t like loose ends.” 

“That’s a shame, I love loose ends,” She grins widely, earning a chuckle from him that says he’s nothing but charmed. “Follow me.” 

She gestures towards the door, and Elijah is quick to fall into step behind her, though she isn’t sure if it’s her past disappearing act or something else that has him so keen to do as she says. 

They step outside into the humid, but cooling air, and she glances up at the pale moon above them, feeling every bit of warmth from it that one would get from the sun. 

“I’m curious to know how you found me,” She says, looking at him as he walks beside her down the mostly-empty sidewalks. 

He sighs, pushing his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, looking every bit as pressed and pretty as he did at the party. “I thought about asking around at first, of course, but I figured if you wouldn’t even share your name with me, the second you caught wind of someone asking about you, you’d become harder to find.” 

“Smart man,” 

He hums, and smiles. “My brother, his girlfriend, is a witch. I asked her for a favor. You left your mask at the party, so,” 

“Foiled by a simple tracking spell,” She says, putting on an air of defeat that has him chuckling, her following suit shortly after. “I appreciate your tenacity, Mr. Mikaelson. Not many want to play my games,” 

“Is that what it was, then? A game?” 

“Of sorts,” She says, coming to a stop at the steps that lead up to her little apartment. “It’d be quite bold of me to play a game of cat and mouse with an Original, don’t you think?” 

He steps closer to her, eyes narrowing as he tilts his head, examining her. “I think that you seem to know quite a bit about me and my family, but I’ve just barely scratched the surface of you.” 

She steps closer to him, the tips of her shoes hitting his. “I do owe you my name, don’t I?” 

“A deal’s a deal,” 

She echoes his words softly, already pressing up on her toes to meet him halfway. “A deal’s a deal.” 

There’s much less fervor in this kiss than the last, but no lack of passion. It seems to strike them both breathless, and she finds herself leaning into him, wrapping a hand around the end of his neatly knotted tie to pull him in impossibly closer. 

A split second later, she forces herself to pull away, sighing shakily as she looks into his lustful, deep gaze. She whispers her name quietly, watching his pupils blow out as it carries between them. He echoes it back, just as quietly, and she nods, hand still wrapped in his tie, where his are still clutching her waist, keeping her from running again. 

“Is that all, then?” She asks, voice still a whisper, like she’s afraid to break whatever has settled between them. “A deal’s a deal.” 

“What’s that you said earlier?” He sighs, chest heaving with the breath. “A businessman is always adapting.” 

He pulls her back into him, catching the corner of her mouth with his lips before he realigns, barely parting for a second to press repeated kisses to her soft lips that taste like the sugary drink she’d had at the bar. “Besides,” He breathes in between kisses. “You still have my watch.” 

She laughs into the next kiss, and it spills out into the night, making him let out his own laugh that sounds just as utterly besotted as hers. 

He forgets about the watch. But by the time he remembers it, he figures there’s no harm in letting her keep it. If only to have an excuse to see her again. 

[urhoneycombwitch]

*thinking about this old ask, swirling my finger around the edge of the glass* https://www.tumblr.com/urhoneycombwitch/746889614203256832/eddie-x-anxious-avoidant-attachment-style-reader?source=share

keep my tab open bartender

Reader who is avoidant and nervous because of their crush and at first Eddie's like okay? Maybe they're just a little standoffish or maybe don't even like him all that much because of what the town thinks so he tries being friendly but it seems to backfire because reader retreats even more

I think it's either that Robin/Steve slip up and tell him or Eddie figures it out himself, but the moment he finds out the reason for all the avoidance isn't because reader hates his guts but because of the opposite, he becomes absolutely relentless. It's a game of cat and mouse and reader keeps slipping out of his fingers but he won't give up. Trying to make it very obvious that he's open to reciprocating feelings that reader doesn't want to acknowledge.

I see it going well, but there's probably a hiccup if our anxious avoidant reader is also a little bit of an overthinker/sensitive because Eddie's naturally charming and flirty so when he ramps up the engines, it kind of seems like he's just teasing them. The touches, pet names, maybe tugging on their hair every so often makes them be like "He Knows and He's Making Fun of Me For It" which makes the avoidance worse until the breaking point where someone just has to admit their feelings aloud without any veils.

*wiping down the bar top with a rag* last call, folks… unless you’re sticking around to talk about frenemies to lovers in which case you can stay as long as you want…

I think Eddie is the perfect candidate to deal with an avoidant reader!!! he’s just too good-natured and silly to let your abrasiveness get to him. you push, expecting him to push back, but he rolls over easily and shows you his belly while he’s at it. along with teasing you on his way down.

(I think you’re right tho, there would be a breaking point. throwing a messy blurb for that under the cut.)

you’re sat on the curb of Hawkins Theater, absolutely fuming, ready to give Steve an earful when he shows up because the movie starts in five minutes and he promised to get here early to buy the group snacks, and Robin already bailed earlier in the afternoon so you’re in a bad mood.

and who comes screaming into the parking lot, music blasting, van windows rolled allll the way down, but Munson himself. throws it into park and jogs up to you, looking scattered but already grinning at the scowl you give him. “hey sunshine. watchin’ a movie all by yourself? very brave.”

and you’re like “shut up. where the hell is Steve?”

and Eddie is infuriatingly cool about it when he tells you Steve bailed, he’s stuck at work and sent Eddie in his place as an apology. which is all you need to hear before you’re shoving off the curb and stomping back to your car but Eddie catches your elbow, still laughing, asking where the hell you’re going.

“storming off, obviously.” you jerk your elbow out of his grip, bad mood made worse by his touch (his touch that makes you yearn, uncomfortably hard. it’s just easier and simpler not to let him get too close).

but Eddie convinces you to stay. says even though your lame friends bailed, lamely, the best revenge is having a great time without them. even buys your ticket. you almost balk again when the theater employee asks if you’re a couple, to which Eddie is a bit too eager to say “yes!” to, until he subtly nudges you to see the “Couples Come Tuesday, Half-Price Tix” sign on the counter and you let it go.

it’s dark and cool in the theater and you get great seats, all the way back and in the middle- only three other seats filled and they’re way in the front. so it’s just you and Eddie and a bucket of popcorn as the commercials play back to back.

Eddie’s shoveling in popcorn but when he notices your arms crossed and clamped defensively over your chest he snorts at you and rolls his eyes, leaning in close to tease and whisper- “I’m not gonna feel you up so don’t even worry about it, sweetheart, your virtue will remain intact.”

and while you’re stamping to death the tiny part of you that wilts at his words, you recovery smoothly and hiss back “I’m just cold, that’s all,” which was a bad move because now Eddie’s taking off his leather jacket and wrapping you up in it, leaving your hands to poke out for snack eating.

it’s still warm from his body heat. smells like cigarette smoke and spicy cologne and motor oil and faintly fruity, like he left a pack of Gushers in his pocket and they melted, or something.

theater air must be different than regular air because the movie has started but you’re not paying attention to the screen, you’re watching Eddie out of the corner of your vision- the gentle slope of his nose and the frizz of his bangs. the way his mouth quirks at a joking line of dialogue, the way his knees tip to the sides restlessly throughout the duration of the film.

the harsh daylight of the outdoors brings you back to your senses quick. Eddie holds the front door open for you but even that doesn’t stop you from tossing his jacket back and waving goodnight, starting the walk back to your car.

but then Eddie says, “you wanna smoke?” which has been a kind of code between you two for ages (‘cuz you don’t actually smoke) but he’s gotten you out of many an unwanted situation by offering, before (at high school parties, too-loud keggers, bars where someone’s coming on to you and you’d rather be anywhere else)

so you say yes. because you can recognize an olive branch when it’s being extended and because Eddie’s a good guy and you don’t want to go home yet. so you tuck yourselves into a little brick alcove between the theater buildings and he smokes and talks aimlessly about the plot of the movie and your heart is doing that weird, whooshing thing that it was doing earlier when Eddie had laughed at something on screen.

and he’s looking at you now, a pinch between his brows, smoke curling from his lips- “was two hours alone with me really that awful for you? gonna call Hopper and report a Bad Time, princess? 😏”

and that’s when you realize your arms are still tight across your chest, but Eddie doesn’t know it’s not because you hate him, it’s because this is the only thing keeping you from doing something crazy, like shoving him against the brick wall and kissing that stupid smirk off his face.

but then he stubs out his cigarette and you’re moving before you can think to stop yourself, before Eddie can open his mouth to say something else annoying or awful or irritating enough to rattle around in your brain for months.

you do what you’ve been secretly longing to do for years. shove him right up into the bricks and kiss him stupid. all tongue and clashing teeth and smooshed noses, messy and hot and real and alive!!

he makes a little “mmph” of surprise at first but then just melts into you. holding you above your elbows, hauling you into the length of his body, tongue licking into your mouth just as eager as your own. and pretty soon he’s making other noises, sharp little gasps, pants, a whimper that crawls up his throat and into yours, a call and response of pent-up frustration of the sexual variety that’s finally come to a head.

once your brain catches up to your body you’re just as quick to stop, spinning on your heel away from him, wiping off the spit from your chin with the back of your hand and trying to sound normal as you book it across the parking lot and call out, “okay seeyounextweek bye!”

and Eddie’s lying flat starfish-style against the brick wall, chest heaving, lips shiny and kiss-bitten, if he had any blood left north of his groin he’d be going after you but unfortunately all his energy is spent trying to will away a boner before driving back to his place in utter silence. by the time he pulls into the gravel of the trailer parking spot he’s sporting an evil grin and only a half-stiffie.

ohhhhhh boy now he knows. now he knows and he’s going to have SO. MUCH. FUN.

[gay-salt-amber]

breezejay headcannons pretty please *runs away*

Time to go back a few years and crack the breezejay glow stick that is my brain also imma keep this human au hcs probably unless I say otherwise

Lets begin with the start of their relationship

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Breezepelt fell first but Jayfeather fell harder

Jayfeather realized he had feelings when once, in his dreams (which somehow he thought were reality) Breezepelt was standing by the river and took his shirt off, revealing a lot of scars and muscle but also Breezepelt was thin, clearly slightly malnourished. Jayfeather saw this and blushed bright red.

Little did he know that the Breezepelt in that dream wasn't just Jayfeathers imagination but actual Breezepelt

Ever since then, Breezepelt has been slightly flirty on the off chance they're alone but still an asshole

After some time when Breezepelt started working on himself, he went to the moonpool. Asleep next to it was Jayfeather, in all his beauty with his face relaxed for once instead of in a sarcastic scowl.

Breezepelt thought back to the last time they were at the moonpool, that time was a lot more dangerous, but, this time, both were there for one thing. Guidance from Starclan.

Breezepelt decides to sit beside him, keeping him safe instead. Then, soon, Jayfeather woke up.

Breezepelt gave him a soft greeting and helped him up, they quietly talked as Jayfeather reluctantly agreed to let him walk with him to Thunderclan territory.

There was a bit of anger, tears, disagreements, agreements, forgiveness, apologies....and maybe a purposeful wrong turn to a hidden cabin.

One may think Breezepelt led Jayfeather here to harm him and lied to him about being sorry just a few seconds ago, but Jayfeather was the one who brought them there.

Jayfeather soon explains that this was a cabin he found and slowly was trying his best to restore on his own to make a nice little space for himself to relax.

Why did he bring Breezepelt here? "It's getting late, unless you haven't noticed. I want to get some actual, non-star clan-interrupted sleep and you do too."

"Why would you let me stay with you though? You're not scared I'd kill you in your sleep?"

"You're a cat who, albeit, has done many messed up things, rarely goes back on his words...even if they are about the mouse-brained things you've done."

Breezepelt knows Jayfeather is right, and he also just apologized to Jayfeather so, it'd be a bad idea to go back on his word already to try and ruin that

The two are about ready to sleep, Breezepelt takes a futon-like mattress on the floor and Jayfeather takes the couch. That was until Jayfeather fell asleep and Breezepelt realized he had no blanket. Breezepelt quietly opened his knapsack which was of good size. It carried spare food, a change of clothes, a weapon or two, but most importantly, a small pillow and a surprisingly big blanket that Breezepelt jammed in there like a kid trying to close an overstuffed closet

He struggles to get the blanket out of the bag without spilling out everything else and making a loud noise, but, once he gets the blanket and also the pillow out, he goes up to Jayfeather, lifts his head, places the pillow underneath and puts the blanket onto his body.

Jayfeathers hands hold onto the blanket after a moment and even in his sleeping state, Breezepelt can tell Jayfeather feels slightly better and he goes to lay back down on his mattress.

..." I am still awake, y'know. I don't fall asleep fast like you do."

Breezepelt almost jumped, "Then why didn't you say anything?!"

Jayfeather paused, yawning, curling up into the blanket, "The blanket is nice...it feels like some type of yarn or string...Did you make it yourself?"

Breezepelt blushed with embarrassment, "Yeah. I was bored and decided to learn how to make blankets. Why? Gonna make fun of me for it or something?"

"No, mouse brain. I was going to say keep doing it. The blankets are soft."

Breezepelt said nothing in response, only stammered and blushed. He buried his face into his own pillow and soon went to sleep

When the sun came up, so did Breezepelt. He woke up far earlier than Jayfeather would on an off-day like this. Breezepelt would have let him sleep in but he knew Thunderclan would get annoyed without their medicine cat...and also, Breezepelt is a little shit.

Jayfeather left a small space on the couch, just big enough for Breezepelt to sit on, so, Breezepelt sat down, laid on Jayfeathers chest, and booped his nose, when Jayfeather scrunched up his face as a reaction, Breezepelt smirked

"Good morning sleepy head~"

Jayfeather knew right away what Breezepelt was doing, but also decided to be a little shit, just in the more flustering kind of way

Jayfeather wrapped his arms around Breezepelt and pretended to still be asleep as he held the now strawberry-colored Breezepelt just laid his head on Jayfeathers chest

"I...guess we can sleep a while longer."

The two lay there for what felt like hours which was really about five minutes until Jayfeather spoke up

"Who let you be so nice to hold?" "....Yknow, with how thin and bony I am, I find that hard to believe."

Jayfeather shrugs, "It makes it easier to wrap my arms around you, but I still want you to eat more. You're the size of a twig."

Breezepelt laughed and adjusted to lay by Jayfeathers shoulder. Even if Jayfeather couldn't see him, He knew how intimate this whole day and last night were even if that wasn't the original idea (or maybe it was)

Jayfeather wanted to ask so many questions such as 'What are we?' But, they both knew.

"...So, does this sleepy head not even get a good morning kiss?"

Breezepelt hummed, "Mm...yeah, I suppose so...If you want one, anyway."

Jayfeather said nothing, just turning his head and closing his eyes, waiting patiently. Breezepelt gave him a very shy, hesitant kiss

"Thats a kiss? Really?" Breezepelt stammered, clearly embarrassed, "Oi! I don't do kisses very often!"

Jayfeather snuggled in and gave Breezepelt a kiss that told of more experience, even just a slight bit more.

"Mmh...Your lips feel nice on me.." Breezepelt said softly, letting Jayfeather continue the kisses, leaning in closer

As they shared kisses, Breezepelts voice was careful as he said, "What...is this?"

"What do you mean?" Jayfeather said, a little annoyed that the romance was cut off by the need for serious conversation that they knew they needed

"What are we doing? I mean, we're half-brothers! We can't be kissing like this! The clans will think we're gross....Hell! I tried to kill you!"

Jayfeather touched his cheek gently, "And? I forgave you, mouse-brain," He paused for a moment, "When you look at me what's the first emotion you feel?" Breezepelt blushed softly, hugging him, "Love. I feel love. I feel affection. I feel...Happy."

Jayfeather laughed softly. "Those are a lot of "first emotion"'s..."

Breezepelt kissed his cheek, "It's your fault you're so cute..."

"Love you too..."

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Lmk if you want any other headcanons!

[thegeminisage]

time for. SSSIGH. a star trek update. last night we watched tng's "starship mine" and "lessons."

starship mine (tng):

i actually didn't hate this one as much as my beloved cowatcher did...i think if the details of this had made more sense it could have been a really fun and sexy episode for picard to FINALLY serve some fucking cunt in. uuunfortunately

firstly we have...the welders, which have a range of like two inches. why picard dropped his weapon when one of those was trained on him i'll never know

then we have the entire premise of the baryon sweep itself...surely such a dangerous maneuver would be locked behind some kind of. like those cars that don't start if the driver's seatbelt isn't buckled. the computer won't start the sweep is there are life forms aboard. ik all the people working at this station were ""terrorists"" or whatever but they had to beam like a thousand people off the ship surely they're fucking outnumbered. if he called for help someone would hear him?? bnot even getting into the fact that an operation of this size would have more than like half a dozen people working on it

furthermore, this woman's escape plan was to get beamed off back to her own ship...so what was picard's escape plan? like, yes, sure, go to ten forward to buy yourself some time, but how are YOU getting OUT?

we saw him use a communicator at the end and realized he'd had it for like half the episode. again, WHY DIDN'T HE CALL SOMEONE?

the fact that this sludge, which they invented for this episode, can be used for NOTHING except weapons. i know why they said that. they wanted a quick way for picard to figure out the thieves were dangerous and make him look smart in the process. but it's fucking lazy, like the rest of this episode, and it has horrific ramifications for the worldbuilding at large. all of that waste has to go SOMEWHERE. even radioactive waste in real life gets reused as much as it can and in star trek they apparently solved the problem of nuclear waste so making up this spaceship waste is like. you realize you're implying that it gets dumped somewhere, right? right???

this episode wasn't a total loss to me though. for one thing, the running gag with the saddle actually was very funny and it got funnier every time it got brought up. deanna also got to cuddle with riker at one point and later tenderly wipe the blood off his face. i have mixed feelings about Smalltalk Guy (smalltalk isn't bad and talkative people aren't evil, the problem was that guy was talking At people instead of with them, but when engaged with data he waited his turn to speak), but watching him and data go was also really good

and the CONCEPT of this episode - that picard knows his ship so well he can play cat and mouse with five other people when the ship is powered off and in the dark and put the fear of god into them and then JUST when you think they finally got him he stone cold kills them on the way out - that's hot. that's not what this episode actually did, but it's what it thought it was doing, and i guess i can understand if you want to view it that way in your mind palace.

oh yeah i also recognized that guy from voyager. and i was like no way is that the guy from voyager, faceblindness strikes again! but i googled him and it was.

lessons (tng):

this one i did fucking hate, though having two picard-centric episodes in a row has done him no favors. i feel like we've had a lot of single-characters eps lately...one deanna one, one worf one, two picard ones, etc. i know the watching order has contributed to this plus the natla/bad batch break but i feel like we haven't had a genuine ensemble episode in 100 years

the big thing with this episode is of course ZERO regulations for a captain fucking around with his subordinate officer. this is a bad idea for many reasons presented in the episode itself - from picard's flirty like joke (???) about firing her to the way her requests of other crew members made them uncomfortable to the way she would go over someone's head if she wanted. again, in fics, they at least have to file paperwork. someone has to be assigned to step in if relationship problems interfere with work. i don't think it's reasonable to expect any person on the ship not to date when they're all stuck on that thing together for quite literally 5 and 10 years at a time but you have to at least have SOME regulations about it. starfleet has regulations about every stupid god damn thing in the universe, but not this?? when the episode itself showed it was demonstrably a bad idea??

apparently people praised the performances of these actors. i liked the girl, but i think for the first half of the episode sir patrick stewart was phoning it in. i don't understand why you'd have sir patrick stewart on your show and then give him such a shitty guy to be but whatever, man. like, he amped it up near the end, but by that time i was already so exhausted watching him awkwardly flirt in the exact same tone he uses to converse with his coworkers on the bridge that i didn't care.

the mention of the episode where he got his flute/learned his music WAS interesting. i wish they allowed character development and references to past episodes more often. but picard sharing his music with this lady and then being worried after she died that he would never enjoy music again just felt...selfish? especially because of:

BEVERLY. i feel like this is two or three times now picard's gotten interested in a lady and beverly has heard about it secondhand and made little jealous faces and then disappeared for the rest of the fucking episode. meanwhile when beverly was datign that trill picard got be like hey whatever else happens we're still buds ok? not only is beverly finding out like this insulting considering her and picard's situationship, picard LYING about where he got the tea recipe to her makes it perfectly clear he KNOWS what he's doing isn't fair to her. like, you see them share meals ALL THE TIME...i bet that dried up quick when he was dating this lady. did he even bother to tell her they weren't doing breakfast anymore?? my guess would be no.

i want to like picard SO MUCH but the truth is between the wooden flirting the general selfishness and the fact that he never does anything...blegh. i used to be a little unimpressed by his righteous speeches because while they were great in isolation (especially the one in data's trial...mwah) there were so many it felt like a one-trick pony situation. but we haven't had a good righteous speech in AGES and i KNOW this man can act. i actually really miss them. aside from the scotty episode, there are 4 lights, and schisms season 6 has sucked pretty bad i think

also, how are people out here saying THIS GUY is more mature than KIRK? kirk would torture himself over every one of those deaths from the firestorm whether he was dating those guys or not. he also wouldn't mess around with a fucking crew member to begin with - in dagger of the mind he was so mortified to have accidentally done so he could barely look that woman in the eye AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN FUCK. half of spirk fic angst comes from "oh no it's bad to fuck while you're captain!" and PICARD is the mature one??? kirk had fucking principles!!!!!

anyway, for half the episode we kept waiting for this lady to be evil or something and in a way that might have been less sexist and it definitely would have been more fun. picard roulette let's GO. but alas.

also, sorry, logistics again. number one in that little firestorm why didn't they send them down with GEAR. i know star trek is guilty of this across the board - nobody wears masks gloves or goggles in tos - but at least in tos they did have fucking space suits. number two why the fuck is some random employee allowed to SHUT DOWN the things that make FOOD on a whim. sigh. ok.

geez. tonight, in a well-earned break, we have 2 ds9 episodes: "vortex" and "battle lines." thank GOD it's not more tng

[the-littles-in-hell]

✨Intro✨

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About the Littles-

The Littles is a group of children who have ended up in hell, by either dying or being Hell born. They are a group of kids, comprised of five members. Cathrine, Mouse, Axel, Jack, Emmalynn and Bethany. Bethany is the newest member and Cathrine starts this whole project. They have a hideout under the busy roads of hell in the pride ring.

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🐈‍⬛Cathrine-

Female, She/her.

5’7

More commonly known as Cat. She is eighteen years old and the second oldest. The rest of the group thinks of her as a big sister. She is Hell born and her parents are unknown. She can shapeshift into a cat form ((like above)). She’s calm and sweet, but if you hurt any of her ‘siblings’, you asking for your painful death.

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Female, she/her

4’5

Mouse is Cat’s biological sister. Mouse is seven years old and the youngest of the group. She can shapeshift into a cat, like her sister ((picture above)). She’s rambunctious and a little reckless, but under her infinite energy, she has a heart of gold.

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Female, she/her/they/them

5’5

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Male, he/him.

6’6

Axel is a weird thing. He has dragon tail and fangs. It looks like poison is dripping from his fangs when he’s mad. Dirty blonde hair, green eyes that look like hazard symbols. He is eighteen. He’s a cannibal and visits Cannibal town every Tuesday. It was rumored in his earthly life he was a Test subject for a popular scientist, and before he died he was turned into a monster. He’s flirty and cute. He tries to be responsible but fails every time, giving into Mouse’s Kitty eyes. Him and Bethany are best friends. Though Axel has feelings for her.

🦉Jack-

Male, He/Him.

7’0

Jack is a sinner. A black Owl sinner. He has black messy hair, yellow eyes and owl wings. He the adult, being twenty. He was rumored to have a bunch of owls until they were his death. Ironic huh? He’s flirty and confident.

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Doll, She/her/doll

5’5

Emmalynn (Nicknames Emma or Lynn) is a combination of multiple things. A doll, a lamb, a dog, and wherever the horns come from. She’s fifteen. She lived during the WWll as a spy. she lived on a ranch. She loves the color red (But Bethany already took it). She worked for her father’s business before she was killed after being caught as a spy.

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Hi, could you write something with angel dust and stolas (seperate) confessing to an oblivious s/o?

Confessing to an Oblivious reader

Angel Dust

Youd arrive at the hotel not long after the announcement.

You weren't a staunch believer in Charlie's ideals, but you were rather sympathetic to them, believing she may genuinely be onto something, if its possible.

Now, the Spider did his usual flirty routine at first, as he always did when meeting new people.

But he was fairly taken aback as you simply refuted him.

And it wasn't the usual ignoring or polite refute. It was like... you didn't even know he was flirting, calmly telling him to stop his teasing. It wasn't polite.

And initially, he thought you were just playing into the whole, "I'm an authority figure and shouldn't have relations with patients" vibe.

But it was... strange for the spider.

Simply put, you were elegant, but also incredibly kind. Even with his flirting and even then, you just treated it like some kind of tease.

He was a tease, yes, but you never got frustrated with him like the others did.

And yeah, he tried to take advantage of that, but you weren't stupid, and often saw through his tricks, stopping them in there tracks.

But strangely enough, you were also very considerate.

Not nievely so like Charlie, but you genuinely cared for the man.

You just... treated him like an adult. And not even in the dirty kinda way.

You never stopped him from his stupid shit.

Drinking and other poisonous shit. But much to his surprise, you were always there to help him through its consequences.

Every time. Regardless of his actions.

He'd ask you as much, wondering why you let him drink and do drugs while at the hotel. To which you simply explained getting better was his choice. He was a big boy and you were there to help him, however he needed, but getting better was his choice.

And when Angel remarked on how annoying it was you only cared for him as a patient, like some kinda experiment. To which you'd tell him simply you cared for him as an individual, and it pained you to see him like that.

Youd seen angel, when you'd shared private moments together you saw the real him, and it pained you that he hid all that behind sex and alcohol and drugs.

But it was his choice, and you respected that, as much as it pained you to see him tearing himself apart.

Angel was utterly caught off guard by that.

No one had ever shown him such respect and consideration before. Tough love to be sure, but for you to respect him enough to let him choose his own course, but still be there to care for him, it was truly a shock to his system.

And after that night, when you cleaned him up, easily resisting his frail seduction attempts. The Spider would develope quite the crush on you, often expressing this through playful flirts, but you didn't seem to acknowledge it.

And while at first, he though it was just you keeping professional, despite the rather intimate moment you'd shared where you basically confessed you cared for him.

He though it was a bit of cat and mouse, the spider having to make you acknowledge his feelings.

But then, he started becoming more genuine, more open with his persuites, trying to open up to you on a more personal level.

And when that didn't work, he'd try a myriad of methods to connect to you, none of them seeming to click.

But even that went right over your head.

It was clear you cared for him, but his attempts to create a relationship between you seemed to absolutely go unheeded.

And for a while he genuinely believed you were just ignoring his feelings, he'd turn it up, trying to connect with you in a more blatant manner.

And it didn't help that you were still consistently helpful, if not down right caring for the spider, only seemingly ignoring his attempts at an emotional connection.

This would go on for months, and while you made it clear you cared for him deeply, proving so with both action and words, repeatedly going out of your way to help him.

This being more then what most demons would do for him even if paid, he knew there was a genuine spark between you.

The hard part was making you see he wanted something more.

And so, he'd try for a few weeks longer, trying to gain your attention, until finally he was fed up with all the games.

So, getting you alone, he'd muster up all the confidence he had, hed get you alon and he'd finally confess he liked you.

Youd be completely caught off guard. Telling him as much, never expecting Angel would be interested to which Angel would snap. Raving on how he made it painfully obvious.

All the flirting, and personal moments you shared. He basically followed you around, he teased and prodded. Everything to get your attention.

Youd stand there for several moments, thinking everything over before telling him simply, he was very affectionate with everyone. And yes, you had a relationship, Angel was difficult to read, especially on the emotional level.

At that Angel was a little hurt, even if he knew you were kinda right.

He'd opened up to you quite a bit, and for you not to see that genuinely hurt his feelings, the Spider telling you he thought you actually had something.

And seeing this reaction, you'd instantly snap to attention in turn, telling him you did have something, Or, well, you could.

It's just, you hadn't thought the overly affectionate and ever flirty Angel Dust would be interested in, well, some rando.

Angel would be a aghast, telling you you were some rando. You cared about him when no one else did. You took time out of your day for him. You respected him. Cared for him.

You were the only person he could really count on, and it pained him everyday when you didn't realise how much you meant to him.

You be flushed, humbly telling him you absolutely cared for him and... wouldn't mind starting something of a relationship together.

Angel would be extatic, pulling you into a multi-armed and exceptionally fluffy hug, before he pulled you back and smooched you like he'd never smooched before, the spider telling you you were his now, and he loved ya~

Stolas

You had actually been hired to tend to his gardens.

Stolas, of course, was a master botanist and had a deep passion for plant care.

But between his princely duties and his ever increasing variety of plants, he simply didn't have the time to tend to them all.

He had servants for such things, of course, but none that had the knowledge or expertise to properly tend to all of them. And there were a lot of them. Each one having unique needs.

So, you were hired.

You were actually from a lowborn Noble family, the sort that actually had to work for their money. Laughable to most Goetia, but after speaking to you, you genuinely seemed to love your job, stolas have an admiration for your simple lifestyle.

Essentially free to live how you wish.

Youd naturally spend an abundance of time together, most of which being in the garden.

Youd chat and joke, the man bewildered by your carefree nature. You having no other expectation upon you then to do your job in your garden.

And with hus bewilderment, slowly bred envy.

He'd come to resent you. Envying your freedom. Envying how you were essentially free from Goetia society, only bound to it by name. Literally.

But it'd be one morning in the garden, as he was glowering at you, that's he'd cut himself.

Yowling in pain, You'd rush over to help, and despite his resistance and harsh words for you, you helped him, tenderly caring for his wound.

Youd take him into an office, carefully cleaning and binding the wound, and while his bitter resolve held up for a while, once youd finished, leaving him with a clean and dressed wound, youd lean down and place a tender kiss on the bound wound.

His heart would seem to skip a beat, his face going red.

He couldn't explain it, but the simple act of affection made something within him beat to life.

So after rather timidly thanking you, he'd spend a long while coming to terms with these very new, very alien feelings for him.

But after a while he realised what the feeling was.

He had a crush on you.

And it was a BIG one.

The owl would take a few days to work out a game plan, the Prince deciding to seduce you slowly, prodding the relationship until he knew it was mutual.

And so, the first day back, working the garden with you, he warmly thanked you. Informing you you meant a great deal to him and he appreciated everything you did for him.

You were a bit taken aback by the sudden heel turn, the prince once again acting friendly after his bout of hostility.

But, you weren't gonna turn down a friendly Stolas, so you humbly played it off, assuring him it was no issue, you were happy to help him.

Youd find your relationship quickly rebuilt, friendly once again as you began spending longer periods together, seemingly more then normal for the prince, he often just accompanying you as you tended to the estates gardens. The two of you often caught up in conversation as you worked.

Youd find your friendship far more intimate then before, the owl seeming to care for you on a newer personal level, showing as much with new lines of questions.

Youd spend much of your free time together, usually bonding over your mutual love of botany or the struggles of living with the pressures of nobility.

And through it all, you became very... close.

As in, very close, physically. The Avian seemingly never far away from you, appearing anytime he wasn't doing something else.

You spent great lengths of time together. Talking, bonding, doing the general good friends things.

Or well, to you, you were just friends. To Stolas you were at the beginning of a budding romance.

Now in fairness, Stolas was a total newbie when it came to anything related to romance, so he had no way of knowing if you truly were falling for him or not.

But he was hopeful and committed to it.

And over the months, you would become very close, but much to his frustration, your relations never seemed to breach past that of friendship, you never seeming to see him as anything more then a good friend.

So, in hopes of getting some real results, he'd try and be more direct, asking about your relationship status and wants in a partner, and while you were hospitable, answering everything and more, nothing ever got through to you.

This was mostly in part to Stolas being a nervous reck when it came to trying to actually understand emotions and couldn't keep his cool to save his life.

And all those "subtle hints and questions" were more like an awkward session of 20 questions.

You just took this as the man to have no interpersonal skills for small talk.

So, you just accepted him for the socially anxious string bean he was, expecting your friendship to be the furthest your relationship would go.

That would be until one break you had together.

You'd just cleared up a plot of land to extend his garden. It was something he'd usually leave for the help, but you'd already done most of the grunt work and he was happy to spend time with you.

The owl would help you clear out the dirt of rocks and weeds, doing so for a few hours before stopping for lunch.

Youd have sandwiches and sweet tea, youd brought them to work with you, the owl having never had such a humble combination.

He'd make what he thought was a witty remark on how he'd prefer your meat in his mouth, but it would fall kinda flat, and after getting no real response from you, he'd kinda snap.

He'd ask if you were just ignoring his persuites or if you genuinely had no idea what he was trying to do.

Youd be a little bewildered, not knowing what he meant. When you told him as much, the owl would flip.

He'd go on a tangent on how he'd been trying for weeks to get your attention, to see if you held anything for him and you'd completely ignored him.

That was a bit of a shock to you as you had never really thought he'd meant anything romantic with your interactions. And yeah, he'd made a few jokes, but they were just jokes.

You thought.

Youd just thought you were good friends with a fairly awkward, massively reppressed, Prince with no real interpersonal skills.

But upon reflection, many of those 'ditzy' interactions and moments could be seen as an attempt at flirting.

So, after a few moments these thoughts you'd tell him you hadn't realised.

To which he'd snap back that you should have. That he'd done everything he could think of, and it painful when you never returned any of it. The owl ending in a huff, arms crossed and nose in the air.

To which, a little insulted, you snapped back at him, that it wasn't your fault he didn't know how to flirt.

Stolas would gasp, hand to his chest in a petite show of indignation.

He would tell you he knew exactly how to flirt, lying through his teeth but he was to upset to care, to which you'd point out he barely knew what flirting was, let alone how to do it, his "persuit" of you being evidence enough.

Stolas, indignant, would challenge you, if you were such an expert why didn't you show him how to flirt.

And so you'd tell, fine!

Youd begin simply with a cheesy pick up line. Then you were a little more graphic with a lewd pun. Using word play to make the owl blush.

Then you asked if maybe hed liek you to be a bit more forward.

Youd go onto compliment his form, his beautiful feathers and eyes, his hair and singing voice. His smooth beautiful voice and giggle that just lit up a room.

Then you'd begin on his body, flirting and complimenting him, speaking on the many lewd things you could do to the man if given the chance.

Youd tell him how much you loved your conversations, he being a very attractive man, something you always knew but you'd never suspected he could think anything similar.

By the end of it all, Stolas was a blushing mess, chest swelling with your confession, hot with all kinds of emotions.

After your rant you'd explain you cared greatly for him, and would absolutely love a relationship, you just... thought he was a socially incompetent nerd, not that he could possibly be interested in you in any kind of romantic fashion.

Youd share a tender moment, the owl pulling you close, telling you he did genuinely care for you, he just... had zero skill in communicating it.

You stare up at the man, he staring down at you before you shared a tender kiss, the man feeling a whole new flush of emotions in his chest.

The two of you would agree to take things slow, mostly due to you not being sure how well he'd handle being in a real relationship.

Taking it slow was best, for both of you.

[mint-yooxgi]

Basically there’s no escape from yan Ateez so it’s better to give in. So who would have a harder time with y/n using their mind to tease them who’d have the best self control?

Now this is an exciting question!!! Eheheheheh

Don’t get me wrong, they’re all extremely Whore Knee™️ for you, but some just have better restraint than others. Doesn’t mean you can’t make them all crack in some way, shape, or form! Not to mention if you started teasing one in particularly in front of the others... but anyways, I digress!

Most likely to crack first/have the least amount of restraint if teased:

Seonghwa - this one is pretty self explanatory, but he probably has the least control over his internal desires for you. As the oldest, he likes to think he has the best control, that he’s able to compose himself well enough that it appears like your thoughts have no effect on him. Something about having to be the most ‘mature’ for the longest time because he’s the oldest, or something, but he really has no restraint when it comes to you. The moment you think about touching him, of ghosting your hands over his skin, or dragging your nails down his back as he makes you come, he’s a goner. I suppose you could say that since he’s the oldest, he’s the most sexually frustrated in that sense. Seonghwa is used to always getting what he wants, when he wants it, so this game of cat and mouse you enjoy playing with him is testing each and every last one of his nerves. No matter, he’ll just have to make you see stars when he finally gets to touch you again, when he finally gets to feel you beneath his touch like he so often dreams about after that one fateful incident that one day.

San - Literal definition of can’t take what he dishes out. San is a huge ass tease, but as soon as you turn the tables on him, his mind goes blank. Honestly, he didn’t think he would get that far, and he short circuits knowing you want him to touch you as badly as he wants you. He’s shameless, though, so be warned. He can and will tease you relentlessly to start: sly comments here and there, images conjured of everything he can and will do to you and that irresistible body of yours if given the chance, walking around either in a crop top, his shirt unbuttoned, or even without a shirt on just to entice you in any and every way he can with his body. Makes him smug when your eyes roam over him, that all too familiar look of want shining in your eyes that he knows is always there in his when he looks at you. As soon as you start doing the exact same thing though, maybe you walk out in just a short tank top, or even just your bra, he’s gone. No thoughts, head empty, only you. Though doing such a thing would affect all of them, not just him.

Wooyoung - This man is shameless. Constant flirty comments and innuendos from him just to see you flustered around him. Loves knowing the effect he has over you, but like San, as soon as you turn the tables, he is more than ready and most certainly willing to put your money where your mouth is. You so much as joke about something, maybe like a, “shut up and kiss me, pretty boy,” or anything along those lines and he’s already in front of you, pulling you closer with an, “alright, bet.” Literally is so eager to please you that as soon as you start teasing him with thoughts about what you want to do to him, or even just a fantasy of yours, he’s right there being like, “let me make all your dreams come to life.” After all, why waste your time fantasizing when he’s right there, ready and wiling to do anything and everything you want? In his mind, nothing beats the real thing.

Mingi - Definitely better than the others, but can still crack easily, especially if you know what buttons to push. Mingi has an obsession with (you) your lips, so simply thinking of kissing him, of trailing your lips all over his body in any and every way possible, makes him weak in the knees. It’s one of the reason he stares at them so often, and when you simply bite them... Lucifer save him, he’s so close to pushing you up against the nearest wall and claiming them with his own every. single. time. The epitome of the bread face when he catches you thinking about him - takes him a moment to register what’s going on cause it feels too good to be true and he’s momentarily stunned before he can actually collect his thoughts enough to do something about it. Very smug, but shy about it, too. Think about him fucking you on his bar and he’s a goner - no control, all restraint gone. The only thing on his mind is you.

Yeosang - Likes to pretend he has better control than the others, but he’s just able to hide it well. Besides, only you should get to see his desire for you, not the others. Still, despite him being able to hide it quite well, he goes unnaturally silent, his mind screaming at him to just go to you and make all of your fantasies come to life. I.e. he might not visibly look affected, but inside his mind, he’s screaming quite loudly - drives the others insane when it happens cause he thinks he’s being slick, but to them it’s quite obvious what’s happening. Honestly, when he gets like this, his horny thoughts can be the loudest out of all of them, and that’s saying something considering both Wooyoung and Seonghwa have literally no shame. (And San, but at least he’s vocal about it). Touch his arm and ask him with concern if he’s okay during this time all innocently and just see what happens. ;)

Yunho - See, if he knows what you’re doing (trying to get a rise out of him), it’s not too effective. Yes, he’s still getting all hot and bothered, but it’s the context that matters to him. If you’re doing this just to tease him, then he will do his best to block out your thoughts and not let them effect him. Now, if he ever catches you thinking about him on your own, that’s a different story. Yunho is a bit complex in that regard. He’d rather the thoughts come naturally from your own curiosity about him then the need to tease him. In general, he’s not that big on teasing - sure he’ll do it if he wants to rile you up (and he loves knowing the fact that he can make you as desperate for him as he is for you), but he’s more of the type of if you want something, just go for it. He’s very open in his desires; very straightforward, so he just wants you to do the same for him. Granted, if he ever just simply caught you thinking about him, as previously stated, that would make him lose control. Think about sitting on his lap in passing when you walk by to see him resting in a chair. Think about how his hands would feel on your body when you see him holding onto something that makes the veins on his arms more prominent. To him, it’s the thought that truly counts - the most basic, rawest form of your desire - the ones in which come on suddenly and you have no control over. That is what truly makes him lose control.

Hongjoong - As the leader, he seems like he should be the most composed out of all of them, and he is, most of the time. Man has a lot of thots™️ that he usually keeps well under wraps from the others, but on occasion, they do slip out. Pretty intensive, if the others do say so, but it usually leads to them questioning what you may or may not actually like in bed. From the brief snippets they get to see of your indulgences, some are and some aren’t. Anyways, Hongjoong is a bit more complicated than the others. There are certainly specific ways you could get him to lose his composure in a few seconds flat - call him any semblance of Captain or something like that, and he’d crack instantly. Literally the quickest way to get him to fall to his knees for you would be just that. However, Hongjoong likes to tease. To be worked up slowly until every little thing you do, say, or think grates on his waning sanity. Sure, your vivid thoughts about him fucking into you, about him making the sweetest love to your body certainly effect him in the most delicious ways possible, but he wants you aching for him as badly as he aches for you. Not until you’re both desperate, needing the other like the air you breathe, will he give in. At least, that’s what he tries to tell himself, but really, how can he ever resist you?

Jongho - Let’s get one thing clear: this man is in no way, shape, or form innocent. Oh no, his thoughts can get as horny and erotic as the rest of them. He’s just much better at controlling himself around you. Yes, he most certainly desires you, but the first thing on his mind isn’t fulfilling those thoughts of yours that he sees take shape in your mind when you’re thinking about him. It’s the fact that you’re thinking of him, in any way, shape, or form, that really gets him going. Jongho becomes so overcome by happiness that he’s finally on your mind that sometimes it takes a moment for him to register just what you’re actually thinking about. He’s pretty forward about it, too, like Yunho. If you think about riding his thigh, he’s already smiling over at you and patting his lap while tensing his muscles. Literally, unbothered king. It would take a lot of teasing to make him snap. A lot. Best prepare yourself for when he does, though, because once he gets the okay from you, he has little to no self restraint. You want him to lose control? He’ll lose control, all right, and he’ll make sure you never forget how his hands felt on your body. He’ll make sure you never forget about him.

Least likely to lose control/have the most amount of restraint if teased

[forgwater]

Bad Habit

Cater Diamond x Reader

a/n: because Cater's Club card just dropped I had to write something

@adultish-momma @jackplushie

hope you enjoy!~

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Loud.

Louder than anything you've ever heard before. Drums, bass and guitar. And that's nothing to say for the singing and screaming.

The cold breeze of the night does nothing cool the atmosphere down. The band on stage is fanning the flames of the rowdy crowd.

And the people are going wild, almost as if hypnotized. Lost in a high of excitement and adrenaline.

Everything is simply intoxicating and you don't know who's chasing that high more, the concert goers or the band members.

There's nothing that can put a damper on the enthusiasm shown tonight. It's going to go down in history for sure. It's going to be a night to remember. You're certain of it.

So why not let loose a little?

And so you let your head fall back as you finally begin to enjoy yourself in earnest. Join the crowd and start singing. Jump around and dance. Live.

Then you look back at the stage. Damn, they just looks so unstoppable right now.

Gods amongst the mortals.

But these ones don't demand sacrifices, they demand you join them in their euphoric rituals. Fuel them with your devotion and they'll return the favor.

Let go and fall into their arms.

Come on!

Come out and play a little, where will you ever find something like this again?

It's a one of a kind experience.

And it's getting hot. It's so hot in here. The people surrounding you on all sides make you feel dizzy.

Or is that because of the lights? Dim, yet painfully bright at the same time, slightly covered in smoke. But they're blinding nonetheless.

Or maybe it's the green eyes of the guitarist that are making you feel so lightheaded.

Wild ginger locks of hair dancing in the wind, crackling flames would be put to shame.

And he gives you a smile, no, a grin. A grin to die for.

Oh, he knows exactly what he's doing.

It's not the first nor the last time Cater's ever flirted with you. It's quite a frequent happening. And of course you can't let him have all the fun. So you'll fire back with your own flirty remarks.

What a game of cat and mouse the two of you play... Though it seems the ginger's got the upper hand tonight.

"Let's get some people up here!" the drummer calls to the others, the music's slowing down, almost coming to an end.

This should've been the last song, Cater told you what the bands plan was for tonight, but it seems they have something else in mind now.

And before you can even comprehend the situation, the ginger's at the front of the stage offering his hand to you.

Can't let an opportunity go to waste, right?

So, you gladly accept as he wastes no time in hoisting you up.

"Hi." breathless. You swear you can detect a hint tiredness in his voice.

"Hey." you greet back. "Haven't seen you all day." he chuckles at your attempt.

"Well... you know, kinda busy when you're the star of the show." you can't help rolling your eyes at him.

"How mean!" the ginger retorts in mock offense as he leads you close to his spot on the stage.

And the drums start up again, even more energetically than before. You try to move a little more to the back but Cater stops you.

He looks you in the eyes and winks. Then he lowers his head a little, hot breath fanning across your neck as he comes to whisper in your ear.

"Ready for an encore?"

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: September 11

Oooof. I did a lot of Pero last week and I’ll be spending the next week focusing on another Pedro. So this week it’s a miscellany...with bonus non-Pedros....what?

MULTI

Euclidian Geometry by @leslie-lyman Okay, sure, there’s some smut involved, but really, the way Pero, Jack, and Frankie need each other, find solace in each other and in the reader...I can’t tell you what a beautiful surprise it was to expect wall-to-wall sex but be given deep, deeeep feelings. Not usually a reader of poly-fic myself, but I trust Leslie and if she goes there, I will follow. So glad I did.

How Did You Love 7 by @writeforfandoms This time it’s Jack’s turn to make a play for the chance to stay by your side. As always with Jen’s Jack, I just wanna bask in his warm protectiveness all damn day. And as much as I love Ezra, I have to say he irritated me a little this time...

The Infinity Cube Part 20 by @littlemisspascal Apart from an epilogue coming, this is the final chapter...and it’s a great one. Rae has stolen my heart with this fic...and trapped it inside. If you haven’t started on this one yet and have been waiting for a conclusion, now’s your time.

You’re the Light (Dragonrancher Jack Daniels universe) by @writeforfandoms Now we’re really getting into some mystery as the Thief shows up with some important information about Eggsy and his mom...

Formula 101 - Prologue: September by @littlemisspascal  Rae’s coming strong out of the gate on this one, the first “media fic” AND the first sport / driving fic I’ve ever delved into. It’s teeming with easter eggs not only with its media format and clickable links, but in characters and places from the Pedro universe (as well as a couple of other universes) and some other recognizable faces come up.  So much fun. And if you don’t know anything about F1 racing, you will be taken care of here as Rae uses the format to explain the basics in a format that’s quick and easy. GET IT.

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JOEL MILLER

Loss by @radiowallet I feel like when Joel hits there will be so much beautiful angst in this fandom. Cat is starting us out strong by jumping off that “you have no idea what loss is” line from the teaser. Short and poetic, she’ll break your heart with every word.

A Fascination by @iamskyereads  Even though I’m not familiar with the character, I feel like this fic takes the time it needs for Joel to open up and let someone in. And when he does, whoo boy, it is savory and sweet in all the right spicy ways.

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DIETER BRAVO

Locked Down Part 17: The Bubble, Part 18: The Return, Part 19: The Carpet, Part 20: The Admission and Part 21: The Reveal by @something-tofightfor​ Okay, I meant to read like two chapters per FTLOF, but I had to stand in some long lines this week and needed reading material and I can’t get enough of these two. So now I’m caught up and I want more and I am just hooked on how much these two love and trust one another. How they acknowledge what’s hard and what’s unconventional and how they take care of each other through it even if they’re not together. I’m so in awe of this story and the whole relationship, it feels so alive...

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MAX PHILLIPS

Long Term Position by @blueeyesatnight I love a Max fic where the reader hates him intensely and for good reason, but in the end he’s able to break down barriers and get through to the heart by being no less shitty than he always is. I don’t know how Blue weaves this magic, but here it is.

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MARCUS MORENO

A Good Man: 4 Days West by @radiowallet I admit that I came upon Cat a little late to jump on the Poorly Wired Circuit wagon (but am looking forward to the novelization!!!!) so I’m excited to be able to get on board at the start of this one. I don’t read Marcus often, but Cat’s gorgeous writing always pulls me in and she has such a deep love of the character that I know I’m in good hands. And a western AU to boot? Yee haw. Sign me up.

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THE THIEF

An Unexpected Surprise by @mandosmistress A fun and flirty cat and mouse exchange between the Thief and a security systems expert in the wine cellar of a wealthy client...with a delicious little twist at the end.

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PERO TOVAR

The Debt by @prolix-yuy This is one of my new favorites. Pero is such a perfect blend of grumpy and touched here. He’s such an ass but at the same time, knows when to spend his moments of sincerity. I love the subtle yearning, the respect, the unspoken camaraderie. And I love a lady badass. Chef’s kisses and cakes.

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BONUS BAILEY CORNER - NON-PEDROS (with a pinch of Din)

KHONSHU

Like a Prayer by @unhinged-summer-fun Bailey could have written a straight up, full stop, beak-fucking fic, and she kinda did, but really, that’s just a small part of it. The path there is a lovely build of modern-day magic; the way the life of an everyday woman can catch the ear of an ancient god. And his eye. And his soul. And other parts.

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BOBA FETT

The Book of Boba Fett (Bailey’s Version) by @snarwor Look. I am just fine with TBOBF. I liked it just fine and I enjoyed watching it. But I think it could have been so much better. Bailey does too...and she nails it. From letting the Tuskens live, to getting them involved in the fight, giving Boba motivation for redemption, giving Din reason to choose his path, making Cobb and Fennec more active players, and just cutting out the gristle. I love this version. I kind of wish I hadn’t read it because I really really want this to be canon....

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

STAFF REQUEST TIME! STAFF REQUEST TIME! STAFF REQUEST TIME!

Sam, Crewel and Crowley headcanons in a relationship with a flirty adult reader please? Up to you if you want the reader to also work at NRC or not!

I bingeread your NRC staff works and started liking them because of your blog. Thank you for the new biases Raven!

I’m happy to hear you like my staff works ^^ I don’t get as many of them compared to the main ensemble boys, but it’s fun to change things up every now and again~

I already wrote some headcanons for Crewel and Crowley dating a staff member self insert, so for this request, the self insert is not necessarily a coworker.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Sam has come across all kinds of strange folks in his dealings as a merchant, so he handles your flirtations with ease. It’s hard to get that winning smile of his to falter or give way to a blush, even when you have the element of surprise on your side.

Sam’s great at reciprocating, too! He has a very casual and laidback way of flirting—so much so that it doesn’t occur to you that he has until you’re thinking back on it. “So you’ve come to say hello, Little Demon? I’m honored! Come take a look at my stock—and please, take your time! I wouldn’t mind keeping your company, even when the clock strikes midnight.”

You scale down your flirting to something more manageable to match Sam’s energy. A smile, a wave, a wink, blowing a kiss... simple little gestures like that mean just as much to him as grand ones do.

Drop by the Mystery Shop, and Sam will find other ways to be playful (without disrupting business too much, of course). Maybe he’ll toss a few candies into your shopping bag, or scribble a cute message on the back of a coupon before handing it off to you.

Sometimes your flirting doesn’t land quite right, or you hit an awkward snag in your delivery—but it never seems to bother Sam! He leaps right into the conversation to tactfully change the subject. Sam just has a way of making you feel at ease in spite of occasional slip-ups.

They say that love is a war... and with Crewel, that’s a very true statement. He’s quite competitive, so chances are that if you flirt with him, he’ll flirt right back in a quick-witted and aggressive manner.

Crewel likes being complimented as much as the next guy, but he especially enjoys it when you make mention of his looks. He spends a considerable amount of time grooming and dressing himself, so it’s nice to know that his efforts are being noticed by others (even if he already has the confidence to back up the mean looks he serves).

He tends to want to get the last word in, leaving you a blushing mess in the process. To Crewel, it’s a matter of pride that he comes out on top, so you’d better be prepared for a barrage of sweet nothings!

In private, Crewel likes to use his pointer to guide your eyes. He’ll feather it along the underside of your chin, tilting your face to meet his. You’ll respond with a defiant look and perhaps a witty remark to tease him—and so continues the game of cat and mouse.

“Hmm. I like that fiery look on you, pet. Still... It looks as though you’ll need more training, seeing as you continue to bite the hand that feeds you,” he smirks. “I’ll soon have you heeling.”

Crowley readily soaks up all the praise you pile onto him like a sponge. He enjoys being flirted with, as it really strokes his (already quite large) ego and greatly validates him.

Crowley will nod along as you extol his virtues, even encouraging you to continue talking him up. “Ohoh, you’re quite right, (Y/N)-san! I am so very, very, kind! Please, do tell me more about how exemplary of a headmaster I am!”

It’s easy to tell when this old crow’s pleased or embarrassed with a particular remark, despite his mask. The lower half of his face turns from pasty white to bright pink!

He’s not as good at returning the flirtations as he is at receiving them. Sure, Crowley can say nice things about you when he wants to, but he’s not very smooth about it. Usually he just rambles on and on until he gets sidetracked.

Though Crowley’s quite silly in expressing his affection, he’s 100% earnest! You can tell he’s (clumsily) speaking from the heart while running his talons through your hair and looking at you tenderly (as he warbles about Great Seven knows what).

[hops-hunny]

College Girls

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: anon “How about Rodrick invites the reader to a party (he’s been crushing on her for the longest) but she plays hard to get and at the party her friends try to convince her to give him a chance and later it leads to them playing 7 minutes in heaven and they confess to each other and it goes from there ;) it could end in smut or fluff your way ly <3”

Summary: (college!au) College girls and their games, good thing Rodrick loves to play.

Warnings: Mentions of weed and alcohol, making out, teasing

A/N: Ok I forgot to make them confess but it’s implied sorry anon. I still hope you enjoy it!

If there was one thing Rodrick knew, college was a shit ton different than high school was. However, that wasn’t a bad thing. Unlimited booze and bud, hot chicks, and parties that never ended? He was practically in heaven! He had grown into himself, feeling more confident than ever since Heather had rejected him his senior year. In fact, he couldn’t recall the last time he thought about her but if he had to pinpoint it, it was a few months ago when she had hit him up, begging the boy to give her a chance. Oh the irony behind that. That was another good thing about college. In high school, all the girls thought he was just some loser who wasted too much time on a band that would always be shit. 

But with years of experience under their belt and more free time to practice, Löaded Diaper was beginning to become a big deal in their rinky dink shithole off a small town. God was he glad too because with clout, also came hot girls in skirts that barely covered their ass. The opportunity for endless amounts of hookups was an absolute dream come true, but all dreams lose their shine eventually. When fucking became a mere thing to pass the time between class, gigs, and parties, he realized that it wasn’t as great as he thought it was. He was starting to crave something more, something like or, someone like- her.

God she was a babe. Rodrick still remembered the first time he saw her. Löaded Diaper was doing another house gig, everyone in the crowd dancing and moving to the intense music. And all of a sudden, a strobe light glossed over her perfectly, almost like a halo of blue light and his eyes were hooked. She was there with her friends, one of them whispering something in her ear which caused her to lock eyes with his. Pretty (e/c) eyes meeting his own brown ones. It was almost perfect, almost. As soon as they had finished the last note of their song, without missing a beat she swiftly made her exit and he made his way after her. Rodrick jumped off the stage, chasing after her and her friends all the way till they reached the curb. He grabbed her arm causing the girl to look back.

“Hey, uh, did you enjoy the gig?” He asked, running his fingers through his sweaty hair nervously. He felt his nerves rise even more at the sound of her friends’ giggles.

“I wouldn’t have stayed the whole gig if I didn’t, would I?” she retorted, rolling her eyes as she began to open the passenger door of the black mercedes.

“Yeah, I guess that was a dumb question..” he trailed off as she closed her door. His eyes widened at the fact he hadn’t gotten her name prompting him to take off after the car. He felt relieved as the girl rolled down her window, looking up at him through her thin framed sunglasses. “Wait! I didn’t get your name, I’m Rodrick.” he smirked, watching as she pulled her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head.

“Didn’t give it.” she quipped, sending him a wink as her friend took off into the distance. Who was she? All he knew about her was that she had a mouth on her and lived on the other side of campus. A lot of girl’s fit that description so it wasn’t easy asking around about her. However, as he stood here in the corner of the party his fraternity was throwing, he’d recognize a pair of nice legs like that from anywhere. His eyes took in her appearance. She had on a denim mini skirt, black turtleneck and a pair of knee high boots that matched. The boy had to practically stop himself from gawking at how good she looked, curves clinging to every bit of the form fitting outfit. He cleared his throat as his friend nudged him, looking to see what he wanted.

“Uh don’t look now, but I think that girl you were eye fucking is definitely eye fucking you back dude. Is that the chick from the gig a few weeks ago that you won’t shut up about?" Rodrick glared at the man, shoving him into the wall before walking towards her. He watched as her friends “coincidentally” all began to head off in other directions, leaving her to offer him a flirty little smile behind the drink she’d been nursing.

“Well if it isn’t the little drummer boy! To what do I owe the pleasure, Rodrick?” she purred, sitting down her now empty cup. She stepped forward, leaving them to be pressed chest to chest. It could easily be blamed on the crowded room but the two knew otherwise. He smirked back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist securely.

“I’m a simple man. I see a pretty girl sending looks my way, I come.” his eyes widened as he began to overthink his word choice. “N-not like that! Like I come over not like cum in my pants. I-I’m not like some virgin...well I’m not some man whore either! I don’t fuck around a lot. Not like the option isn’t there bu-” he quit his nervous ramblings at the sound of her laughter. He relaxed, smiling as the girl wrapped his arms around her neck. He began to lean in thinking she would ask him for a kiss but instead she missed his lips, putting hers next to his ear before whispering,

“Wanna dance?” Before he could answer, the girl (who’s name he still didn’t catch) was dragging him to the dance floor, moving his hands to rest on her hips. He tried to keep his movements as fluid as possible. It took him a bit but eventually his movements matched hers, as they swayed to the beat of the song. She pressed her head against his shoulder, looking up at him as she continued the movements against his pelvic area. “I love this song, it’s one of my favorites.” she whispered. He didn’t know if it was because he was cross faded or his enjoyment of the movements but D’Evils by SiR was beginning to become one of his favorite songs too. How could it not when there was such a pretty girl pressed against his front?

“Yeah? It suits you.” he muttered, leaning his head down to hover his own chapped lips above the girl’s soft gloss covered ones. She hummed in agreement, both of them slowly inching towards each other before she stopped, letting out a cheeky giggle.

“Did you really think I was going to kiss you that easily? You’ve gotta earn it.” She said, dragging a manicured hand against the skin of his neck. He shivered a bit as goosebumps formed, watching as she disappeared back into the crowd. He swore some, groaning as he fiddled with the growing bulge in his jeans. Was he out of the game for too long or had girls always been this hard to get? Either way, he didn’t care. Rodrick was gonna get this girl and her name by the end of the night if it was the last thing he ever did. He broke out of his thoughts, keeping sight of her figure making its way through the beaded curtain which led to the basement of the large frat house. Quickly he chased after her, trying to keep up with her. And, as if on purpose, every time he’d get close she’d flash him that breathtaking smile and continue on her path. Finally, she reached her supposed destination, a small group of people on couches, discussing the plans to play something. 

“So, what’s the game?” He asked, causing everyone to look up at him as he sat on the couch farthest from her. He looked at the bottle in the center of the table, proud of himself and his seating choice. The further he was away, the more likely the bottle was to land on the pretty thing across from him.

“7 minutes in heaven. You down?” A brunette girl asked, a flirty look in her buzzed eyes. He ignored her small attempt at an advance, nodding as he locked eyes with the girl of the hour. He shot her a wink, smirking as she rolled her eyes, biting her lip to hide the smile that was making its way onto her face. For someone so adamant about playing this game of cat and mouse, she seemed to be fighting off her feelings very harshly. None of that mattered now though. If there was a god, he hoped he’d be on his side. Never had he wanted to be stuffed inside a muggy dark closet with someone so badly.

“Of course I’m down. Do I look like a pussy to you?” he asked, watching as the (h/c) haired girl opened her mouth. He gave her a pointed look, tilting his head at her. “Don’t answer that, legs.” The girl looked surprised at the nickname but didn’t say anything, trailing her acrylic nails up the curve of her thigh. His brown eyes followed curiously, jumping slightly as she closed her legs quickly giving him a mocking pout. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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Round after round was filled with surprises, none involving Rodrick or the mystery girl of his affections. Sometimes, the two people involved would cheer or jump up excitedly, ceasing the moment that they were desperately waiting for. Other times they would groan in disgust and hell, he couldn’t blame him with the hygiene of some of these people. Have they ever even heard of a shower, deodorant? Only their BO could tell. However, his odds grew more and more as it was finally his turn to spin the bottle. He picked it up, kissing the empty beer bottle as he made up some prayer. He let out a deep breath before spinning the bottle. As he watched it spin, the only thought he could seem to form was, ‘Please, please please. Cmon, cmon, cmon!’

Finally the bottle began to halt, making a rumbling noise as it stopped. His eyes followed the nose of it, letting out an internal cheer as his eyes met the (e/c) eyes from across from him. He pulled up his jeans before walking over to the girl, holding a hand out to her. She eyed it before smirking up at him, allowing her to pull him up. Rodrick looked down at her hand before tangling his fingers with her own, pulling her towards the closet. Once they both were in there, silence overcame them leaving the muffled music from upstairs to be the filler between silent space. He cleared his throat some, catching the shorter girl’s attention.

“Sooo, um. Would this count as earning it?” He quipped, giving her a flirty grin. The girl rolled her eyes before moving closer to him, pulling him down to her own height as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Rodrick wasted no time, pulling the girl by her hips and planting his on hers. The kiss was everything he’d hope it’d be. Passionate, hot, and filled with every bit of desire that had built up over the course of the party. He nibbled at her lip, causing a moan to slip from her lips. He smirked a bit, pulling away some to look into her eyes a bit.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to be a good kisser. You looked like you would give me a lot of teeth and too much tongue.” she giggled some, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it. He rolled his eyes, smirking as he leaned in, nibbling on her neck a bit. He felt victory overcome him at the soft whimper that came from her lips.

“My pride’s a bit wounded, princess.” he purred, lifting her up as he pinned her against the wall. He leaned back in for another kiss, this one more deep and intense than the last. He groaned softly as she tangled her fingers in his hair, gripping at it slightly. He slid his tongue over her bottom lip, quickly tangling it with hers when she opened her mouth. They’re tongues danced a bit, fighting for dominance before he won. He absorbed her moans, sucking on her tongue as he slid a hand under her skirt, stroking the skin of her upper thighs. Rodrick noted how soft her skin was before gripping at it harshly, stroking her hips with his thumbs.

Just as he slid his hands under her shirt, a knock broke them out of their kiss. He groaned in annoyance, pulling away and fixing her clothes for her as the door was ripped open. The (e/c) eyed girl was the first to walk out, looking back at him as if she had something to say.

“(Y/n).” she said, causing him to look at her in confusion. “My name? It’s (Y/n). I hope this isn’t a habit of yours, making out with girls whose names you don’t even know.” she said, looking up at him expectantly. His mouth opened and closed as he stuttered, searching for the words to say. He cleared his throat before grabbing her hand, beginning the path to his own room.

“Not anymore it isn’t.”

[totebagchiqbarista]

can we have a chat noir x reader x ladybug where chat and lady are constantly trying to out due in battles each other for the reader’s attention, even in school with adrian and marionette

a loving feeling

Pairing: Adrien/Chat Noir, Marinette/Ladybug x GenderNeutral!Reader

Here's the first request I got! I literally love this idea so much oh my god. I hope you like it :)

“Adrien, dude, go talk to them. Now’s your chance!“ said Nino, reassuringly patting his best friend on the back. Adrien’s palms sweat just because of the thought of talking to them. It had been so long since he felt anything other than platonic love for somebody and was losing his mind. Adrien knew he wasn’t the only one who saw Y/N as potentially someone who was to be more than a friend. How could he be? 

“Go! Now!“ Nino pushed him closer to the infatuating dream of his best friend. Disappearing in a split second he rebounded with his girlfriend. 

Adrien made a few steps. It has seemed the person of his dreams was way too far away from him. Fear grew with each step and his heart was now beating in his throat, unable to catch a breath. Yes! They are so close! He can see them, just a bit more. He is already there, just hanging by the tip of a finger... And suddenly he was in a broom closet. 

“Oh, Plagg I chickened out again“ Adrien cried, clenching his fists against the wall. The kwami flew around his head in an attempt to catch his gaze. 

“Honestly Adrien, you could only talk to them when you were Cat Noir. But when you’re...well you, you lose your mind!“ he spoke “You see, cheese doesn’t do that to a person“

“You’re a kwami“

“My point still stands.“

Adrien banged his hair against the wall. It’s true, he could always talk to them when he was dressed in black. “I'm going to talk to them, today!”

“You go to the same class, you talk to them every day “ Plagg rolled his eyes, getting tired of the same old story his owner has been playing over and over

The blonde boy shook his head trying to talk to Plagg on a serious note “You know what I mean”

Upon entering the class, Marinette stumbled over her thoughts. She had decided she will talk to them today. She had no idea how, but she had put her mind to it. She is doing this.

"Hi, Marinette," said Y/N when they saw the bluenette deep in her thought.

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching in her throat. She had to process what is happening before she could open her mouth.

"O-oh, hi, Y/N. Are you how? I mean, how you are?" she felt embarrassed by the inability to speak as she tried to collect herself "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. Do you want to sit next to me today? Nino and Alya sat together." they questioned, pointing to the couple in love, sat in the second row.

Marinette's face lit up in joy as she shook her head in approval "Yeah, I will". The two sat down in the first row, waiting for the class to start.

"So, Y/N, tell me, um do you- want to-" Blue-haired girl started as the duo collected their bags and headed towards the door. Y/N watched the girl carefully until she was interrupted by a loud cheer behind them.

They turned around, meeting eyes with a pair of green ones that lit under the blonde hair. "Hi, Adrien!" they waved in response.

Marinette's face reddened. It wasn't just because of the Adrien himself who too, made her blush a little. But it was because he could not have found the worse time to come by...

Her fingers twitched as she watched him smile sweetly and sly to the person she was just about to ask out. He had a kind, heart-warming smile on his face, and he was talking so softly to them. His fingers twirled in his blonde hair as he...

Marinette's face widened at the realization. The guy was stealing her date!

"Actually, we were talking you can come back by later" she interrupted blushing Adrien, taking Y/N's hand in hers and walking off. Without thinking, Adrien reached out, grabbing Y/N's hand. His fingers wrapped around their wrist. "Why can't I join you?" he blurted.

"Of course you can!" Y/N exclaimed

"No, you can't. Don't you have a fencing class to attend to?" Marinette fought back, crossing her hands on her chest.

"It got postponed"

"It never does"

"But today it has so I have an hour of free time"

Y/N watched as the two held a strong eye contact filled with rage and jealousy. Their bodies came closer and closer as they fought back and forth for their attention.

Suddenly, the door of the school burst open, shrieks fulfilling the building. A woman dressed in black entered, her ripped dress falling to the floor. Silver hair of hers flowed in the wind as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the machine in her hand. Two rat ears grew on the tip of her head and a tail that followed the theme.

She walked around, shooting every random passenger and turning them into...rats?

"We have to hide!" Y/N exclaimed as they took both of their hands, leading them into a classroom.

Marinette stuttered, ripping their hands apart even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. "I forgot my bag in the other classroom, I have to get that, it's important, you guys go hide now!"

Y/N nodded, running again, leaving Adrien to follow along. "Locker rooms! We can hide there" he said, grabbing them by the hand and running to the secure place in school.

"Chloe! Where are you Chloe!" the rat lady yelled, leading her way through the corridors of the Françoise Dupont High School. "Hide here," he said, showing them a safe place in one of the lockers.

"You too." They said pointing to the one across. Adrien only nodded in response and faking it once they were completely safe. The blonde's legs carried him to the bathroom by the speed of light.

Closing the door he took a moment to take a deep breath and rest his back against the wall. His kwami reappeared in front of his face, waiting for a word. Something. Anything.

"Don't you have a significant other to save, Adrien?"

Adrien got himself on his feet, away from the daydreams. Plagg was right, he did everything better when he was Chat Noir, so saving them should be as easy too. Maybe then he can finally talk to them without interruptions or his own fears.

The blonde nodded. "Plagg claws out!"

Although they knew they could be in danger, Y/N couldn't take being locked up in a locker anymore. She stepped out, only to be met by Adrian's open locker. The rat lady must have got to him.

"Stupid" they hummed to themselves as they looked around, figuring out what to do.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened and the infamous black cat costume appeared before them, taking their breath as always. "Well hello I guess we're stuck in danger together," he said flirty "Might as well make the most out of it" he bowed down before them.

"Poor kitty, and where's your lady?" They said, teasingly to the cat boy who so desperately tried to get under their skin.

"Said she will be right back."

And just on queue, the lady in red stormed into the room. Taking a look at Chat Noir once she sighed. "I'm sorry to do this, but it's important. Multimouse, I need you." She handed the already well-known miraculous box to them as they nodded in response.

It was safe to say Chat Noir was losing his mind. His eyes widened at the sudden information, as he stared at them in amazement. "You're Multimouse?!" he squeaked. Thinking back on the previous times Multimouse came to help and he did nothing but flirt with them. There was something that stood out about them and he never knew what. Now, it all made sense.

Then yet again, he wonders how whenever Multimous was around, Ladybug also got way more talkative and goofy and eager for their attention. He remembers all the fights over Multimouse he and the lady had led. It all came together now.

"Of course I am," they said, tying the necklace around their neck and meeting with Mullo, once again.

"I've missed you Y/N," Mullo said, happily flying around.

"I can say the same" they responded, ready to transform "Mullo, get squeaky!"

"Wow," both of the Paris' superheroes were smitten. Stealing a dirty look from each other for one last time they created a plan with Multimouse to defeat Ninkilia. As Ladybug said, she is completely sure the Akuma is in her hand machine.

"That's the plan, just follow my lead" she finished her speech

"As you wish my lady" Multimouse chimed in before Chat Noir could say anything. Ladybug's hot cheeks were prominent through her mask, and the cat looked nothing but jealous.

"R-right, let's go" the girl with spots exclaimed, her cheeks still burning red.

Jumping from the roof, Multimouse teased the villain. "A mouse? No!" Ninkilia yelled. "If you can live in the garbage now, why can't you do it in a form of a true rat itself" she cried as she shot around random people on the street.

"We have to get to her hand machine quickly," Chat Noir said fighting the lady in black. "And maybe then we can go somewhere just the two of us."

He winked at Multimouse who only laughed, and earned a look of pure hatred from Ladybug. Expecting a comment on his own behalf, Chat Noir was surprised by the lady's response. "You don't want to go with him trust me. I know the best ice cream in town."

Multimouse only laughed "Let's get rid of this rat lady first," they said "Multitude!"

"No, not the mice!" Ninkilia desperately tried shooting the little mice around her as they climbed up her legs. Ladybug's yoyo wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground.

"Chat Noir!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Cataclysm"

The Akuma has been purified and the trio has once more, saved the day. "Pound it!"

"It has been a pleasure working with you" black cat smiled sheepishly, taking the mouse's hand and kissing it softly. "Will I have the pleasure of seeing you again soon?"

"We'll see," they said, signalizing Ladybug it's time to go.

Ladybug pulled them close, taking them by the waist and already feeling her heart beat faster. Multimouse, or precisely, Y/N placed their head in the crook of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Soon, they were flying through the air, holding just by her yoyo.

"Thank you for choosing me," they said, as they scootched closer to her body, clinging in fear of falling down.

"How could I not?"

Marinette's heartbeat raced faster as they shared a soft smile. If it were up to her, she would like to fight alongside them all the time.

[endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus]

New Year’s Eve Kiss w/The Lanes Characters

Silco, Sevika & Vi

This is a  special collab with my best friend - for Piltover’s Characters

The Last Drop is packed to the brim with residents from the Undercity. Rounds of beer and hard liquor are loosely passed about as clouds of smoke draped from the ceiling. 

Silco:

“To the Nation of Zuan! May great fortune bless upon us.” he drunkenly raised his crystal glass.

The man was a traditionalist and as every year passed he kept up with drinking his ass off in celebration.

One thing was different though; you. This was your first time being a part of the Zaun Community during New Years Eve.

It felt out of the ordinary for you to see him in this state, he normally was able to handle himself but you were warned beforehand that he took the Holidays very seriously.

The room chanted along to his words as he stood on the bar’s counter. He pointed to you in the crowd and gestured for you to join him.

Suddenly you were lifted up by his entourage and carried to your awaiting King.

Once you were in his arms he dramatically dipped you, capturing your lips with his in a heated kiss.

Sevika:

Holiday or not Sevika always managed to keep herself busy with something related to the almighty Son of Zaun.

She was tucked away in the darkest corner of the bar, keeping an eye out for anyone who decided to act out of pocket on her watch.

You snagged two beers from behind the counter and approached her; it was the least you could do, especially after all the times she’s rescued you.

“I’d have to charge you for this you know.” She winked and accepted the beverage, taking a big swig.

“Perhaps we can explore our options for payment.” You threw the ball back in her court; you two played a game of cat and mouse, exchanging flirty banter and devilish looks, definitely up to no good when you were together.

She gave a sly smirk and motioned for you to follow, leading you into the basement, “Well we can start with you carrying these boxes.” She set aside the beer bottle and lifted the cardboard with ease. You, of course trying hard to impress, bent down to pick up the box barely holding it and stacked it onto the one Sevika set down, “Consider this my reimbursement.“ 

She grinned, “Not quite, there is just one more thing..” You hadn’t realized but the space between you was slim, and with one step she was inches from your face. It caught you by surprise and when you backed up - your body met the brick wall. She placed her hand next to your head, “I say when your debt is settled.” She leaned in, kissing you with such power it felt like electricity was rushing through your veins; you needed more. 

Vi:

“There you are, I thought you had run off.” impatience got the best of Vi as she tapped her foot, just waiting to scold you when you returned. You were offended by her comment, “What? The line for the bathroom is really long. If it makes you feel better there was a water stain that looked just like you.” 

She rolled her eyes, trying to play off the smile that snuck up on her, “We only have a few minutes before the show starts, let’s get a move on.” Her hand gestured for you to shoo off.

“I think what I'm hearing is a race? One, two, three go!” You shouted as you got a jump start towards the staircase, you could hear Vi call out for you. 

You had to focus while going up the stairs, one missed step and you were tumbling down them so you decided to take it one by one and before you know it Vi has caught up to you, taking long strides up, “You really think you can challenge me? Ha!” 

She had beat you to the top but you were soon running side by side through the hallway, 

avoiding people walking by and furniture that you swear wasn’t there before. 

Your hands collided as you two reached for the door handle, you used your hip to push her out of the way but she managed to shoulder you aside.

The doors swung wide open and you two stepped out onto the balcony, chests heaving heavily and eyes locked in a competing stare. The first BOOM of a firework broke the silence and you two began to laugh, mainly to shake off the scare it caused you both. 

The sky was painted in bright colors and sparks from the ongoing firework show from Piltover, you were standing next to each other, hands gripping onto the balcony’s fencing.

“Hey, Happy New Year.” Vi sheepishly smiled at you, raising her hand to stroke your cheek. You lingered into the touch and this queued Vi to close the gap between you two with a passionate kiss.

[foreverrogers]

🌶️ okay but like roleplaying w/ tasm!peter that you two are strangers at a bar and its almost a game of cat and mouse of who will “fall first” in terms of inviting the other person over and youre both in these flirty personas that is trying to make the other break and ‼️‼️

anon this is idea has changed my life i have never considered this before but it is the hottest thing ever

like you both rent a hotel room for the night and meet in the hotel bar as 'strangers,' like he slides up next to you and asks if he can buy you a drink and gives you the most cheesy, generic pick up lines ever.

and he think he might be the first one to cave as soon as you start getting handsy, grabbing is knee under the bar or putting your hand on his wrist when you laugh. and all the while you keep biting your lip and looking at his mouth and it drives him crazy

but it also takes everything you have for you to keep it together, because every once in a while he'll lean in to whisper something in your ear and the warmth of his breath against your neck sends a shiver down your spine, makes you press your thighs together underneath your dress

for some reason I feel like even though you'll go in the most confident peter would make you break first. like you order a drink with a salted rim and there's some stuck in the corner of your mouth, so peter leans in to brush it away with his thumb and licks it off the pad of his finger and it would take all of your willpower not to pounce on him right then and there.

come over and join my sleepover!! // asks