#She's probably flirting with crystal

[lazthecat3]

My art block randomly got lifted

Niko is only good at being a wing woman 😔

[space-spring-art]

Drawing a comic about Orlaea and Zigmunt and it still needs a lot of work but I'm posting a WIP shot because I like them :)

[cosmicheartz]

Thinking abt Phoebe x Crystal

[deathbxnny]

Arcane characters when someone flirts with you. | Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Sevika x Gn!Reader

I am the brain rot. The brain rot is me.✨️

Content: pre season 2 Viktor/Jayce!, Jealousy, pitfighter Vi, established romantic relationships, angst, threats of violence/death threats, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VIKTOR

He always struggled with self-esteem issues, mainly due to his sickness and disability that made it difficult for him to do much. A part of him forever will believe that you could easily do better than him, yet that doesn't stop him from getting terribly jealous anytime someone gets too friendly with you. Especially when they can see him standing next to you clearly being your partner as well.

But despite his insecurities, he doesn't allow anyone to harass you either on his watch. He lets you defend yourself for the most part until he has enough and lets his more sassy side handle the flirtatious person for you. He may not be able to do anything in a physical way, something he very much would rather avoid. But his tongue is sharp, and it takes little to make them quickly scurry away with a nervous apology for the disturbance.

He'll never admit to being jealous, however, and denies any teasing accusations you send his way. But he'll secretly ask for reassurance as he starts feeling embarrassed over his insecurities rather quickly after. A couple of hugs and kisses from your side will fix that right up, though.

》JAYCE

He has a reputation to keep up. And so, technically, he should always handle things professionally no matter what. People are watching him after all, and his public image can not be tarnished under any circumstance... or so he says. Things change in his mind when they are about you. In general, people know who you are and who you belong to since he rarely shuts up about it.

But every now and then, someone who is somehow unfamiliar with this concept will come up to you and attempt to woo you right in front of his very eyes. Now, Jayce tries to let you handle yourself, but doesn't hesitate to step in either if the person doesn't get the hint. His rather intimidating frame and position as a councilor help him out Immensely with this. He chases them away with a tight smile and a kiss to your head, as he casually asks how he can oh so graciously help them.

Once they leave, he'll pretend not to hear you, of you teasingly asking him if he was jealous. Him? Jealous? Hah! Impossible... okay, maybe a little. But don't tell anyone that.

》VI

As a pitfighter, Vi doesn't hesitate to get violent with anyone who comes close to the only good thing she has left in her life, which happens to be you. She's extremely protective and makes sure everyone gets the hint regarding who you belong to. But alas, there are always the couple strays that refuse to comprehend that fact and therefore attempt to "steal" you away from her. Something that never ends well for anyone.

Her temper is shorter than it used to be, and that becomes quite clear when she's quick to loom over the person that was pestering you. She knows that you can handle yourself just fine, too. But that doesn't stop her from grabbing their shoulder and asking them if she can help them out instead. Or maybe they want to talk it out in the pit? All the same to her, but the message is clear. She'll win if it comes to you every time, and that's enough to make the person scurry away in terror.

You'll definitely have to calm her down and reassure that you had everything handled. She's just looking out for you, though, and doesn't want you to get hurt, too, like everyone else in her life. The last thing she wants is to mess up again, so her overprotective tendencies will probably never lessen. Not that you kind anyways.

》CAITLYN

Your role as her partner is crystal clear to absolutely everyone in Piltover, especially after she takes over the troops as their new ruler. She's much more cutthroat and cold than she used to be before her mothers death, which made her extremely overprotective of you and your safety. She may even be suffocating at times with her security measures, but she finds it absolutely necessary. This also means, however, that those who try becoming a bit too friendly with you are always at risk of facing her wrath.

She doesn't hold back with her dismay and is quick to stand before you with a dark, stern glare directed at whoever was flirting with you beforehand. Caitlyn doesn't care if you can take care of yourself or not either. She'll take full advantage of her new position and power too, not hesitating to give the person that was pestering you a professionally worded threat that leaves them as pale as a ghost.

Admittedly, it's hard to tell if she's jealous or just worried in her own way. Before her mother's death, it may very well just be her being a bit jealous... but with her current position, she may also just be afraid to lose you too deep down. And she couldn't handle that.

》JINX

After Silco's death, Jinx's temper is milder than before due to her deteriorating mental health (if there was anything left of it to begin with). She's a lot calmer when handling situations and seeming more calculated than before, but that certainly doesn't quell the extreme abandonment issues in her at any rate. If anything, they've become much worse than before. This means that she'll cling to you and snap at anyone who nears you. No one is allowed to steal your attention away from her. No one can take you away from her. She just won't allow it when you're all she has left.

And so, she won't hesitate to use her gun on anyone who is pestering you. A death threat or two usually gets the point across anyway. Jinx will also let you handle yourself first, however though, knowing you can easily do that. But if things do get out of hand, she will step right to scare them away at best. She'd never kill anyone infront of you after all. She doesn't want to scare you away.

You'll have to reassure her of your loyalty a lot afterward, however, as her insecurities and issues can make her spiral fairly easily. Giving her a lot of attention and love makes everything go away, though, luckily.

》SEVIKA

She's very secure in your relationship and trusts you perfectly fine, which is why she rarely ever gets jealous. Why should she, anyway, when you'll always come back to her at the end of the day? Besides, people in the lanes know who you are and who you belong to, and most importantly, what will happen to their faces once she bashes them in if they ever harass you too much.

With that said, though, she typically lets you do your own thing and chase the person away yourself first before bothering to step in. If things get out of hand, then she'll suddenly be right behind you and tower over whoever it is that's not getting the hint. Blowing smoke right into their faces, she'll ask them if they have a problem, and if yes, then they should take it up with her outside. Although everyone knows she's the only one back afterwards. This usually does the trick.

Don't expect her to ever say that she is jealous, though, and hopes you know better, too. She knows you're loyal, as she certainly is for life and therefore doesn't worry about a thing regarding the strength of your relationship.

No one is better than her anyway.

[s-4pphics]

sir, this is a Wendy's drive-thru...

SYNOPSIS: fuck mcdonald’s. fuck AT wendy’s. 

WORD COUNT: 3.5K

WARNINGS: THIS IS CRACK AND VERY UNSERIOUS! FT. AGGRESSIVE FLIRTING, oc is a big titty pansexual and the wendy’s robin hood, ellie is a butch-dyking, fry-dropping misandrist who frowns a lot and is horny MDNI, mentions of mary jay, mentions of dead parents(my signature), descriptions of sex. alluded to driving while high(pls don’t do this irl. characters can’t die but you can) TRIGGER WARNING: FILTHY MEN!(it’s just for plot forgive me) 

A/N: random mini series of 2 oddballs. HAPPY PRIDE! FUCK ICE! ITS JUNETEENTH I LOVE EVERYBODY BLACK ALSO SISI MADE THE EDIT PURRR @inf3ct3dd

“Good evenin’, my love, what can I get for ya?” 

…

“Oh my god, new strain? Didn’t expect to see you back so quickly! How are you, honey? What do you need?” 

… 

“Hiii, babydoll, havin’ a good night? How was last night, by the way? … So good it brought you back to tell me? Ohhh, goodness—“

Is moaning through your headset that necessary? 

The later it becomes, the more… gross you are. It’s nauseating.

The agonizing shrill of potheads bemoaning about the speakers blasting Carly Rae Jepsen while they litter the floor she may have to sweep is torture enough as it is. Listening to you bewitch customers into buying the Berry Frosty is the icing on the cake. Tastes like fucking cough syrup but they’ll gladly scarf it down because you told them to like a bunch of cash pigs. The tip jar beside the window is probably overflowing and it’s only 9. 

That’s why Chris schedules you for all window and register duties now. Ellie used to be stationed at the window upon hire, but her opportunity for tips came crashing when a cup of mixed Sprite and Dr. Pepper splattered all over her uniform after supposedly “having attitude” and “being stingy with the bacon on the Baconator” despite having not made it. She nearly jumped out the window to beat on the old fuckhead with a broomstick before he skrrted off. 

There she was—caught by her manager, half-hanging out the window swearing to bash some 60-year-olds brains out.

Prior to that, she earned 40 cents in tips and a fuck you from some drunk college student trying to film prank videos for TikTok. Chris chose not to fire her(instead put her on bathroom duty), mainly because they’re understaffed and Ellie’s mom is dead. 

She’s been dead actually. For years, she told Chris, and sometimes Ellie has outbursts due to the lack of emotional outlets at home. “They come sporadically! I just feel them and they take over sometimes!” Chris’s scolding became more sympathetic the longer the intervention became, Ellie dragging on and on about her traumatic experiences with grief and how they follow her like a ghost. Even to work. 

Some parts were exaggerated, but anything for the dollar. Fuck this country. 

But her guilt tripping promoted her from shit unclogger to fry dropper. 

“You want an extra patty? Can you even swallow that much meat?” 

Working in the kitchen is a blessing and a curse. No more male bathrooms to wash down, but now she has to listen to your incessant flirting… which is more like workplace harassment but everyone just accepts that that’s just the way you speak? With deep drawl and seduction. Or something like that. 

When she hears boisterous male laughter at your disguised lecher, she almost dumps the bags of ice into the boiling fryer. Alongside disgust, there’s something else. Akin to envy but not quite. It couldn’t be that. 

At least she wasn’t forced to hear it from the bathrooms. 

She salts the limp-dick fries on a draining tray before packing them right as you slide your headset off to assist the customers at the register. 

More men. Great. She’ll make sure to add a little extra spit. 

“My boys came to see me?” Your smile shines like crystals, and they all swoon. Bark at your feet and ogle at your chest like dogs. She told you your uniform was too fucking tight to be professional months ago, in which you replied, “bitch, this is Wendy’s, not Google.” It's still a concern. Looks uncomfortable. Hugs you too tight… not that she cares. Not that she notices. 

You promise to give those punks extra fries if they clean up after themselves because her friend works too hard to make it look nice in here. Your friend being her. 

It’s been 4 months at this location, and you’ve spoken to her a total of 6 times. A few bright good evenings, one time when she slipped on a mop puddle and you asked if she needed an ambulance or life insurance or a lawyer, and another when you were fried outta your mind with a handful of stolen fries in the staff room; she quotes you often, “bitch, these hit. Nice work.” 

Point is, if she’s a friend, she’d hate to see your family. 

Like clockwork, you’re given more money than necessary. Their order of spicy nugs was $20, but they handed you thirty-fucking-five. Told you to keep the change, and you do, because you’re greedy and annoying. 

… Despite having always evenly split. With everyone. Even the new bathroom cleaners. Fuck you for being so giving. 

“Stop staring so fucking hard.” 

Ellie nearly leaps onto the ceiling, already shoving a snickering Riley. 

“I’m not,” She groans, eyes dropping where the rested low on your waist to the deep fryer, “just making sure they don’t do anything weird.” 

“What’re you gonna do, save-a-ho? Throw grease on ‘em?” 

Not the worst idea. “Yeah. And she’s not a ho.” 

The defense is sudden, makes Riley laugh. Ellie cringes. “How sweet,” Riley coos and blows light kisses, “don’t forget she’s a pro. Conman-esque. She got this.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Fries look like shit, by the way.” Riley giggles before jetting off to flip her patties. 

That’s how the rest of the night proceeds: with you selling sex to crossed party hoppers and Ellie despising you because it works. If there were opportunities for commission in this fuck-ass establishment, you’d be top dog. 

“Have a nice night, doll!” 

“You too, m’love! Get home safe!” Your voice drops to a whisper as you trail behind your… friend? Whatever. “Text me about dick appointment!” 

“And will!” 

You giggle, “Love you!” Blows the person kisses before locking up and shutting the entrance lights off. 

“Another day, another—“

Slay. Fuck you. Did one of your buttons pop open at the top? 

“Ellie!” You call, and she nearly faints. 

“What.” She grumbles. 

“Any fries left? M’leaving early.” 

“No.” 

She hates how your pout rattles her ribcage. “Fuuuuck me. Was gonna spark tonight.” 

“Yesterday's zoot wasn’t enough for you?” 

The one where she had to babysit and make sure you didn’t stick your fingers in electrical outlets? Holes are for filling, you said. Like a shithead. 

“Fuck no. Shauna, you remember Shauna—pothead Shauna with a fatty—she put me onto some new shit, so. Yeah. We’ll see!” 

Ellie has never met a Shauna in her entire goddamn life. Must be one of your Berry Frosty friends. 

“Just go get food.” 

“That’s dumb as shit—and corporate cheating. Do you know how stupid I’d look going through the Dairy Queen drive-thru in a Wendy’s shirt?” Your eyes roll before they melt. 

“Pretty plleaaase with a cherry on top, drop a fresh batch for me?” You ask lowly with buttery eyes. 

So fucking crude. Let people clock out at least.  

But she says nothing. Just heads into the kitchen and shoves a potato in the slicer. Preps fresh oil for you, all while you evenly split crumpled wads of cash with Jesse and Dina and Rod and everyone else she doesn’t care to get to know. $15 each. Decent. 

When your fries are crispy, she salts and bags them up like she’s sending her partner off to work with a packed lunch—what. 

Said partner must’ve heard Ellie's mind because there you are, here you come—what. 

“Thanks, angel!” You take the small bag from her with the brightest, most appreciative smile. The one that swells your under eyes. Ellie’s ears burn at the term, and her cheeks follow when your fingers tuck a rolled ten and five, stuffing the bills in her apron pocket. There’s a deep, internal thud rattling her ear drums. 

“How long you staying tonight.” 

Ellie freezes, “What.” 

“Pulling an all-nighter again? Might be a new record, washing dishes til dawn and what have you.” Ellie doesn’t laugh when you do, and annoyingly, that seems to tickle you even more. Your smile makes her chest itch, thrum with something. 

“Extra salt on my fries?” 

She nods. Like always. 

“You deserve brain-breakin’ head.” 

“Jesus Christ.” Ellie grumbles like her core didn’t just pull inward.

“You lowkey look like a pothead. Come over sometime.” Not a question, an open demand. Ellie never says no.

“Not a fucking pothead.” 

“Do you smoke at all?” 

Against her better judgement, she nods again, and your eyes shift: a slightly darkened overcast that gets her chest pounding.  

You ponder for a moment, rocking to and from on your heels. 

“Lemme take you home.” 

“I have to clean—“

“ANDY!”

Sounds like Godzilla gets to tussling with King-Kong in the bathroom. The door bursts open and some dipshit she’s never met with a mop and filled bucket clammers like a jester to a Queen. 

“Yes?” His voice cracks. 

“Do me a favor, honey?” 

“Of course, what’d you need?” Ellie scoffs under her breath. 

“Mind putting in a little extra work for me in the kitchen? We gotta emergency to tend to.” 

Why’re you saying it—wording it like that? Gets the apparent freshman blushing red like he’s hauling in bulls.  

“I gotchu. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Thank ya, darlin’. Get home safe, okay?” 

He smiles like a lottery winner. “Yeah, you too,” before stumbling back into the bathroom to text his group chat he bagged a milf. Dumbass.  

“You’re so—“

You smile. “I know. Get your shit.” 

And you leave. Just like that. Ellie watches your shadow disappear into darkness and to your car like a hawk. 

I hate this, she tells herself all the way to the staff lounge to grab her backpack, excitement exuding with every peppy step she takes to your car. 

—

Hotboxing in your beat-up Camry in her apartment complex parking lot was not on her 2025 bingo card. You crunch on fries and guzzle water like a dehydrated cat and all Ellie can do is stare with intrigue. 

At your tits then your face. Why the fuck are you so hot? Even with grease and salt covering your entire mouth and fingers.

She has no idea what you’re talking about, hasn’t for a while now—this is the most hyperactive high she’s ever witnessed. You will not stop talking. To think you smoked down hybrid and hit your pen. Pennifer, you called it. Weirdo.

“—Taxidermy… Like, when people can write with both hands… What’s that called? Tax-e-derm—“

“—I just couldn’t believe that shit, I was literally a witness to armed robbery but it was a bank so fuck it. Get to the bag anyway possible and fuck capitalism—“

“—I want a pet axolotl. They’re so fucking cute, I see why toddlers love ‘em—“

“… OH, MS. NUNN—“

“Riley’s your girlfriend?” 

It takes a second to grasp that you’re asking a direct question, joint extended out, which she gladly accepts. 

“Best friend since middle school,” she says quietly, smoke swirling to join the cloud high at the ceiling. 

“… Shit. Lucky. I don’t talk to anyone I went to school with.” 

“How come? Lost touch?” 

“Yeah… I dropped out in 10th grade.” 

“Why?”

You shrug. “Dad died. He was a piece of shit, but I had… a really bad breakdown. Went into psych care and allat.” 

“Damn… Sorry.” 

You shrug again, accepting the hit she offers back. 

“You gotta girl, though? Or person? It’s fuuuuucking priiiiide.” You sing. 

“Single… pringle.” She says lamely, and you laugh. Your cracked giggle makes her lips inch up a bit. “And you? Anyone special you go home to?” 

You shrug; always careless with your words. “Nah. Just me n’ my 6 inch.” 

“Damn.” 

Your brows furrow, “Is that big? Damn, what the fuck—?” 

“No judgement. Just… yeah.” 

“Yeah, what?” Before you earn a jumbled response, you intercept, “Wait, you’re gay, right?” 

She frowns. “My husband and I just put a down payment on a house. White picket and everything.” 

“… I know that’s fuckin’ right, OKAY, BUTCH4BU— wait—wait, how the fuck do you gotta house and work at Wendy’s—“

“I was joking!” 

You stare blankly before sulking, “so no butch?” 

“No.” 

“… Darn… But you are gay right?” 

“Yes.” 

“Merry…” It looks like you dissociate for a split second, “Happy Pride, queen.” You send a finger-heart. 

“… Thanks.” 

“Not gonna say it back, pussy?” 

“… Wait, you—“

Offense taken. You look appalled. “GIRL—yes! Hello—“

“My bad… I’ve only ever seen you talk to guys that look like they piss in Sprite bottles and save them under their twin sized bed.”

“Wow, okay. Specific,” your jaw slacks, “men are whores that only have purpose if they’re giving out money or throwing pipe. You gotta use these bitches like they use us!”

“… Right.”

“I am right. Wanna smoke s’more?” 

“I'm good. I’ll watch.” Quite closely. There’s a certain way your lips curl around each puff that makes her swoon. 

“Kay.” 

Could be the haze of her brain, but you look good lighting up. That orange cast from the flame highlights the brown tints in your eyes. 

“I remember I was hooking up with this guy—and, like, for context, my nipples are sensitive. Play with ‘em and I’ll do anything you ask me to, right? Whatever,” You puff, “so, he kisses my neck, what, like, four fucking times before he whips it out with a rubber. I said, bitch, the fuck is this about? Barely any fondling, no hickies, no nothing.” 

“I tell him… What the fuck did I tell him—I dunno, but I cussed him out hard enough that he made me cum just by sucking my tits and then I kicked his ass out, only for him to hit me up a week later asking to fuck again. Mind you, he never hit! They’re a bunch of sluts.” 

“… Sheesh.” 

She heard you but she didn’t hear you. Too stuck on you having tit-gasms. 

“Right?” Blobs of smoke circle your face in puffy halos, “Lesbians just get it. Be grateful you never have to deal with these bullshit ass problems.” 

She is. There’s not a second that goes by where she isn’t. 

“We do get it, don’t we.” 

“Yeah…” You sigh dreamily, “what about you? Any freak-nasty tales to tell?” 

“Not with men.” 

“Didn’t expect anything less,” You snort, “tell me a funny one. Farting mid-fingering or something romantic like that.” 

Ellie laughs, and it looks like your smile grows because hers did. Or is she too fucking high? 

“Not many funny ones, to be honest.” 

“… Okay, Pussy Destroyer 3000—“

“No, I mean—I’m just… into them. You know? It doesn’t really matter if it’s not… perfect, or whatever. I just need them to enjoy it.” 

And for the first time tonight, Ellie’s open, and you’re quiet. 

She catches that look in your eye; softer and filled with intrigue. If there’s something you want to ask, she’ll answer, but you settle. 

“That’s really nice.” You whisper, and it’s genuine. Ellie hums playfully in return, ignoring how hot her ears are, eyes locked onto yours when they start to waver. 

… Are you shy? You? 

“You’re sweet, Ellie.” You compliment, and Ellie plays with the ring on her middle finger. 

“So, what color is it?” You ask. 

“What color is what?” 

“Is yo’ gun pink?”

“… What.”

“Your strap, piece, slanger, the slug in your nightstand, the girth you hide in your backpack—“

“I don’t hide—dude, you think I carry it on me at work? The hell—“

You squint before smirking. “I never said allat… but now I'm suspicious—“

“It’s bright pink and glows in the dark.” She snarks. 

“Ooooo, so they be lightin’ up like a glow stick?” 

Ellie cackles. “Oh my fucking god—“

“That’s so cute! I love that! Like a firefly!” You take a minute to catch your breath before exclaiming. “Bitch, you top? Queen shit—“

“I like it.” 

“Is it psychological?”

“Huh?” 

“Like… the need for control. Everything falls apart in your life so you make it up by topping the baddies you meet at bars.”

Ellie barely catches her breath, pain searing through her cheeks but she can’t stop smiling. 

… Pretty spot on, coincidentally. She couldn’t stop the crash that killed her mom, couldn’t stop her burial two weeks later, her dad abandoning and leaving her with Joel—she loves the old man, but… he can be a lot. Two terrible communicators should never be subjected to living under the same roof. So much uncomfortable silence.

“And where’d you learn that?” 

“Divorce Court. And Dr. Phil but fuck him.” 

Ellie shakes her head. “You’re not how I thought you’d be.” 

“Is that good or bad?” 

“Good. Definitely.” 

“What’d you think of me before?” 

“Uh… well…” 

Your bottom lip juts out, pink and covered in salt. That fucking pouts gonna get her in trouble. And you. With your permission. “Thought I was a cum-guzzling skank-thot?” 

“I… no. I just thought you were kinda…”

It’s hard to find words to describe you. Any preconceived notions she had seem to dwindle with every exchange you share, but still, what’s your motive for inviting her into your car? For toking? You’ve never seemed that interested in getting to know her prior to this. You’re cordial and… nice—as much as one could be while they’re seducing men into tipping the swabbers. 

“So sexy and smart you didn’t know what to do with yourself?” 

“Sure. That’s it.” She snorts. “Don’t take this the wrong way but you seemed… self-centered.” She whispers shamefully like she actually called you that skank thing. You don’t seem hurt by the term, though. Accepting even. 

“I am.” 

“… Okay.” 

“… Wait, so you top?” You mumble slyly, and Ellie nods. 

“Why?” 

She shrugs. “Just prefer it. I don’t like spotlights.” 

“Fair. I love ‘em.” 

“I’m sure you do,” Ellie’s hand move on autopilot, taking the half-smoked joint from you to hit despite her better judgement, “you seem like one, too.” 

“A spotlight?” 

“A top, idiot.” 

You contemplate for a moment, biting at that same pout. “If I like someone enough, I’ll do whatever they tell me to. I don’t really care.” 

“Romantic.” Ellie grumbles—her time to toke hog, to ash off on your center console, and you let her. No more grabby hands for the spliffy. 

“Romance sucks and fucks from the back.” You turn your car on to get the radio on, low enough to hear Ellie pick at your psyche. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Mhm.” 

“Why’d you offer to drive me home?” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” 

“No. That’s why I’m asking.” 

Just when she thought it was impossible for your eyes to glaze more, they do, a perfect match for that devious fucking smile. Her heart full-stops when you lean in closer, elbow pressed against the console, your breath hitting her neck with your proximity. 

“I wanted to know what color it was.” 

She hums around the roach, blows the smoke away from your face before turning to face you. She stubs it in your tray, vision locked onto every detail of your face before finding her way back to your eyes that seem to glimmer and twinkle. 

“Blue.” She hums quietly. 

“Still glow in the dark?” You match her tone. 

“No. Unfortunately.” 

“…” 

“Darn.” 

Ellie laughs with you until her sides burn. Until you slump your head onto her shoulder in an attempt to catch your breath. Until laughter turns to winded inhales that brush each other's faces. 

Until you inch up a bit, brush her nose with yours. Until she’s forced to fight temptation with her last cell. 

“It’s late.” 

Regret fills her the second she whispers it because you’re already backing up and she craves your warmth again, still smiling with that soft look in your eye. 

“Would you like to come over tomorrow?” 

An innocent proposal. Probably to smoke away the stress of Saturday’s. 

“I'll let you know.” 

You’re cheesing like she already accepted. “Okay.” 

“You good to get back home?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Sure?”

“Yes.” 

She physically has to cover her mouth with her hand to stop herself from inviting you in for a sleepover. A gay sleepover. During pride month. 

Ellie nods, picks her bag up off your leopard floor mats before breaking the smoke cloud with a nudged open door. “Text me when you get back.” 

“Okay.” 

“Bye.” 

You giggle again. How the hell could she deny you? “Bye, Ellie.” 

The box breaks when her door opens, cold air lighting up her cells like a fuse box despite her legs feeling like jelly. 

She doesn’t look back because she’ll turn back; climb right into the front—or back—seat and never come out again. She refuses to make this complicated despite it being in her nature. That was fun and you’re nice to talk to and you’re friends now. Friendship isn’t complicated.

… Well, it can be, especially when the brain sends whispers about said friend on their knees with blue down their throat. Ellie sighs against her front door. 

She just needs to sleep. 

Yeah. Sleep it off. Not masturbate to the thought of you swallowing her. That’s a no.

Sleep. 

… Shit. 

[wherethefigsfall]

“Not Jealous, Just… Observant”

Ellie Williams x fem reader (established relationship)

———

She shuffled next to you like she’d just run a marathon, even though she’d walked, like, two blocks.

“Why are we up early for vegetables?” she muttered, yawning into her sleeve.

You glanced at her. Hoodie half-on, dark circles like she’d been in a war. “Because your entire diet is beef jerky and energy drinks.”

“They’re efficient.”

“They’re a slow death.”

She groaned but didn’t argue further, fingers finding yours as you stepped into the farmer’s market. It was crowded and full of chatter, fresh bread, herbs, people’s dogs in sweaters. Very normal. Very domestic. You loved it.

Ellie looked around like she was being forced to attend a seminar.

You led her toward a table stacked with strawberries that looked way too good to be real. “Look at these.”

Ellie blinked. “They look like strawberries.”

“They look perfect.”

“Still strawberries.”

You ignored her and dropped a basket into your tote, and that’s when she showed up.

She had the whole farmer’s market NPC aesthetic down. Flowy linen pants, vintage sunglasses, gold hoops. Probably made her own oat milk and saged her crystals on the full moon.

She picked up a tomato and smiled. “Careful, that one bruises easy.”

You glanced at her. “Oh—thanks.”

She smiled wider. “Pretty tomatoes for a pretty girl.”

You paused. Ellie did not.

She shifted slightly next to you, just enough that her body language screamed, try me.

“I work here sometimes,” the girl added. “You come here often?”

You opened your mouth, but Ellie beat you to it. “She’s does with me, her girlfriend.”

The girl looked at Ellie like she hadn’t noticed her until just now. “Cool.”

Ellie’s smile was polite, sharp. “Yeah. So cool.”

The girl gave a slow nod and drifted off with some excuse about peaches. Once she was out of earshot, you turned to Ellie, eyebrows raised.

“You good?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly. “Just saying. She was hovering.”

“She was being nice.”

“She flirted with you using tomatoes.”

You tried not to laugh. “You were jealous.”

“I wasn’t. I was—observing.”

You nudged her. “If I went back and asked her about those peaches—”

“I’d leave you here.”

You grinned. “Mm. Territorial.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t let go of your hand as you wandered past stalls selling bread, candles, jam, and way too many scented things. She muttered complaints the whole time but still let you pull her closer when the crowd got thick.

Then you saw her again. Tomato Girl. At the tea stand.

“Oh, hey,” she said. “Still here?”

Ellie exhaled sharply through her nose. “Yep. Still with me. Wild how that works.”

The girl stared for a second too long, then backed off again.

You turned to Ellie, amused. “You done?”

“I just don’t like when people pretend not to see me standing right there. It’s weird.”

You bumped her shoulder. “You’re so dramatic.”

“She was weird.”

“She complimented the strawberries, not proposed marriage.”

“She wanted you soooo bad.”

You laughed, and Ellie softened again, a hand on your back like she forgot she was mad.

“You know,” you said, “I probably could’ve gotten her number.”

Ellie stopped walking.

You smirked. “Relax. Kidding.”

She groaned. “You are so annoying.”

“I like seeing you flustered.”

She pulled her beanie down lower. “Next time we’re going to target.”

“Romantic.”

Still, she didn’t stop holding your hand the whole way home.

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AN: hii if you guys have any requests or prompts plss let me know :)

[blbyena]

boyfriend!mark x reader , friend!jaemin , coffee date

Fluff - 2,293 words

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You're at a café with mark and jaemin, and the waiter has a crush on you...

It’s a rare free afternoon, and you, Mark, and Jaemin decide to grab coffee at a cozy little café. The place is warm and inviting, the scent of roasted beans and sweet pastries filling the air as you settle into your seats. Mark sits beside you, scrolling through the menu, while Jaemin is across from you, lazily stirring his iced americano.

A young waiter, probably around your age, comes over with a shy smile. “Hey, welcome! What can I get for you?”

You glance at Mark, who’s still busy looking at the menu, before turning back to the waiter. “I’ll have a caramel latte, please.”

He nods, then hesitates for a second before speaking again, his voice softer this time. “Good choice. But, um… I feel like someone as sweet as you would probably like it extra caramel-y, right?”

You blink, caught off guard by his tone, but before you can respond, Mark’s head snaps up so fast you think he might get whiplash.

“What?” Mark blurts out, staring at the waiter like he just heard the most unbelievable thing in the world.

Jaemin, snorts and looks between the two of them, already amused.

The waiter, clearly flustered but still trying, nervously chuckles. “Uh, just saying… I can make it extra sweet for you.”

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh at Mark’s face. His eyebrows are raised so high they might disappear into his hairline, and his jaw is slightly open, like he’s struggling to process what’s happening.

You can feel the energy shift immediately. Mark leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, and scoffs under his breath. “Wow.”

You thank the waiter politely, trying not to make it more awkward, but as he walks away, Mark turns to you, his voice dripping with disbelief.

“Are you—did he just—” He gestures toward the waiter, eyes wide. “Did he really just flirt with you right in front of me?”

Jaemin, always one to stir the pot, smirks. “He definitely did. That was bold.”

Mark shakes his head, looking personally offended. “No, because what was that? ‘Someone as sweet as you’? That’s actually insane.” he says, mimicking the younger boy.

You giggle, nudging him playfully. “Aww, are you jealous?”

Mark scoffs again, but the way he grips his cup a little tighter gives him away. “I’m not jealous,” he grumbles. “I’m just… shocked. Like, the audacity to flirt with my girlfriend while I’m literally sitting right here.”

Jaemin, absolutely loving this, leans in. “To be fair, you weren’t paying attention. He saw an opportunity.”

Mark shoots him a glare. “Not helping.”

You, feeling a little playful, decide to tease him further. “Well, maybe he just thought I looked cute today.”

Mark lets out a dry laugh. “Oh, I know you look cute today. But that’s not the point.” He leans in closer, his voice dropping as he stares at you. “You didn’t even shut him down.”

You grin. “What was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry, I only let my boyfriend call me sweet’?”

Mark pauses, eyes narrowing. “Yes?!?.”

Jaemin bursts into laughter, and you can’t help but giggle too. “You’re ridiculous,” you tease, reaching over to squeeze his hand.

Mark huffs, still sulking a little, but when the waiter returns with your drinks, you feel Mark subtly scoot closer, his knee knocking against yours. He doesn’t say anything, but the way he slides an arm over the back of your chair—casual yet very obvious—makes his message crystal clear.

When the waiter places your latte down, he gives you another shy glance. “Hope you like it,” he says softly.

Before you can even respond, Mark beats you to it. “Oh, she will,” he says smoothly, his voice just a little too firm.

The waiter blinks, glances between you two, then quickly nods before scurrying away.

Jaemin, nearly choking on his drink from laughter, claps Mark on the back. “You’re so dramatic.”

Mark ignores him, turning to you with a victorious smirk. “What? I was just making sure my girlfriend enjoys her drink.”

You roll your eyes, laughing as you take a sip. “Mmm, extra sweet. Just how I like it.”

Mark watches you for a second before leaning in, his voice lower now, teasing. “You do know I’m the only one allowed to make things sweet for you, right?”

Your heart flutters, but you play it cool, sipping your latte. “Mmhmm, of course.”

Mark leans even closer. “Good,” he murmurs,

eyes locked on yours. “Just making sure.”

You stand up from your seat, brushing crumbs off your lap as you head toward the counter to grab some napkins. Mark watches you go, still pouting slightly from the waiter’s earlier attempt at flirting with you. Jaemin just smirks, sipping his drink, clearly enjoying how riled up Mark is.

As you wait for the napkins, one of the café employees—a girl this time—approaches you with a sheepish smile.

“Hey, sorry if this is random, but… my coworker over there,” she subtly nods toward the waiter who had taken your order, “thinks you’re really cute. He was too shy to ask himself, so he wanted me to see if you’d be down to give him your number or socials.”

You blink, taken off guard, before letting out a small laugh. “Oh, that’s cute, but I actually have a boyfriend.” You glance back toward your table where Mark is still sulking, completely unaware of the conversation happening right now. “I’m really not interested."

The girl nods, smiling. “Ah, gotcha. No worries! I’ll let him know.”

You grab the napkins and make your way back to the table, still giggling at the absurdity of the situation. As soon as you sit down, Mark glances at you, still brooding.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, voice flat.

You slide the napkins onto the table and lean in, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. “You’re never gonna believe this, but one of the workers just came up to me and asked for my number.”

Mark’s face drops instantly.

Jaemin, who was mid-sip, actually coughs from laughing. “No way. Again?”

You nod, still grinning. “Apparently, the waiter from before was too shy to ask himself, so he got his coworker to do it for him.”

Mark just stares at you, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. He leans back in his chair, running a hand down his face before crossing his arms again, looking even more sulky than before.

Jaemin cackles. “Bro, your girlfriend is a magnet today.”

Mark ignores him, his jaw clenched as he looks at you with an expression that’s half disbelief, half pure frustration. “So let me get this straight… Not only did that guy flirt with you right in front of me, but then he actually sent someone else to try and get your number?”

You bite your lip, stifling another laugh. “I mean… yeah, basically.”

Mark scoffs, shaking his head. “That’s insane. I—I don’t even know what to say right now.”

You reach for his hand, trying to soothe him. “Baby, relax. I told them I have a boyfriend, and I’m not interested. I shut it down immediately.”

Mark doesn’t look convinced. He lets you hold his hand, but he doesn’t squeeze back, still sulking hard. “Yeah, well, it’s not you I’m mad at,” he mutters, glaring toward the counter like the poor waiter just ruined his whole day. “It’s them.”

Jaemin, still thoroughly entertained, grins. “You should go up there and ask him for his number, just to even it out.”

Mark shoots him the most unimpressed look. “Not funny.”

You giggle, leaning closer to Mark, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Come on, don’t be mad. I only want you.”

Mark exhales through his nose, still not looking at you. “Mhm.”

You pout, leaning into him more, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Baby…”

He sighs, shifting in his seat, but still refuses to look at you. “Not talking to you.”

You grin at his childish response and decide to push your luck. You nuzzle against his shoulder, kissing the corner of his jaw this time. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

Mark groans, turning his head away from you, but his ears are visibly red. “I hate you.”

Jaemin snickers. “Lies.”

You giggle, sliding your arms around Mark’s waist now, pressing yourself against him. “You don’t hate me. You love me.”

He exhales sharply but doesn’t pull away. “Whatever.”

Jaemin leans back in his chair, watching the two of you with pure amusement. “This is better than the coffee.”

Mark finally glances at you, his pout still in full force. “I swear if one more person flirts with you today, we’re leaving.”

You smirk, kissing his cheek one last time. “Okay, okay. But for the record, I love when you get all jealous and pouty like this.”

Mark groans again, but this time, when you squeeze his hand, he squeezes back.

As the afternoon winds down, you and the boys finish up your drinks, chatting lazily about random things. The café is quieter now, the warm glow of the setting sun spilling through the windows.

Just as you’re about to get up, the same waiter from earlier approaches with a small, shy smile. He quickly tidies up your table before glancing at you. “You can pay with me at the counter whenever you’re ready,” he says, his tone light but clearly directed at you.

You don’t respond, just nodding slightly while keeping your focus on your phone. Meanwhile, Mark—who has been tense this entire time—grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers, and pulls you up with him. You hold onto his bicep with your free hand, leaning slightly into him as you walk toward the counter together.

The waiter is still smiling at you as you approach, but you don’t return it, pretending to be distracted. Mark, however, doesn’t pretend anything. He tightens his grip on your hand, jaw clenched as he glares at the guy.

“I’ll pay for her,” Mark says flatly before you even have the chance to reach for your wallet. His tone leaves no room for argument.

The waiter hesitates for a second, then nods, punching in the total while Mark pulls out his card. You keep your eyes on your phone, but you can feel Mark’s lingering annoyance in the way he stands so close to you, his presence practically shielding you from the guy’s view.

As the transaction processes, Mark glances down at you, his tone shifting into something softer, more familiar. “You warm enough?” he asks, adjusting his stance so you’re even closer.

You glance up at him, smiling a little. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Mark hums, looking at you for a second before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. It’s casual, instinctive—like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

That’s when the waiter finally puts it together. His eyes widen slightly, realization dawning on his face as he looks between you and Mark. “Oh…” His voice is quiet, awkward. “I—I didn’t realize you two were… together.”

Mark doesn’t even spare him a glance. “Yeah,” he says simply, sliding his card back into his wallet. “We are.”

The waiter swallows, clearly embarrassed now. “Uh—sorry about earlier, man. I didn’t mean to—”

Mark just exhales through his nose, finally looking at him with an unimpressed expression. “It’s fine,” he mutters, though his face says otherwise.

You, still holding onto Mark’s bicep, decide to break the tension before things get more awkward. “Have a nice day,” you say politely, giving a small nod before turning back to Mark. “Let’s go?”

Mark doesn’t hesitate, wrapping an arm protectively around your waist as he guides you toward the exit. Jaemin—who has been silently enjoying the whole thing—follows behind, barely holding back his laughter.

Once you’re outside, Mark lets out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “I swear this was supposed to be a chill coffee date.”

Jaemin finally cracks, laughing. “Chill? Dude, I haven’t seen you this worked up in months.”

You giggle, squeezing Mark’s hand. “At least he apologized?”

Mark huffs, clearly still a little annoyed. “Yeah, after watching me kiss you.” He pauses, then mutters, “Should’ve done it sooner.”

Jaemin whistles. “Next time, just kiss her as soon as we sit down. Establish dominance.”

Mark gives him a deadpan look, but you can’t help but laugh. “Noted,” you tease, leaning into Mark’s side.

Mark sighs, finally shaking off his sulky mood as he tugs you closer. “Whatever. As long as you know you’re mine.”

You smile up at him, squeezing his hand. “Always.”

[beastyeastfreak]

Please Write Beast Headcanons about there reaction to reader getting hit on/flirted with by another cookie!!!! I will pay your child support to the anon you had a kid with!!!

THATS NOT MY KID IM NOT THE FATHER/MOTHER

Cw and tags: possessiveness, implied murder, romantic, GN! Reader, reader is referred to as pretty/beautiful/etc i use these words in a gender neutral way or am trying to, the beasts love to spoil you, mention of cheating, reader does not gaf about the beasts behaviour/encourages it

Written pre silent salt update

Mystic flour

🌾 - You dont leave the ivory pagoda much, if you do she does not linger far. You’re given a reputation pretty quick, your title will proceed you soon. “Her second set of ears” or “one who cannot be spoken too”. You lose a few friends, you get the memo likely before anything romantic happens she doesn’t want anything happening to you or anyone speaking to you. You were her wish, her one desire, her exception. She would be apathetic but not for you, you were her blessing. Someone she had unknowingly yearned for for thousands of years. You were someone she wouldn’t tolerate leaving, witches know what would happen if someone took you from her.

🌾 - Some cookies don’t think very well, Mystic flour know that well, one day the two of you head to a kingdom together to pick some items up. It got boring in the pagoda with little to do, she understood that and often brought you out to find things that would interest you and keep you with her, not that you needed material possession to spend time with her. It was a quiet day there which was the only reason she would let you go, she hated crowds. Your attention had diverted to a different stand, the stand owner watched you as you looked at their wares.

🌾 - “Whats a pretty cookie like you doing in this part of town?” You tense up, not at the flirt but because you knew what she’d do if she heard. “Um.. you really shouldn’t be talking to me like that,” you warned, your stance stiffened and you leaned away from the items. But they persisted in spite of the warning, “what? Scared of me? I don’t bite, unless you..” they’re cut off as the beast joins you. As she enters, all the perishable items on the desk seem to wilt and die. Her presence is strong, it shifts the air. You fluster as she enters the conversation. Making who you belong to crystal clear with her hand placement. One hand on your hip the other on your shoulder, also showing off her sharp nails unintentionally, as she speaks in an almost eerie way.

🌾 - “I found what we are looking for,” she opens her eyes and side glances at the stand owner now in shock. “It was not here,” she says quietly anf you swear you see her sharp fangs poking out. She then turns back, taking your arm and walking away. This is tame for her, this experience is the tamest of the others you endure beforehand. Many cookies have been turned to flour on a dime for speaking to you wrong, you were the one who convinced her to show mercy.

🌾 - When you return she will say nothing of the experience but if you praise her for ‘saving’ you she wont deny you. She’ll definitely keep you closer next time you both go out in public.

Burning Spice

🏜️ - Ive said this in previous headcannons, Burning spice sees any threat towards you as disrespectful towards him. You are apart of his temple, you were the gods lover, you were his. Anyone who so much as looks at you wrong, doesn’t greet you with the same reverence as him is ensured they understand or crumbled. Hell, he’d probably fight another beast or powerful being for you. Feel honoured, try to ignore the potential jamshed, make yourself a walking warning if you’re concerned with someones life.

🏜️ - Burning Spice is confident in his abilities and your loyalty to him. He allows you to go pretty far on your own or accompanied by one of his trusted spice soldiers. If you ever run away, trust that you will be hunted down, thats the second reason he’s so lax with you.

🏜️ - Warnings are as easily regarded as they are taken, you experienced this first hand one time. He decides to spoil you, he takes you on some lavish trip in a far away land. Adorning you in smooth fabrics, eating the sweetest fruits and jellys, napping on the beach in the sun. You head back towards the nearby building with the food at some point while he sunbathes. He’s too sleepy to tell you to ask a servant to fetch it for you.

🏜️ - You head in, another guest seems to be ensnared by you, or rather all the expensive metals, jewels and robes you were bestowed with. You probably looked like royalty, or (ironically enough) someone fresh out of Golden Cheese’s vault. So while you were picking out what you wanted and what you think he’d like at a somewhat leisurely pace the stranger approached. “Ah, what amazing handiwork on your garments, befitting of a beauty such as yourself,” that stranger purrs. You squint then look away, “um, thanks.” You try to seem as extremely disinterested as you were, maybe try to make some part of your attire bearing his symbol more visible.

🏜️ - Your attempts were in vain, even saying “Im from the Spice Kingdom, i live in The Great Destroyers temple in fact,” did not make them go away. They just thought you more interesting, you even warned them. “My husband is with me, he wont like you acting like this.” You say on the way back, to your dismay they follow. “Oh please, dont we all need to have a little away time? Besides you don’t need him, i am the…” followed by a long list of stupid titles you doubted actually impressed anyone. You then get back, where Burning spice was stretching, he locks eyes with you from afar, then the cookie trying to woo you and his face contorts to anger. Then the cookie looks a little nervous.

🏜️ - “Who is that..?” The cookie murmurs, nearly stammering. “My husband, The Great Destroyer?” You roll your eyes, “well go on, you said you could take him so go fight for my love.“ You say, Burning Spice is already walking over, weaponless yet still menacing, you look back at the cookie and they’re running. You catch Burning Spice, stopping him. “Don’t get jam and crumbs on your nice clothes.” You say and let him loose. He comes back later, laughing and all washed off. Whatever happened after that is chalked up to “some cookies just cant keep their eyes off whats mine!” He’ll say while pulling you impossibly close chugging the umpteenth glass of juice.

Eternal Sugar

���� - She was your happiness and you were hers, never would you part with her and always would she be beside you… even if you didn’t realise it. You were made off limits the second her eyes had caught a glimpse of you. When you became hers, she flaunts you, spoils you, adores you and you do the same. Your time is no longer spent working or stressing, you’re mostly at her side or in her lap. You could say you haven’t left her side for weeks and that’d be an understatement. No one in the garden would ever question nor attempt to get in between you too, lest they face the possibility of being entrapped in a jar or a statue.

🌷 - The only catch is you’ll never leave, any time you ask to go with her somewhere or you hear about something interesting going on. She’ll gently guide you elsewhere, “oh, but sweetness, the population there is so unpredictable. You’re like a thin string of sugar floss~, how about we do this instead?” She’d say if you tried to go, she’s good at it too because how can you say no to those eyes?

🌷 - Well, one time you were adamant about leaving, except you wanted her to come with you. There was some festival and you had been raving about it all week. It made you happy, and you wanted her to be happy with you, so she silently left, both of you in disguise, but told no one. It was as great as what you were told and even better with her! Your excitement was infectious and distracted her from wanting to go back to the garden.

🌷 - You separate only for a moment and unfortunately it all goes off the rails. You’re standing waiting for Eternal Sugar to return with drinks listening to the nearby festivities when a cookie comes up to you. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” This cookie grins says referring to the small wings tucked against your back. Appalled, you cringe. “Um…” you barely speak before arms slither around your waist and you’re pulled close. “There you are, my beloved,” Eternal Sugar says. You doubt her eyes ever left you. She was keeping you close in a way you knew you wouldn’t be staying at the festival much longer.

🌷 - “I got our food and.. oh! Who’s your friend?” She says in a way that drips jealousy, leaning her head against yours. One of her massive wings coming behind you, the other cookie is now looking around, giving an excuse about their friends and leaving. She watches them go then kisses your cheek. “I told you this would happen, what if it was someone worse who wanted to take you?~” she’ll tilt your head towards her, “can we go back to the garden? I’m feeling tired..” she’ll lie.

🌷 - You’ll notice that she’ll somehow be more affectionate with you for the time afterwards, don’t expect to leave for a very long time after that encounter.

Shadow Milk

🃏 - You were many things thanks to Shadow Milk, above every title he’s given you and every role he’s put you in, you were his lover. His lover. Though he would never show it, he kept you more protected than you know. You don’t see it but at all times there are puppet strings wound around you, if you’re about to step in a place you shouldn’t be those strings tighten and you walk away, except it feels more like “oh i don’t want to do this actually” and not “why did i just do that?” You don’t question it too thoroughly, you just encounter less issues now and thank the witches.

🃏 - You think you spend a healthy of time away from him, you don’t. In actuality you actually spent most of your time with him indirectly. He gives you many gifts, each one extends his omnipresence, so when you’re wearing something from him he is absolutely listening most of the time. If you ask him he’d tell you “Knowledge is a curse, wouldn’t you rather enjoy a white lie?” A little intimidated, you agree.

🃏 - His eaves dropping came in handy one time. He’d be lounging around mid air reading a book (and rewriting it) while listening to you in the background, a mug floating beside him. You were doing your own thing somewhere in the kingdoms, going through your daily rituals. What really made his ears open was when he heard someone he hadn’t recognised begin to speak to you all friendly. His eyes didn’t avert from the paper but if his ears could prick thats exactly what they’d be doing. “So, you doing anything this weekend? You’re cute,” He spit out his coffee, who did this guy think he was talking to you like that!

🃏 - He perked up, snapped his fingers so he wasn’t wearing his comfortable bed clothes and now in his usual jester attire. He jumped through a portal wasting no time. He watched from afar for a moment, you were clearly disinterested. “Im actually waiting for my partner,” you said. It always made his heart beat when you lied, especially about him! He might as well help you out! (And scare off whoever this was)

🃏 - He floated in, “Oh, my star~!” He sung out coming from around the corner, you whip around clearly happy to see him. He practically throws himself on you, and smothers you in exaggerated kisses, arms wrapped around your neck and one leg up behind him in a cartoonish way before harshly placing his lips against yours in a way that screamed territorial. Your face heats up from embarrassment, he then turns to the other cookie who didn’t seem to believe you but now, unfortunately, did. “Oh sorry, do you mind? I need a minute with my dearest, loveliest most adored actor” he says while holding your chin feigning innocence in his voice. But while you were hiding your face his shifted, he loved dropping the mask, putting on a face as scary as he was. The other got the memo, nervously escaping his wrath.

🃏 - You wont ever determine why he was truly near you, he’ll say that he wanted to see you but you know its a lie. Surprisingly, that cookie lives but at the expense of their reputation. Black sapphire is allowed to go ham with rumours about them, they end up moving towns. You, of course, have to endure lots of teasing from him. “If i knew you were so attractive to other cookies, i would have made you the main character!” He says while poking you.

[dollyfetti]

summary: why doesn't your boyfriend's dad like you?? you're rich, pretty... somewhat nice! and you have amazing fashion sense. whatever, you're not the type to shrink under pressure. and anyway, he’s stuck with you forever.

notes: touya todoroki x spoiled!reader, suggestive, tw: enji todoroki, no quirk au, unedited, reader mentions marriage, she is very bold very diva!

word count: 1.2k

the wind flutters through your open windows, carrying in the scent of salt air and daddy’s money. you grin at the breeze like it’s flirting with you, tugging playfully at your silky pink robe.

"my father doesn't even want you near me let alone on our yacht."

you huff, folding your arms like a spoiled brat. "why not? i'm rich, i'm pretty, i'm.. kind." you hum, fluttering your lashes in faux innocence.

touya smirks, holding up a finger. "doesn't like liars either."

"shut up!" you roll your eyes with a huff. "i'm going." there’s a pout in your tone as you stomp away with the flare of someone used to getting her way.

you ignore his knowing sigh before continuing from inside your barbie dreamhouse closet. "and he'll just haveta suck it up!"

"okay whatever, my brother won't leave you alone though." your boyfriend notes, sitting down at your vanity boredly.

"i don't care!" your voice echoes from somewhere between your shoe wall and color-coded lingerie drawer.

touya grins, lifting some glittery serum bottle to eye level and inspecting it before dropping it back onto the humongous vanity and shamelessly looking through your belongings. skincare, makeup, mess.

"the fuck is too faced?" he squints at the label of a blush cover. "you're not two-faced, you're just a bitch."

you reappear from the walk-in closet, mini skirt in hand as you stare at him with a small grin. "you're one to talk, daddy's boy."

"that doesn't make me a bitch- also ow?" he sasses.

you pad across the pink plush carpet as your lips curl into a grin. "you're my little bitch...!" you coo, blowing him a kiss.

"not cute." he rolls his eyes, unamused.

“very cute,” you correct in singsongy tone, draping the mini skirt over your meticulously made bed before flitting across your extravagantly large room in search of accessories.

“what if i said i don’t want you to come?” he grunts when you pick up some earrings and hold them against your ears, ogling yourself in one of your many mirrors.

“i wouldn’t believe you, duh.”

“right.” he dryly chuckles, fingers tapping against the vanity. “and why is that?”

you twirl a diamond-studded hoop against your ear, admiring the way it sparkles in the afternoon summer sun spilling through your windows. “cuz i'm perfect.”

“you’re insufferable, that’s what.”

the todorokis' yacht gleams smugly as it floats in the private dock’s crystal clear water. your miu miu heels click against the polished deck as you board, phone in hand and already opening the front facing camera.

you hum to yourself, snapping a pouty selfie at the breeze tousling your hair just right.

touya trails behind, dressed in his typical "yeah i've got money but i only hint at it" way. black tee, loose tommy hilfiger shorts, silver chain glinting in the sun.

you flash a sugary smile at a nearby crew member. “can you bring us some champagne? the pink one, not the regular one!”

you stomp toward the upper deck, calling over your shoulder, “i’m going to tan. don’t talk to me unless you’re complimenting my legs or bringing me fruit, kay?”

touya follows with a slow, lazy hum, hands in his pockets. “what happened to being kind, huh?”

“i am kind,” you say, reclining onto one of the cushioned loungers like you were born on it. “i just have standards.”

he leans down to mumble in your ear, probably not even aware of the stir of arousal he brings because if it. “you mean you just like when people worship you.”

your grin is immediate and shameless. “duh. why else do you think i let you stick around?”

“you dragged me here,” he reminds you, recalling the earlier conversation when he told you he didn’t wanna go to his family’s outing.

“and yet,” you coo, tugging him closer by the hem of his shirt, “you’re still standing here. wearing the sunscreen i packed for you cuz i knew you'd forget!”

he sighs, but doesn't pull away. “you’re exhausting.”

“you love me, baby.” you smile, pecking his lips.

“yeah, unfortunately.”

from behind his shades, you catch the way he watches you as you stretch out in your designer bikini, glittering in the sun like a rich little menace. you reach over, snatching his drink without asking.

“my dad’s staring,” touya mutters, going to sit beside you, his hand brushing yours.

“good!” you chirp, sipping from the glass with a pop of your lip gloss. “let him, maybe then he’ll finally realize i don’t care what he thinks.”

there’s a beat of silence between you two as the boat finally begins to move, pulling away from the dock. you tilt your head, watching touya out of the corner of your eye.

“you look pretty in the sunlight,” you say softly.

he smirks, eyes still closed with his head leaned against the chair. “yeah?”

“mhm!” you hum. “almost as good as me.”

he groans, dragging a hand over his face dramatically. “there it is.”

the yacht has only just slipped into deeper water when you start to get annoyed by it. enji's stare. you roll your eyes, clutching the glass of champagne delivered to you with a slight glare at the sound of heavy footsteps coming toward you.

“excuse me,” comes the gravelly, serious voice of enji todoroki. you turn your head with the exaggerated grace of someone expecting paparazzi. he stands in a crisp linen button-down and expensive loafers, looking like a walking tax bracket.

“yes?” you blink sweetly, tipping your sunglasses down your nose.

“you plan to spend the whole afternoon lounging?”

you give him your most dazzling, weaponized grin. “duh! it's a yacht, not a bootcamp.”

“you know, this isn’t your world, little girl.” he says lowly. “you float into things, take space. you don’t understand what it means to actually be needed somewhere.”

the air sharpens like it’s waiting for a very unnecessary fight, but you just hum, smiling to yourself as you pick up a chocolate covered strawberry from a chilled bowl the crew brought over.

you slide your shades up into your hair after taking a bite into the sweet fruit. touya exhales next to you, readjusting his position like he already knows something cheeky is about to leave your mouth.

“mister todoroki, i've tried to get you to like me.” you lick a smudge of chocolate from your thumb as you continue chewing, then sit up straighter, crossing your legs.

"but you're wrong. it is my world." you giggle. "i'm gonna be the first mrs. todoroki of my generation," you say simply, ignoring touya's choking and the widened eyes of enji. "so maybe you should treat me with more respect."

enji doesn’t answer, too ticked off. he just exhales with his eyes closed, like he’s releasing a deep, decades long sigh of regret, and walks off— probably to find a stiff drink and pretend you don’t exist.

you sigh, laying back against your lounge chair like nothing as you slide your shades back down.

"what the hell was that?" touya murmurs, still facing you.

"my announcement."

“baby, you can’t just-”

“you already let me sort your cologne drawer!" you interrupt, tilting your head to him. "i’m already halfway to being your wife.”

touya covers his face with both hands, squeezing his eyes shut. “you are the scariest woman alive.” he mumbles.

you let out a satisfied chirp, taking a sip from your glass with a pop of your lips. “compliment me and maybe i’ll let you kiss me with tongue later.”

“jesus christ.”

꒰ 𑄽𑄺 ⠀you have a new message from dolly!

not proofread, might add more to this later :3

[imaginationlover101]

My Happy Ending

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: I told myself it didn’t matter. That Dean flirting with someone else wasn’t a big deal—not this time. But the truth? It broke something, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to walk away… or if he’d even notice if I did. But something was going to give—either my heart, or the silence between us.

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I was becoming tired of it. Watching Dean flirt with the busty diner waitress was making me sick. Seeing the way she completely folded over the table, the minute Dean mentioned her name made me want to jump over the table and straight for the door. But I knew that was kinda dramatic (but at this point, what did it matter?).

Sam watched me across the table as he sipped on his black coffee. Sam was always observant, maybe a little too much at times. But the way Sam looked at me right now, as if he was trying not to look my way, made the tears I tried so desperately to hide much harder.

Daisy was her name. Ugh, what an eye roll, I swear if she told the story to Dean again about how people called her Daisy because she had a touch as light as a feather, and her mother said she reminded her of a sunny day I'd barf. But who was I kidding? Maybe I was easedropping a little too much, but how could I help it when her agonizing laugh lingered longer with every word.

The two were standing too close to each other for my liking, at least. Dean's arm rested against the counter as he oogled at the apple pie (and probably the open buttons of "Daisys" blouse). I'm surprised my vision was crystal clear at the moment. Seeing as a few days ago, I could barely see a sign across the street.

I pushed my plate away. The eggs I had once enjoyed had now gone cold—like everything else in this heartbreaking diner. Dean was still standing at the counter, grin wide from ear to ear, a smile I thought was only reserved for me. Letting Daisy’s syrupy voice fill his ears, she twirled a piece of her hair and leaned a little too close.

I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore, everything became too much.

"I’m gonna get some air," I muttered, my voice barely audible as I stood from the booth. I smoothed my hands over the navy shirt I had chosen to wear only because Dean said it was his favorite color on me, but who was I kidding? Was that another gimic, too?

Sam looked up from his coffee, brows knitting with concern. "Y/N—"

But I didn't bother to hear the rest. I was already gone.

The door swung closed behind me with the sound of a loving chime I might’ve once found charming. But now all that's left is just another reminder of what I wasn’t—a girl worth staying at the table for.

I leaned against the Impala. It was cool beneath my palms, steady, reliable. Everything Dean wasn't.

For a moment, I just stood there, breathing in the morning summer air like it could wash the ache away. But it stayed, only growing worse as it poked right under my ribs. Leaving a constant reminder of everything that I tried to hide.

I heard footsteps but I couldn't turn around. I almost expected it to be Dean, but it wasn't.

"You okay?" Sam asked, coming to stand beside me. He didn't crowd me. Just stood in front of me, blocking whatever sunlight was facing my way. Sam always stood taller than most, but hell, I could remember a time when we were both the same height. I'd never think there'd come a time when Sam Winchester would be comforting me, but now it seems that anything was possible.

"No," I said finally. "But I will be."

Sam nodded tenderly like he already knew. The sun grew brighter behind him, projecting a summer glow to his appearance. I longed to feel the heat of the sunshine in some way to sorta wake me up from this mess, but right now, everything felt cold.

"You don’t have to keep pretending you’re fine Y/N. You’re allowed to not be okay with the way he looks at other girls. How he treats them when your around."

I let the silence stretch between us. Sam’s words weren’t cruel. They were honest. That’s what made them sting.

"I thought he was different," I said. "With me at least."

Sam’s voice was soft. "Maybe he is. But he’s still Dean. And Dean... he doesn’t always know how to deal with what scares him."

"And I scare him?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. It was pathetic really.

"Yes, of couse you do Y/N," Sam placed a hand across his face in a testing matter, taking a deep breath out. "Because you matter."

Just then, the door opened again, and I turned my head before I could stop myself.

There he was in all his glory, before I knew it my eyes were placed right on his before I could turn away

Dean glanced between Sam and I, frown already forming on his face. Fixing the collar of his jacket Dean starts coming our way. "What’s going on?"

I straightened my back, throwing my hair behind my shoulder. Everything was fine, I was just being dramatic. At least that's what I had to tell myself in order from losing it all. My hands were clenched as I slowly placed them down by my sides. "Nothing. I'm just clearing my head."

Dean’s sighs taking a step closer as he tears his eyes away from Sam and fully onto me now. "Y/N-"

"No," I cut him off. "Don’t do that. Don’t say my name like"

Sam gives me a silent nod before slowly slipping inside, making that stupid chime go off once again. It was just the two of us now.

Dean shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, squinting at the sun made it's way closer. Turning around, he waits until Sam is fully inside the diner to speak. "What the hell is going on with you?"

"Me! You mean besides watching you flirt your way through every woman with a name tag?" I snapped, well I wasnt expecting that to come out. "Or maybe you’re wondering why I’m not just sitting quietly and pretending it doesn’t feel like being gutted every time you look at someone else like they’re the only person in the room."

Dean eyes widen, he looked stunned. Like I’d just hauled off and punched him right in the gut. He was quiet for a moment, a moment too long because after awhile I began to walk away. But before I could make a move Dean lighty grabbed my wrist pulling me right next time him. Right smack in front of him so that his attention wasn't on anything except me.

"Sunshine I wasn’t—"

"Yes, you were-." My voice cracked for a second, and it felt like couldnt breathe. How was I supposed to tell the boy I've known since I was a teenager I was in love with him "-you were. And maybe that’s fine. Maybe that’s who you are. But I can’t keep waiting for you to notice that this is something more. I don't want to be a backup Dean".

He took a step toward me, but I didn’t move. His eyes widen in a way he didnt realize and for a moment I almost wanted to step close, but I never did. "Y/N..I never meant to hurt you," he said quietly.

"But you did," I whispered my eyes teared and I knew I had to look away. "Over and over. And maybe that's the worst part—how easy it is for you to pretend like it doesn't matter."

The wind blew through the parking lot, and Dean still didn’t say a thing. I waited for a response watching for any emotion in those big green eyes I had once loved, but nothing changed.

So I turned. I started walking.

For the first time in 10 years I walked away, and this time Dean didn't follow

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I didn’t get that far. Just down the street, besides I knew that Sam would panic the minute Dean told him I walked away.

For a moment I didn't realize how far I walked. I had pasted the places I was excited to vist as we drove into the town, but now that all seemed like a far fetched idea. The distance between the two of us was good. I needed a moment to reflect on my thought.

I found myself at a cozy Cafe, a totally difrent vibe from the so called "diner" I had ate at moments ago. There was no agonizing bell, or overly flirty waitress at the counter. The Cafe was tiny and charming everything I so desperately seeked in a moment like this.

After ordering myself a latte, I stepped outside finding comfort in the outdoor seating. The hot drink kept me warm as the sun slowly started to set.

I didn’t expect to hear the familiar growl of bootsteps on rocky pavement.

But neverless there they were.

“Y/N—” His voice was rough, not as confident as he normally was. Like if he wasn’t sure if he deserved to say my name or not right now.

I didn’t turn around, just kept my back faced to his body as I sipped on my comfort drink. Sighing I rubbed my eyes (trying to hide myself from the fact that I could cry at any given moment). “You should be inside. Your pie’s probably getting cold.”

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t try to put on a smile.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were... ” he said.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t try very hard to make me feel like I was anything at all.” I finally turned to face him. His eyes—green, full of a thousand apologies he didn’t know how to say—met mine. I didnt know what to think as I looked at those eyes, and the memories they held.

“I flirt,” he said an octive higher. Dean opens his arms in a wide stance like he was confessing a sin to the sky. “I joke, and you know why I do it because I push people away because it’s easier than getting hurt.”

"And what about me?" I asked, leaving my coffee on the wooden table I begin to stand up. "What do I get to be in that equation? The girl who keeps forgiving you while you hand pieces of yourself to strangers?"

“No,” he said quickly. Dean sighs running a hand through his hair as he tilts his head to the sky once again. His eyes meet mine for a moment again before he begins to speak in a only a whisper him and I could hear.. “You’re not just anyone Y/N. You never were.”

I stared at him, waiting—for once—for more than just words. For something real.

Dean stepped closer, slow, deliberate. “You know what, you scare the hell out of me,” he admitted, pointing a finger in my way. “Because when I’m with you, I feel like I’m not just surviving anymore. I feel like... maybe I could have something good. Something real. And I’ve never let myself have that. Not once.”

He paused, breathing hard like the words were heavier than he meant them to be. “But I can’t do this halfway anymore. I won’t.”

My eyes squint, head tilting in confusion as my heart hammered against my ribs, but Dean was still here and he didn't stop.

“I love you.” The words dropped like thunder between us. “I’ve loved you longer than I’ve had the guts to say it. And I’ve messed it up, I know that. But I swear to God, Y/N, you’re the only thing that feels right. The only thing I want.”

I froze.

Not because I didn’t feel the same—but because I’d waited so long to hear those words, I wasn’t sure they were real.

“You... you love me?” I asked, almost breathless. The air was cold and my brain was foggier then before. Dean Winchester loves me? Dean Winchester loves me!

Dean gives a small, lopsided smile—uncertain, but hopeful. Tilting his head down towards mine he faces his eyes against mine. “Yeah. I do. It’s always been you.”

I just stared at him, all the anger and heartbreak dissolving under the weight of his confession. My voice caught in my throat. I wasn’t ready for that—not the way he said it. Not with that soft, wrecked look in his eyes that made it impossible to doubt him.

“I—Dean, I don’t even know what to say,” I whispered.

He chuckled nervously, a cheesy grin forming on his lips. "Kinda hoping you'd say something like... you love me back. Or maybe just kiss me before, you know I pass out from panic".

A slow smile tugged at my lips as I stepped into his space, fingers reaching up to brush the side of his jaw.

“You’re such an idiot,” I said, voice cracking with emotion. “But yeah... I love you too. You absolute mess of a man.”

He exhaled like I’d just brought him back to life. Leaning his head against mine he stared into my eyes. Never in my life did I think I'd be standing with Dean Winchester eye to eye. But there I was.

Slipping my hands around his neck, I kissed Dean—finally— and for once in my life it finally sememed like everything was going my way.

The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate or messy or built on everything we’d been running from. It was slow, deliberate—like he needed to memorize the feel of me, like he didn’t want to mess it up now that I was finally his.

When we pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, breath warm between us.

“God,” he murmured, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

I smiled, fingers still curled into the lapel of his jacket. “Well, for the record, you’re a pretty good kisser for someone who’s been too busy ignoring his feelings.”

He chuckled, the sound low and genuine, and for a second it was music to my ears. “You bring it out of me, sweetheart.”

He tugged me into a hug, arms wrapping around me like he finally realized how easily I could’ve slipped through his fingers—and how he had no intention of letting me go again.

We slowly made our way back at the motel, Sam was sat at the the kitchen table with a grin that said it all. Dean and I walked, coffee and pastries in our hand. We joined Sam at the table eating and drinking in silence, we didn’t talk much. We didn’t need to.

Later on that night Dean tossed me one of his flannels—soft, warm, and cologne that smelled just like him. Sam was asleep on bed next falling asleep mere hours ago. Dean lowers the TV before making his way over to me, and just like that, I was wrapped in him, in the warmth he only ever showed when he let his walls down.

We curled up on the bed together, his arm around my waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. The TV was on, but neither of us was listening. Pressing a kiss to my temple he begins to whisper, “You know, this... this could be our new normal.”

Staring up at him I glint “Are you suggesting snuggling in cheap motels after every hunt??” I teased.

Grinning against my skin, he presses a kiss to my ear. “Exactly that.”

For once, there were no secrets. No half-truths. Just me and Dean. And the soft, steady rhythm of something that felt a hell of a lot like forever.

[jcollinswrites]

Hi author...

Just fun ask, the mission is to find the power crystal right? so imagine a situation where MC need to go undercover and form fake attraction with the enemy (wooing, flirting and dancing), either go to festival or attend their party to dig information about missing crystal, most of the RO probably too famous to attend without raising alarm and spirit couldn't pull this off due to ward or something.

How the RO will react??

Narmer would be seething in the background. He knows it's necessary so he's not going to judge MC for it but come on, why does it have to be MC???? Can't Qenna do it instead????!!!!

Qenna would be keeping a professionally neutral face the whole time. They might give MC some advice, and that advice would always end with stating clear boundaries and NOT being alone with anyone, under any circumstances.

Zaia would keep an eye on the situation from afar, and they would be internally raging the whole time. Once MC comes back, Zaia would be the first to check up on them to make sure they are okay.

Tabiry would be watching, super uncomfortably, probably from a safe distance. "I could do this too," she would keep telling Qenna. "It doesn't have to be MC." And then Qenna would say, "Shut up, you can't act at all."

Ahmose would be pacing, muttering to themselves about how unfair this whole thing is. Qenna would have to stop them several times from sneaking in.

[untangling-my-headphones]

A lot of people aren't vibing with Charles and Crystal's romance and honestly i think it's because it's not necessarily supposed to be a full-fledged, endgame romance.

I think it's written to be a fling.

Charles is a flirt; one of the first things he thinks about when Edwin tells him ghosts can't feel is that he would miss kissing, he says himself it's nice to be seen by someone his own age, he calls Crystal fit, etc. Assumably between cases he has a very small social circle of literally just Edwin so it makes sense that this girl who he gets on with and finds attractive immediately becomes a bit of a crush for him.

Then Crystal picks up on his flirting almost immediately, again they get on, etc. She says if he wasn't dead and she wasn't dealing with the aftermath of her toxic relationship with David he would be a good addition to her body count, i.e. just a fling. She doesn't say they'd date or she could fall for him just that they'd probably hook up.

Their first kiss happens when they're both dealing with some heavy stuff, Charles is angry, continuing to push down his trauma with his father and his past, Crystal is annoyed about not being any closer to getting her memories back whilst trying to deal with the trauma her last relationship caused her. They find comfort in each other in that moment. Crystal says she wants something real and the care they have for each other is real, there's no manipulation, no secrets. It's honest and it's innocent.

The song that plays in that scene is called Young Blood (White Sea Remix) by The Naked and Famous and has lyrics such as 'we're only young and naive still' and 'can't help myself but count the flaws, claw my way out of these walls, one temporary escape' and 'we lie beneath the stars at night, our hands gripping each other tight, you keep my secrets hope to die' - It does align with the idea that they're what each other wants in the moment, a distraction, to be able to pretend everything is normal and ok (keep each others secrets)

Crystal in the next episode, the next morning after their kiss, literally calls Charles a 'cute distraction' and says they should be friends. This time both of their issues and trauma are the reason for them not continuing the relationship. Blatantly, Crystal isn't ready for another relationship so soon after David, she wakes up with a nightmare about him and Charles. They bring up Charles fighting the Night Nurse and Charles says that he thought they were on the same page about it and 'at least that's how it seemed last night' which again leans into the fact they were both looking for comfort. Charles and Crystal kissing had nothing explicitly to do with her supporting his actions fighting the Night Nurse and yet that's how he took it because that's what he was searching for comfort from and acceptance on. Which is most likely why he seems to take the rejection harder than Crystal, seemingly agreeing to be friends more out of respect for her choice than the want to call it quits himself.

Charles tells Edwin later on about the kiss (right after Edwin is complaining about having to cancel plans with Monty) and says though he didn't physically feel it, he did feel it 'up here' and points to his head. The mind is generally not the place you feel love, I feel that's a given. (reminds me of the starfish on the beach that Niko says are in love, Edwin points out starfish have no brain and Niko says love doesn't require logic, meaning: love is not stored in the mind.) Charles and Edwin's conversation veers off to being about there own relationship, with Charles saying he wouldn't want to be dead with anyone else - not even the girl you just kissed? No? Ok.

The way that episode goes (The case of the two dead dragons) Crystal and Charles end up arguing about the very reasons they decided to not continue their relationship. Crystal likens Hunter and Brad to David, and Charles defends them saying not everyone is her demon ex-boyfriend which seems like he's projecting and really defending himself. Then Crystal calls him out on his 'rage problem' and what happened with the Night Nurse. So though they comforted each other the night before, their real feelings for each others issues are surfacing and they're not so on the same page. Of course they get over this and apologise soon enough. Though in the end, it's Edwin Charles opens up to and actually talks to about how he's feeling rather than pushing it aside and looking for a distraction. And after that, Charles gives Crystal genuine comfort not just a distraction by listening to her talk about her nightmares/visions about David. (immediately followed by the scene of Edwin and Monty on the swings in which Edwin suggests they don't see each other anymore, then back tracks, they kiss followed by rejection which definitely has... parallels)

After that, Crystal and Charles are still an obvious source of comfort for one another, they talk to each other about their stresses, they stick close together a lot of the time but there's nothing inherently romantic to their actions aside from the fact we know they have kissed which gives their actions a depth that, for example Edwin and Niko's don't, despite them also being affectionate and spending time together alone.

Then in the last episode as Crystal is attempting to leave for London, her and Charles share another kiss. When she tries to say bye to Charles, he says it feels like a 'good-bye good-bye' rather than a 'see you back in London good-bye' and Crystal doesn't correct him, essentially confirming it was supposed to be a forever goodbye. She instead kisses him. It's a good-bye kiss. A (supposed to be) final kiss. A 'we had a good run' type of kiss. Crystal kisses him because she thinks she'll never see him again. It's similar to the first in which the kiss itself is the beginning and end, and it doesn't mean much past that. It's a kiss as a secret again, like their first kiss. A kiss to fill the space left by things they don't want to talk about. She doesn't want to admit she's planning on leaving for good so she kisses him instead, it's a comfort and it's a distraction. (and its consistent)

When Crystal decides to stay in the end, Charles says it'll be great, then specifies that 'solving cases together' will be great, not anything else that could of implied. Which could either be them just being awkward, or a flip in their dynamic that now Crystal is the one more involved in their relationship and Charles is the one setting boundaries.

Overall I think they have a really interesting dynamic. They are exactly what each other needs in moments and then the opposite in the next, they care about each other so much yet are possibly the people that unearth each others insecurities and traumas the most. They're both looking for a new, different kind of relationship and find it within the other but inherently once the novelty fades they fall more into being friends than anything more. I think like most of the relationships in this show, they're supposed to be complicated, they're supposed to be more of a journey than a destination. They learn and grow from their interactions together and I think that's something really beautiful.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

please i LOVE the dynamic of flirty reader and spencer in little baby lime… could we get some more of them together? maybe with reader flirting with the team and flustered spencer again it made me giggle. also the pregnancy part was truly the cherry on top 😌 LOVE UR WRITING!!

i would’ve included henry but i wanted to keep this around sea2-3 reid.

it’s bring your kids to work day and spencer doesn’t have his kid yet, but any excuse to bring you to work he’ll take. and hotch brought jack with him and he loves to talk with you whenever there’s a silent moment.

“can i be the baby’s friend?” the young boy stood next to you while you sat in spencer’s desk chair. you smiled at the young boy as you kept rubbing soothing circles over your growing bump, “of course, but you’ll be older than them, are you okay with waiting?” watching how jack twisted his torso with his hands behind his back.

“i’ll try. my dad says patience is a very important lesson while growing up.” tilting his head to the side. you could see hints of hotch in the little face.

“it is. we practice patience every day, like i’m being very patient for my baby to arrive. and you’re probably very patience waiting for your birthday so you can have cake and presents.” reaching your hands out to start tickling the boy causing him to squirm and screech a bit too loud for a federal office.

“hey, why are we left out of the fun?” a deep voice entered the area and you stopped your attack to see hotch and spencer smiling at both of you. jack stepped closer to wrap his arms around your left bicep and lean his head to your shoulder, “cause she’s holding my new friend. and she’s pretty.” whispering the last part but with him next to your ear it was crystal clear and you couldn’t help a coo.

spencer nodded, “the prettiest.” and you rolled your eyes in a tease, “oh please, you just say that cause i have your baby.” stretching your legs out.

hotch held out his hand and jerked his head, “come on buddy, let’s leave them alone for now. y/n can see you later.” then jack looked to you quickly, “can we play later?”

“of course, but i’m very delicate right now. we don’t want to hurt your friend.” giving a tiny pat onto his cheek before he rushed to his dad’s side.

“you’re a natural already,” spencer whispered to the crown of your head before leaving a kiss. he then sat on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

you hummed, “and you’re gonna be so sexy being a young hot dilf. gonna need to restrain myself or else they’ll have a sibling quickly.” jumping your brows and smirking.

spencer’s eyes widened while his cheeks and ears flushed red quickly. “she always been this feisty?” derek strode up while sipping on a cup of coffee.

now you crossed your arms over your growing chest, “wouldn’t you like to know, playboy. but that train left the station and is only circling reid island.” derek chuckled lowly, “i’ll take that as a yes.”

[bookiezzz]

can you make pearl x reader th anks best friend ever in the whole wide world 😍😘🥰 -mel

authors’ note: of course pookie bae @lesbroxy this is for you

(Rose Quartz’s) Pearl x Reader

gif for you

— If you’re a gem, you met Pearl while on Homeworld and became a part of the Crystal Gems, eventually traveling to Earth

— so you have known each other for quite some time

— If you’re a human, Steven probably introduced you or set you up 💀

— no it would actually be a little bit cute

— especially if you had both like shown interest in each other before whether it be flirting or just talking or even little glances and smiles at each other

— pearl is so girlfail probably very awkward..

— But I’d imagine she probably tries to show off whenever you’re around to be impressive

— Pearl would probably talk to Garnet or even Steven about you, her “mysterious crush”

— She is under the impression that nobody knows that she likes you

— and nobody has the guts to tell her how painfully obvious it is

— Steven would probably just come up to you one day and say something like “So what’s with you and Pearl?”

— And whether you directly tell him or not he’s going back to pearl with a smile telling her to just ask you out

— So Pearl walks to your door (how does she know where you live. Don’t ask me)

— shaking, asking “Will you go on a date with me?”

— She takes you to the beach, probably just to sit, maybe a picnic and it’s beautiful and nice.

— Pearl takes you back to the beach house after and shows you off to the Crystal Gems.

— like “hahaha lookie 🫵😂😂 look what i have and you dont!!!”

— Maybe not exactly like that but she indirectly shows you off

— either way she is a 10/10 girlfriend WOULD RECOMMEND!!

[gicosmo]

Random OP Character Headcanons

Random hcs I’ve been thinking about for like the past two months lol

Luffy: Play fights will turn dangerous real quick. Out of all of the Strawhats, he’s the one you shouldn’t ever think about play fighting with.

Zoro: So bad with directions he has to hold his hands out in an L shape to see which is left and right.

Franky: Has tried to do his hair to make it look like the word “SUPER”. Ended up hating how much gel he was using tho.

Nami: Her and Ussop have self care days. She goes ALL out every time! Face masks, pedicures, full blown hair care. She’ll make sure they have a relaxing day.

Usopp: When the crew reunited, him and Nami bonded over their hair. Will talk about different styles they want to try out, different hair products, even going as far as teaching themselves different hair styles to practice on one another.

Kaido: We all know he’s an emotional drunk. Has cried in front of Yamato about how he thinks he doesn’t love him. (Yamato didn’t gaf.)

Yamato: He’s only sticking to one hairstyle and that’s his ponytail. He cannot for the life of him bring himself to do anything else with his hair. It’s him and his ponytail against the world!

Lucci: Lowkey loves gossip to the point where he uses Hattori. Hattori knows allll the tea. Watch out for the adorable bird, he’s getting insight for Lucci.

Kaku: Loves giraffes so much to the point where he despises the predators of them. Lowkey disliked Lucci for a bit because of his leopard devil fruit.

Mihawk: Hates being called “Dracule”. Mihawk, his full name, or Hawkeyes, or even Mr. Creepy Swordsman will do just fine. But please do NOT call him Dracule.

Crocodile: Made mini sandcastles out of boredom one time in his office when trying to figure out the budget for Cross Guild. Didn’t try it again because Daz almost walked in on him doing it.

Daz Bonez: Turned his finger into a knife so he could cut fruits for himself. Why go out of your way to grab a knife when you can become the knife?

Buggy: We all know he has beautiful long hair. Downside to that lucious hair is that he’s tender headed, especially if someone else is brushing his hair. Will hold his head, flinch away, probably even start crying. His scalp is very sensitive!

Doflamingo: As manipulative as this man is, he CANNOT flirt. He can’t even do it as a form of manipulation. He’s better off dancing like an actual bird to attract a potential relationship(that won’t work either)

Corazon/Rosinante: Unlike his brother, this man can actually flirt! Is a natural at it actually. Only downside is that he’ll get flustered if someone flirts back and end up falling to the ground. (Also headcanon that he definitely slipped on a random banana peel on the floor. Baby 5 put the banana peel there.)

Perona: She actually attempted to try her negative hollow move on Mihawk once. Didn’t get the chance to because a simple glare from him made her rethink her life choices.

Barto: Most definitely has written cute fanfics about the Strawhats. Probably has drawn fanart too.

Ace: Most definitely held a “loudest fart/burp” challenge on the Moby Dick. Whitebeard won

Sabo: Tried swinging his staff around as a party trick. Ended up wacking himself on the head with it. Never did it again.

Marco: If he lived in the modern world he would most definitely binge watch those paternity court videos. Or Jerry Springer and Maury vids.(This is all thanks to Stussy and Weevil. Bro does NOT think that’s Whitebeard’s biological son.)

Shanks: Can handle getting drunk off his ass. Cannot handle getting high, not even in the slightest.

Law: After he got his tattoo, he admired them and wondered if Cora would be happy about him getting them in his honor.

Kidd: Loves eyeliner, HATES mascara. He cannot stand anything on his lashes. Also has a horrible habit of plucking his lashes a bit.

Killer: Has bought those straws that are made into designs. Most definitely has a straw that looks like glasses.

Hawkins: He likes crystals! One of those astrology people. “What’s your zodiac sign? Oh? Gemini? Damn… You’re gonna die.” (Most definitely yelled at Kid for calling Aquarius “Asparagus”)

[majorlb]

They discuss recruiting a second guitarist, going as far as having tryouts, but no one clicks.

They have to be good enough to keep up with Charles, but also vibe with the rest of the band.

Edwin sits in the back taking notes for everyone as well as writing down contact information and then politely sees everyone out the door as the band discuss when Thomas King saunters into the room.

He immediately rubs Charles the wrong way, especially since the first thing he does is start the flirt outrageously with Edwin. And no matter how much Edwin rebuffs him, he doesn't seem to get the hint.

He's good at guitar, but his personality clashes with eveyone but Niko, who could probably make friends with a rock if she wanted.

Charles doesn't get the chance to say, 'We'll call you', same spiel they've given everyone else so far, before Crystal says:

"Sorry, but I don't think you're the right fit for us."

Causing Niko to look at her curiously and the smile to drop from Thomas's face.

"I'm sorry?"

"Yeah, you're good at playing but the vibes are off"

"The vibes? Are you fucking for real right now?"

Charles has never been happier being Crystals friend than right now.

"Oy, mind the attitude, mate. Crystal is just making sure we're not wasting each other's time, yeah. The vibes are off, and you're not joining. Bye!"

Yeah okay he's kind of rude about it as well, but the cunt flirted with his boyfriend, infront of him, at what is essentially a job interview.

Crystal and Charles grin at each other when King storms out.

"I thought he was good"

"Yes, Niko, but Charles would go to jail for murder if we let him stay"

"That would be bad for the tour...."