#absolutely nobody asked for this but i just thought it would be cute to share some positive stuff about him :’)

[thranduel]

some facts about astarion that i find very cute/meaningful :)

i wanted to share this so more people can learn about him and appreciate who he is deep down, behind the mask he wears. before cazador turned him, he was just like any other person; he had hobbies, passions and emotions. those things are still there, but they’re just hidden amidst all the darkness. he was so young when he first turned that he barely had a chance to enjoy life or figure himself out. so many people miss out on the complexity of his character due to only focusing on his physical appearance or labelling him as a cruel villain, but in order to see that he’s so much more than that and he’s capable of growing as a person, all you need to do is show him a bit of love!

- he loves embroidery and poetry

- he approves when you pet the owlbear cub because most people view it as a monster (the same way people have always viewed him). it’s like he finds comfort in the fact that you can love and care for something that most people are afraid of, and it gives him hope that you may feel the same way about him too

- if you put a flower on his grave, he smiles and says "cute"

- he comes up to you in camp just to thank you and tell you how grateful he is that you allowed him to make his own decision (after you defend him and don't force him to drink the drow's blood) because he is so used to being told what to do and he was forced to use his body for so many years

- in that same scene, he will hold your hand whether you choose to stay in a romance with him or be friends instead, because he loves and appreciates you no matter what, and any sort of relationship with you is so important and meaningful to him

- if you try to romance karlach and astarion at the same time, he tells you to choose karlach over him, even if he loves you and it hurts him to do so, because he can see that karlach loves you too. he says that normally an arrangement would work for him, but after everything karlach has been through and how fragile her heart is already, he doesn’t want to get in the way or see her hurt

- if you try to romance halsin and astarion at the same time, he just wants you to do what makes you happy, even though you can tell it hurts him if you choose halsin. he’s also worried that you’re unhappy because he hasn’t slept with you (he should never have to worry about that ☹️), so he doesn’t want to stop you from enjoying yourself. in this situation and the one with karlach, you can see that there are moments where he puts others before himself and thinks about their feelings more than his own

- if you’re playing as the dark urge and you’re trying to resist it, he is so incredibly comforting and tries to give you strength and encouragement. one of my favourite astarion lines is this: “you’re not alone in this, none of us are.”

some more lines that i love:

“i don’t hate you. because this is not you. but whatever it is, you’ll get through it. and i’ll be here to make sure you do.”

“whatever it is that’s controlling you, we can fight it. i know that better than anyone.”

“this thing won’t have you. it won’t win.”

“easy now, darling. you’ve got this. and i’ve got you.”

- when you try to break up with him because you’re transforming into a mindflayer and you tell him you’re becoming something horrible, he gets so upset that you would even think that way and tells you that you’re wonderful and he doesn’t care about what you look like. then he says he would get more stares walking down a street than you to try and make you feel better

- if you love and care for him and remind him that there is still good out there, he genuinely wants to grow, be a better person and break the cycle of power and terror that started centuries ago

- he approves when you help people that are considered outcasts or "freaks" because he has felt that way too

- he risked his life and got punished for letting a man go instead of luring him back to cazador because it’s implied he cared about him in some way and he couldn't hurt him (not entirely sure about this one, this is just how i interpreted it based on his voice and mannerisms when he was talking about him)

- he approves when you give an orphaned child food (act 3)

- he becomes vulnerable, honest and more gentle with you once you start treating him like a person, because for the first time in his life, he actually feels safe with someone

- he's extremely insecure despite the mask he wears at the beginning of the game and he doesn't believe he is capable of being genuinely loved for who he is as a person. when you get close to him and tell him you care for him and give him a hug, he is taken aback at first, but then he believes you and hugs you back. also, when you're playing as the dark urge, you get this line: "you like him for more than his looks, but he will never believe that." this is proof that astarion is so used to being reduced to his physical appearance after what he was forced to do for so many years, and he thinks that's the only reason why people like him. he struggles with intimacy and forming strong emotional bonds, so that's why it makes your relationship with him even more meaningful when he realises that you truly do love him for who he is, not just for his looks and body

- when the drow you met at moonrise shows up in act 3 and tries to make you drink something, astarion tells you to say no, because the only thing she's offering is pain and he doesn't want to see you hurt

- if you romance him, stop him from doing the ritual and help him defeat cazador, he tells you that you are the only person he's ever truly cared for

- if you defeat cazador without him and tell him you just wanted to protect him, he gets upset at first because you left him behind without telling him and he wanted to take revenge himself, but then he becomes understanding and says “maybe this is what’s best? the kind of power that ritual offered could ruin a person. even me.” this shows how much he’s grown and matured as a person and he’s aware of the consequences of too much power. the scene also ends with him telling you that he’s grateful for something that you did to help him (again).

- he becomes more self-aware, straightforward and honest over time and he doesn’t pretend like he’s perfect. he tells you that you were by his side through all the bloodlust and pain and misery, despite all of his flaws and mistakes. you remained patient with him and trusted him even though it was an objectively stupid thing to do, but he is so grateful for it because you believed he could become a better person (and he did)

- this is sad but he remembers some of the names of the people he had to lure back to cazador and even the memories he shared with them. you can see this during the scene with sebastian, and it’s clear that he actually cared about him (not sure how many situations were like this, but there was definitely more than one)

- if you say “i’m sorry we couldn’t save the other vampire spawn”, he says:

“we could have tried. we could have given them the same chance i had. i was able to go out into the world and make better choices. to go against my nature and become more than a blood-sucking monster. maybe they would have done the same. or maybe not - but did we have the right to take that choice away from them?”

this scene shows how much astarion has grown and how compassionate and empathetic he can be towards others. he understood what it felt like to have his own freedom taken away while cazador made all his decisions for him, so he didn’t want to put the other vampire spawn through that too (especially because he still feels so guilty for luring them there in the first place)

- if you romance him and he stays as a vampire spawn and you choose to help him look for a cure so he can stand in the sun again, this is revealed during the epilogue scene:

“one night, he tells you that these last six months of happy memories are the counterweight to two hundred years of misery.”

he’s finally truly happy and free, and the short time he’s spent with you is already so incredibly powerful and important to him. being with you has positively impacted his life in such a massive way that it makes all those centuries of pain and misery feel so much smaller

- another sweet line from astarion during the epilogue scene after he tells you to go catch up with your other friends and see how they’re doing:

“i’ll be here when you’re ready. i’ll always be here, my love.”

THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND GROWTH 😭🫶🏼 he’s become so kind, loving, respectful, genuine and sincere. i’m so proud of him 🥹

[ptq3000]

bakusquad w/ quiet but caring fem!reader

reader has a portal quirk which allows her to make portals and teleport.

—

> everyone in 1A thought you were a complete bitch since you never sought out to talk to them. you just had a resting bitch face

> one night after training, iida was struggling with making the communal food and he was going abt the whole process sluggishly.

> you noticed, so you walked over and gently took the knife out of his hand and took over. he just stared at you in shock as you quickly but perfectly cooked dinner for 1a that night.

> you found it calming, so you silently decided to cook dinner for the class once a weekish. maybe twice if you were generous.

> everyone is super thankful for the food, but nobody really said anything else to you.

> you were feeling like cooking in the dorm's kitchen today, so you started to make spaghetti. you were making the marinara pasta and alfredo pasta since you didn't know which kind everyone liked. halfway through, denki came up to you.

> "thank you for dinner, y/n. your cooking is always super good," he praised. you nodded in acknowledgement, but didn't say anything.

> denki then asked if he could rest himself on you and you obliged, seeing nothing wrong with it. he wrapped his arms around your waist and his head rested on your shoulder.

> you both stood like that as you continued to cook. mina took notice in the silence without denki and glanced over at the kitchen to see you 2 together

> mina quietly, but super excitedly got most of 1a's attentions. "guys!!! look at denki and y/n..they look so cute," she ranted.

> people started to watch you and denki as you offered him a bite of the pasta and he approved it. you softly smiled at denki and everyone saw how sweet you actually were.

> unwrapping denki's arms from you, you carefully set the table with both pastas in the middle and went over to iida to tell him that dinner was ready.

> to say you were shocked that everyone was already staring at you was an understatement. hell, even bakugo had his gaze on you. you nodded in greeting and quietly announced, "food's ready."

-

> the bakusquad started to include you more, unintentionally. yk? it just kinda happened.

> sero and denki started hanging around you whenever you would be in the kitchen making something. you would 'accidentally' make extra portions just because you knew one of them would ask for a bite (denki would definitely attempt to eat all of it.)

"y/nnn" denki drags out your name as he dramatically lands on your lap. you look at him and he continues. "can i have a bite? it smells so good." you smile as you answer, "of course, there's extra on the stove."

"hey y/n, what's that?" denki looks to see sero pointing at your food. "just something i was craving. i accidentally made extra, so you and denki could have it. it's on the stove still if you want any," you explain with a small smile.

> jirou is 9 times out of 10 awake til 3am. she can never fall fast asleep unless she's absolutely exhausted. most times, to help her fall asleep, you stay in her dorm as she puts movies on to entertain the both of you. she's out like a light when you sleep in her dorm.

> you 2 also share playlists with each other, fight me. jirou loves when she plays a song on her speakers and she finds you bopping your head to the music.

"thanks for coming over. sorry for waking you up, y/n." she softly says, opening her dorm to let you in. you sleepily drag your pillow and blanket into her dorm, settling on the floor.

"it's not really a problem," you yawn out. "i'll put a movie on, just get comfy and go to sleep," you assure her as she looks at you with guilt. you put a movie on and 10 minutes later when you look over to check on jirou, she's quietly snoring away.

> you and mina would go out together, yet whenever you were tired, you would just help her pick outfits. she was definitely your go-to gossip buddy, even though you usually found yourself listening to her as she rants abt this annoying girl at the mall.

"y/n!! i've been looking for you!! where have you been?!?" mina exclaims to you with a loud volume. "sorry, i was jus-" "yeah, yeah, sorry, but we need to talk and walk. emergency girlie," she interrupts.

you 2 walk to her dorm and she throws herself on her bed, using her hands to express herself as she rants. you sit at her desk and hum acknowledgements to show you were still listening and you try to give feedback to her. she normally ends up frustrated, so you teleport to the nearest gas station to buy her favorites.

"thank you so much y/n!!! you're a lifesaver babe." she praises

> you and kirishima, i feel like he would definitely be into taking care of you more than you taking care of him. he loves to be cared for, but he wants to show that he's there for you..so you 2 get together sometimes after school to have small 1 on 1 discussions together. it's normally abt each other's weeks and school work, but sometimes it drifts to the new restaurants in town or potential hangouts together.

"y/n, i need a little bit of help on the homework today. did you finish it?" kirishima asks.

you nod and without a word, walk to his dorm. it's routine with you 2 now. kirishima would ask or offer something and you would wordlessly walk to his dorm. you're not one for words and he gets that.

after you help him, kirishima lays down and you wait to hear what he has to say. "y/n, is there anything on your mind?" you smile and avoid his gaze as you confess. you're easy to get to talk, you just need someone to show interest in you.

> bakugo..he's the type to challenge you after school to spar. you're a decent fighter and you've already told him that you don't want him to hold back.

> so he doesn't and he sees you improving. you find new tricks or moves for your quirk and you never tell bakugo, always insisting to try it out in the moment. you have a small scoreboard in your room for whenever someone wins. bakugo says is super childish and stupid, but whenever he's at your dorm door to tell you something, you see him glance at the scores.

> speaking of being sparring buddies, he's also your gym buddy. sure, he has kirishima, but kirishima doesn't usually go to the gym straight after school, so you find yourself spotting each other.

"come on, woman. one more." bakugo insists, always getting you to fight the pain and work harder.

tears threaten to spill out as exhaustion hugs you close. "i can't, bakugo, my body's tired." you hang onto the pull up bar. "one more and i'll be off your back. come on." he says. his motivation isn't the best, but you oblige and do one final pull up slowly. bakugo helps you down, holding your hips as your body tires out.

—

a/n: wasn't as short as i had intended it to be, but it works. ngl, im actually super proud of this one :DD

[melonn-soda]

Hi i saw ur reqs are open and i adore your writting so much!

i wanted to ask if you could write jealous diluc x sub male reader headcanons? a one shot is good too tho! again i love ur writting!!

❝JEALOUS DILUC w/ M!READER HCs...❞

Order up~!

word count: n/a

warning(s) - he gets possessive

prompt - title is self explanatory

note - giggling and kicking my feet rn ur so sweet🤭 btw u didn’t specify whether or not you wanted it to be nsfw or sfw so i just wrote both for u

fem aligned dni

SFW Headcanons...

i’m gonna use kaeya for this bc i feel like he would do this just to pester his brother

so you’re at the angel’s share, right? diluc’s working the bar and everyone’s chatting each other up

kaeya would be talking to you dropping not so subtle suggestive remarks that you simply just brush off your shoulder

diluc would be glaring so hard at him bc he knows his brother is being an ass

if it was anybody else though…

you are in for a ride

you may take that wording sexually and metaphorically

he would stop everything he’s doing to try and pry the stranger off of you no matter how far he has to go

but since it was kaeya he didn’t really care that much💀

some things he would do would be interrupting your conversation, go up to you and kiss your cheek, arm around your waist, arm around your shoulder, any thing to show he has possession over you

he can’t let his cute boyfriend go and find someone else other than him

“diluc.. why are you acting like this?” you pouted while whispering, looking over your shoulder to gaze at his fiery red eyes, his arm around your waist as his hands squished at the soft flesh.

he didn’t bother to answer, brows furrowed angrily as he watched kaeya walk off with a smirk on his face, feeling proud that he managed to piss off his brother once again.

“diluc.” you called out again, tugging on his jet black coat with fancy gold embroidery. no answer once again, “diluc..!”

his eyes snapped to yours, almost flinching at his death stare. it was definitely directed at you because of the way he dug his nails into you, a yelp sprouting out from your mouth in surprise.

“keep trying this again and i’ll have to take matters into my own hands.” he growled, your face flushing at how deep his voice had gotten.

“yessir..”

NSFW Headcanons [cw: spanking, he gets pretty rough in this]

will drag you to the bedroom by the arm

however diluc ALWAYS asks for consent idc idc

he will edge you for what feels like hours as a punishment, using more toys on you than you have fingers on your hands

either that or he will bend you over his knees and spank you like the little brat you are

when you’ve finally learned your lesson, he’ll make you ride him being all sore and shit

he’s kinda a sadist but that’s just my thoughts ig🤷🏽

and when you can’t do any of that anymore then he’ll just fuck you dumb

multiple rounds

i’m not exaggerating when i say multiple 😭

like about 3-5 depending on how much he wants to claim you for his own

but dw he’s really good at aftercare and stuff like that

expect lots of snuggles and he’ll clean you bc he’s just respectful yk

however at the end of that he’ll say something like, “you belong to me no matter how many times i have to remind you.”

you moaned shamelessly as your insides where being absolutely destroyed by the man on top of you, his hips smacking against yours deliciously. diluc was angry. angry and very jealous.

how dare you go and just act like that man wasn’t just flirting with you? you were his, all his. nobody else’s. even if he had to carve it into your brain you both knew that you could never find someone better than the tavern owner himself.

“ngh! ah- diluc, can’t-!” you sputtered out, clawing at his back with blunt nails. he was going to fuck the thoughts out of you at this pace.

“shut up… you don’t get to make excuses after pulling something like that. you are mine.” his cock pressed repeatedly on your prostate, making you nearly scream as you cried into his shoulder, “i’m the one that can- ahn- you feel this good”

you groaned, feeling yourself getting closer to your release, “mmmngh! yes, i’m yours! don’t want anyone else but you!” you slurred out, tears blurring your vision of him.

im not the biggest diluc liker so i’m sorry if this seems like garbage (also i was just blasting viva happy while writing this)

[partycatty]

dark star!johnny cage > when i met you

johnny wants nothing more than to corrupt the pretty thing you are

warnings: we all know ds!jc is a piece of shit by now, have you read my other fics of him? LOL

notes: @iliketangerines ;)

MORE DS!JC > part 1* / part 2* / part 3* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

[ masterlist ]

• when johnny first laid his eyes on you, he was floored by just how... cute you were! there was a genuine attraction, he called it love at first sight, you called it "he asked me out 40 times until i said yes."

• in a literal sense, you were like a sweet little pet to him, something he wanted to leash and train to behave properly, to know how to be a star just like he was (though, you could never be at his level. he said so himself.)

• he would do absolutely anything for a single glance from you, from wearing his most expensive coat to spending an absolutely ridiculous amount of money at your workplace. with all these riches and no one to share with, he was ready to throw everything at you so you'd smile his way.

• johnny would sit in the corner of where you worked, covering his mouth with his palm and eyeing you down through his obnoxiously lavish sunglasses. you knew his gaze was on you, you always had, and it made you sweat bullets.

• lovebombing. he'd purr about what a good girl you are, how much he adores your every action, how he just wants to whisk you away and keep you for himself. johnny wanted you to fold quickly and easily; he was the cagester, nobody turns him down.

• he did actually love you in the beginning, as he would sit awake at night and fantasize about you sharing his giant bed with him. he wanted to toy with your hair, whisper sweet nothings, surprise you with gifts.

• you'd be the only think on his mind at the late hours in all senses. he wanted to fuck you stupid and then some, make you choke and slap you around until you served him like the toy you were.

• you were ensnared in his trap, the one he placed from the very beginning. you were charmed and it would lead to the worst mental downfall of your entire life.

• but, at the same time, he was so good to you. you lived the good life as tiring as it may be. johnny had no off switch, partying and blowing his money just to show you he could. you weren't going to find a better man than him, so you thought. not that he'd let you run off and choose another, anyway.

[ashtavula]

I don’t know if you’re taking asks or anything and this is my first time ever even asking anything on tumblr BUT ANYWAY

Trey, Azul, Lilia and Leona with a pastry chef/baker reader?

I just think it would be so darn cute-

You're right, it's a super cute concept!

Trey, Azul, Lilia, and Leona with a pastry chef reader

Trey:

- He's firmly convinced that he's found his soulmate. Seriously, Trey thinks you're absolutely perfect! The two of you often end up in the kitchen, coming up with new recipes and enjoying the fruits of your labors. Though, he does end up feeding you by hand more often than not. He just likes taking care of you. At least, that's what he claims.

-He can't wait to introduce you to his family, and show you their business. He's pretty proud of it, and the thought of you making things in his family's bakery makes his heart flutter. He's already dreaming about just how wonderful it would be to work with you, side by side in a kitchen surrounded by his supportive family. The idea of you being a part of his family, of being a Clover? He's struggling to stop himself from putting a ring on your finger right now.

Azul:

-Azul's torn between having you bake things for the lounge, or keeping your sweet treats all to himself. In the end, he'll have you whip up some samples for him to try, and then you can teach the twins later. Please don't comment on the fact that his cheeks turn pink when he's eating your desserts, or that he's always willing to indulge in something you've made, even though he's watching his weight.

-Speaking of his figure, he's more than a little worried about gaining a few pounds from eating what you make. Don't misunderstand, he loves you, but he's afraid that you won't like him as much if he gets "fat". He'll be over the moon if you try to make healthier sweets just for him. Azul also wants to introduce you to his mother. He just knows the two of you will get along. And she'd be over the moon once she learned about your skills in the kitchen.

Lilia:

-Hope you like having company in the kitchen, because Lilia refuses to let you bake alone. He's always sticking his fingers where they don't belong, stealing little tastes of what you're making, and trying to "improve" your recipes. And if you get mad at him, he'll just coo out apologies and kiss you until you forget why you were upset at him to begin with. Honestly though, keep an eye on him. Lilia can and will try to add something "nutritious" to your sweets. And nobody likes petit fours with pureed liver filling.

-Lilia does really enjoy watching you feed Silver, Sebek, and Malleus your treats. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, seeing you take care of his boys. It makes him think that you'd be a wonderful addition to his and Silver's lives. He'll teasingly call you Silver's other parent, and will sigh contentedly when the boy quietly compliments your skills. Please give Silver more of your baking. He needs it, and it just makes Lilia more affectionate with you.

Leona:

-He honestly doesn't care for sugary confections, but he'll take a bite of what you give him. It makes you happy to see him eat it, and he wants to keep you happy. Even if that means swallowing more sugar than he would normally consume. You do notice he prefers it when your baked goods are more savory, or if their sweetness comes from fruit instead of sugar. And it's a pleasant surprise for him when you take his tastes into account. He also doesn't mind if you share what you make with others. Just don't be too generous, yeah? Don't forget, lions can get territorial, especially yours.

-Seeing you feed Cheka makes him feel...odd. On the one hand, he can begrudgingly admit that it's sort of cute to watch you bond with his rambunctious nephew. On the other hand, it makes him think more about the future with you. You wouldn't be allowed to bake for yourself at the palace, but wouldn't his brother insist on you being a part of the royal family? He hates the idea of his family forcing you into a role you don't want. Honestly, thinking about it makes his head hurt. So for now, he'll drape his arms around you while you help Cheka frost a cookie.

[eldaryan]

AHHH OMG THAT STORY FOR “His little kitten” I LOVED IT, I MEAN YOUR SO ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AT WRITING!

PLEASE, PLEASE, CONTINUE IT, IM LITERALLY BEGGING!! 🧎‍♀️😭

Maybe something along the lines of we come home after a stressful day at work and decide to go full on dress up as a cat for RZ Michael. Omg it’d be so cute and if you don’t mind NSFW.

Thxsm!! 😭❤️

}Hi! Yeah, sorry for taking so, SO long with it, but my life got pretty messed up but… I never forgot about it and the other asks. Please, I hope you enjoy it!🌹

•Warning: Smut, agnst, mentions of killing (lightly), +18 (minors dni), finger teasing, a bit of fluff (a bit), female reader, unprotected sex, bread kink.

🤓Under revision📃

His Need

Part 1 • Part 2 (His Possession)

What a day. You loved your job, but some days, it was just so exhaustive. Indecisive people or people who end up not buying anything, others ignorant and difficult to deal with, others who treated you as if you were nobody and didn't understand anything about the business… But at least you were finally home. You could take a long bath in your tub, wear your most comfy pajamas and cuddle with Michael. Oh, Michael. You almost forgot.

— Michael? I’m home!

You yell from the entrance, letting him know of your presence. Normally just opening the door he knew you arrived home, greeting you and standing on the stairs.

— Weird. He’s not here.

You take off your shoes, keeping only your socks on and you start walking around the house looking for Michael, not finding him in the living room or the kitchen. Maybe He is upstairs? With that thought, you made your way to your bedroom, not finding him there either.

— He still out hunting?

A shiver runs down his spine, imagining him killing someone. You had already talked with Michael about his “hobby”, trying to convince him to kill only the people who deserved it, after all, as you saw Chucky say in a movie: there are people who really deserve to die.

After much persuasion, and favors, Michael agreed to your request, just looking for victims who truly deserved the fate of the boogeyman's blade. You shrug your shoulders, forgetting about it now and taking off your clothes, just wanting your bath and relax from this day. Walking towards your bathroom, you turn the faucet, letting the water fall into the tub. With your hand you feel the hot water. Just how you like it.

You enter the tub, letting your body rest and a sigh escape from your lips, feeling the warm water embracing you. Washing your body, you just can think about the last time Michael did share a bath here, when you could convince him to. How his massive body did embrace yours, almost not fitting in the tub. The water escaping with every trust of his hips… He was a possessive man, kinda aggressive, but that’s how he is. Wasn’t his fault. With some research, you’ve found everything about his childhood, his forced treatment… ”Poor child” you thought. And living with him, day by day, you met the man with a boy in his cold heart, that melted little by little with your smile and warmth.

Lost in thoughts, you did remind of that day you arrived home with cat ears. Something different, but wasn’t your intention, you didn’t even knew that Michael would be so obsessed with that. The way he stared at you, marked your skin that night… You could feel goosebumps run through your skin just with the memories, biting your lip when an idea pops into your mind.

You wanted to feel the man that way again, so animalistic. And that’s why you bought something special last week when Michael was out hunting again. After finishing cleaning your skin, you get up, letting the water run, drying the tub while you grab a towel to dry your body and hair. You walk towards your room again and to your wardrobe, opening it and searching deeply on it for something specific, finding the black medium box. Carrying it, you put the box on your bed, opening and revealing the full cat costume you did buy and hide from your partner.

— Ah, yes. Let’s see what Michael thinks about it…

The towel fell on the floor from your body with you starting to wear the costume piece by piece and going to take a look at yourself in front of the mirror beside your bed. It did fit perfectly in your curves and a smile grows in your lips when you realize it. Wasn't everytime you had the courage to wear something like that, but Michael, with the passion he seemed to show you, the want to try and tease for him just growth.

— Now all I have to do is comb my hair and I'll be ready.

•••

The large and tall figure finds it's way to the house, entering and finding the same perfect silence of when he left. But something different did caught his eye. Her shoes and coat were in the entrance, finding out that his partner was finally home. He could feel his cold blood slowly heat at the discovery, lightly tightening his grip on the hilt of his bloody knife, starting to walk again, looking around for you.

No signal of you downstairs so you probably were in your bedroom, reading a book as usual or just taking a nap from your day at work.

He couldn't wait to see her. His obsession. So he immediately makes his way towards the stairs, climbing calmly and silently, even though he's anxious inside. Michael was a patient man, he knew exactly the perfect time to strike even after long days of stalking his potential victim. With his silent footsteps, and long breaths, he finally finds the door to the main bedroom of the house, opening it slowly and running his gaze around the room. The clothes strewn across the floor catch his eye before she finally lifts her masked face to the bed, finally finding you there, lying invitingly and dressed in those clothes. She did it again.

— Oh, Michael! Welcome home.

You say with a smile on your face, crawling across the mattress only to sit on the edge and cross your legs.

— I missed you. Come here!

With your arms outstretched you call out to him, seeing his tall figure somewhat tense and his strong grip on the knife, as if he were holding back while he watched your body in those small pieces of clothing through the dark holes in the mask. Your skin burned from just that. They were so small that almost couldn’t cover that precious parts of you that should be covered, and for him only to see. And here were you two.

— Michael? What’s wrong?

You asked when he just stood there, watching and holding the bloody knife. He seemed to be thinking about something. To do something or just about how to start something. Usually, the heat of the hunt always guides him to grab your body wherever you were and claim you, just to dissipate all those feelings. That heat of being the predator, and you were just another prey. The most valuable prey, his reward.

And then, the figure finally moved, walking to you slowly and without any sign of rush, just analysing your tiny little body, in comparison to his, almost fully undressed for him. There. On that bed.

He finally reached you, starting your heavy breathing escaping from your lips and your breasts going up and down from that angle, analysing the beautiful and submissive look on your face. All his.

His left hand found it's way to your face, slowly caressing his big calloused fingers to your cheek as he continues to go down to your neck. You were so hypnotized by his presence and the figure of his mask that you didn't notice the strong grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled your hair.

— M-Michael..? What? Y-You didn't like the costume?

You asked finally, wanted to know his mysterious thoughts for the first time, feeling your cheeks burn as he watched you before finally approaching his face from your, and slowly to your neck. You could listen to his loud heavy breath perfectly by the close distance now, and how he smelled your skin, making you shiver in pleasure.

He was analyzing you. He was curious about the motive you were dressed like that again. Michael couldn't understand what you wanted, but he hadn't disliked what you did bring to him. Quite the opposite. You were different from everything he has seen in his life. Anything you did amazed him in ways himself did not understand. But Michael knew one thing.

You were his.

You felt your body slammed against the mattress just by his strong grip as the man placed his knife on the edge, letting you there. With his calm movements he approached you again, covering your body with his now and grabbing both your wrists, squeezing them on either side of your body and pinning them there before pressing you down with his weight. Michael went back to burying his face in your neck, smelling the scent of your skin that only made him grunt behind the mask and press it lips there, as if kissing you.

— Oh, I see… You like it.

Michael backed away and tilted his head to the side, making your body pulse as you felt the volume on his pants against you meanwhile you tried to keep the eye contact. You whimpered as he hold both your hands together with his left one, over your head, as the right started to touch your skin.

He slowly slides his fingers between your breasts and around now, teasing you before using them to press your nipple marked on the costume, pulsing when you moaned his name. He knew your body like his own hand, just by watching your reactions all this time.

That's why he just kept going, feeling the curve of your waist and tightening his touch, grabbing your leg to open you more for himself. And the smell, ah, that sweet smell with the vision of your panties wet, showing how much you desired this without the need to say something.

— Y-Yes, I was waiting you…

You said, making him look at you again as you opened more your legs for him to watch you more and better. You loved this side of him. You knew it's was his aspect, how he used to act and know things about you that even you did not know, that always surprised you.

— Your girl needs you.

He has looked at your body one last time before squeezing your waist and slide his fingers to your panties, feeling the sensation of the fabric and the details there against his hand before pulling it. Surprised, you moan with the sensation of the fabric being torn against your sensitive skin, another consequence of the ecstasy.

Michael had that singular power against you. Always making your heart beat faster, curious of what he could do next or just the way he showed his sweet side (with the mysterious gifts he did bring to you), or what he was thinking meanwhile watching you or how your skin seemed to burn with his touches. His heavy breath and muscular body, his strong grip that could break you easily, but just used to keep you there, for him.

His fingers found your pulsing core, touching your sensitive and aroused point that always called his attention, grunting behind the mask as he could listen your sweet moans again, encouraging him to continue exploring your pussy with his big calloused fingers.

— Y-You… You, Michael. Your kitten wants you…

You begged with your panting voice, knowing that he liked when you did beg. And wasting no time, he used both hand to take your panties, seem you relax before grabbing your wrists and tying them together over your head with the fabric, keeping you pinned so he could unzip the jumpsuit. Exposing his muscular, scarred body to you, making you shiver at the very sight. You never got tired of seeing him reveal himself like that.

With his left hand at your waist, he finally took his massive cock in his right hand, showing you how he was for just smelling your perfume and seeing you dressed like that. A pure vision of redemption for him while he could barely contain himself from corrupting you.

His tip teased you as he approached your bodies again, wanting to listen and see your face closer as he slided his member to your wet entrance. And with a single trust, he invaded your warm and wet embrace, grunting as you moaned satisfied. Feeling every inch of him inside of you, filling you, and his pulsating veins.

You had no time to adjust to his size as he grabbed your leg and started moving his hips against you, slowly. You noticed when he closed his eyes by the light of the room, enjoying the sensations of being inside of you, making you tremble in pleasure and scream of surprise. He felt it, looking back at you instantaneously with the feeling, knowing you too damn well.

Michael seemed curious tonight, as the first time you wore something like that. His eyes couldn’t stop to explore your figure with that costume. The fluffy ears, your hair and the costume bra hugging your skin tightly, letting your breasts to jump a little with every single move of his. You looked stunning for him. Delicious. Sweet as you’ve always been.

And he just wanted more and more to consume you entirely.

He focused his slow, but intense, trusts to just feel you clenching around him as your cunt fought to adjust and embrace him as best as your body could so abruptly, feeling his massive member twitching inside of you. As you could hear a hum from him… as he did enjoy to see you like that. Fighting the feelings inside of you that felt so overwhelming with each trust.

His hips snapped against yours with his single force, causing those sweet and surprised moan that slipped so well from your lips. The force of his movements, his cock hitting your walls and giving delicious chills trough your skin. The sound of his hums and low groans behind the mask. Everything that he only gave to you. Things that no one ever heard or felt.

You were his obsession. The only thing that made his feral desires mix on his mind. The need. The hunger. To feel your skin again as his calloused hands tightened while holding you. The smell that only you had. A parfum that embraced his thoughts. His nerves. Your face, and how it seemed to change whenever he was around. Of course he knew. By stalking your house whenever he felt bored by not finding the right prey on his hunts.

You made it all. Alone.

Michael starting to feel more and more conscious about you. The much the touched and felt you, the more the voice inside of him felt louder and louder.

Mine. Consume. Take. More.

His member pulses against your tight and wet walls that felt more slick as his body was against yours. The warmth you felt embracing your body as his arms and hands got lost in your curves, exploring as he used to like to do whenever you were together like this. His left fingers slowly going up to feel the costume’s bra, pushing it more against your skin and sensitive nipple, playing with the sensation of the fabric and your body. Causing you to close your legs around him and vibrate, moaning his name softly. In need.

— Feels… Feels good…

You only wanted to tease the man. See what more reactions you could get from the mysterious and famous killer. And yet, here you was. Again. Submissive to him. In his hands.

The more reactions you gave to him, more his entire body pulses. And more he feels the need to push himself against your little cunt, picking up the speed and force he claimed you. Fucking you as much as his body needed.

His grip tightened against your breast, making you feel the light pleasurable pain in your skin. And inside of you, as well. His massive form that never felt tired, retreating only to quickly force his way back to you, causing more of the wet songs as waves of pleasure run trough you like a river. Your arms shivering.

There. When your legs freely hugs his waist and he starts to slam his force against the right spots and you tight even more around his massive cock. When you feel your brain melting and your moans get louder, you can listen how vocal Michael can get.

Grunts and rough moans escaping from the man above you. When his eyes drift along your body, entirely, with your warmth involving him. When you makes him feel sensitive. And makes him almost furious due it.

It’s when his left hand found your neck with anger, his harsh gaze meeting your lost eyes. Your lips parted with the heavy breathing and mixed with your moans and cries from the violent pleasure of him fucking you. With his animalistic side that always drives him. He needed more. He wanted more.

— M… Michael…

He grunts, huffing behind the latex mask as his body hovered your frame, getting his face close to yours only to listen. To absorve more of you, if that was possible. The warmth of your breasts against his chest, your body moving due his movements, almost making you jump on the mattress.

Your legs felt like jelly as tension and pleasure were mixed, the knot in your belly growing more and more. The feelings overwhelming you and making you loose yourself as tears escaped the corner of your eyes, influencing Michael to only tighten his grip around your neck even more.

You were so close. You felt so close to your high as much as he pushed and forced your tight walls open, as he hates you. And he knew it by how your body did tremble below his, with his mouth watering as a carnivore. In delight to make you feel so lost like this. By using you.

— P-Please… I’m… ‘M so close… I… can’t.

Your voice was a mess as yourself, rocking your hips against his body in a plead. Your breath harder and quick with Michael’s hand not letting go of you, feeling your heartbeats echoing in your ears with force. As you felt hotter. Michael only stared at you, letting go of your hand to slap your hip before holding it in a bruising way, to make you still for him to continue moving the way he wanted.

Quickly he pulled more of your body against his, your hips lifting a bit in the air only to encounter his harsh deep trusts every time he pushed himself. Again. And again. Reaching even deeper inside of you, making your walls clench against his massive rough cock, and vibrate almost desperately. Wanting to milk him.

You felt too weak against this man. You were nothing compared to his strength and stamina. You weren’t even able to think anymore, only surrendered by how well he could handle you. How well he could make you be a mess and loose yourself. Be weak. And that’s how your high exploded, the knot in your belly reaching its limit as a long moan escaped from your throat.

Michael let himself stop moving for those seconds only to feel you melting around him, his gaze locked in your face as it changed so much in pleasure. Your lips forming a “O”, your eyes squeezed shut as your back arched and your body shake. Almost not noticing how he was holding his own breath. You were like an magnet. In so many ways.

Before your body started to relax, Michael started to move again, easing his grip in your neck only to slowly reach your hair, pulling it against his massive hand. His hips moved by its own, guided by his feral need to have his release after so much of feeling you.

You moaned tired and surprised by how light you felt and how rough he still could use you, slowly moving your hands to his arms and feeling his muscles flexing. A loud huff of approval coming from him as you could see Michael closing his eyes. He seemed to be in a internal fight, lost in it and the madness pleasure and hunger he felt with you.

It was when he breath paused and a loud groan echoed from his throat, long enough to make you have goosebumps, biting your lower lip with the feeling as he trusted his hips against you one last time, with a bruising force that made you moan in surprise. Using your nails against his arms.

You felt his hot release almost exploding deep in your cunt, making your legs tremble in pleasure as you almost could feel yourself cumming again with the sensation. Being filled by Michael’s cum more and more, claimed by the infamous killer again.

His body relaxed and pressed against yours, almost laying against you as both catches the breath. Not long passes as Michael’s gets up to stare ate you, still breathless. He stared at you silently before looking up to your messy hair and the cat ears accessory in it. Slowly reaching it with his right hand, feeling the fabric and your hair together.

— So… You… liked it, mm?

A smile grow in your lips, letting your hands caress his arms lightly. You knew Michael almost never did you touch him, but you could abuse in those moments. Even now that he seemed to be analyzing you. Probably still in his high.

Nothing seemed to change the fact that only you affected him the way you did. Don’t mattered how many people he killed or how long he tried to stay away from you, forced by his own desires to stalk you trough your windows and finally enter your house. To meet you. Always with a bigger hunger than before. Because you were his. His need.

Hi! I want to apologize to everyone who did wait for it so long! Thank you for reading and enjoying the other ones I did write, as well! Please, feel free to contact me and I hope to write more in the future! Xoxo!🌹

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cupid’s work. — a jang wonyoung x reader short.

word count: 1.9k

author’s note: trying something new! a lot of the things in my drafts are super long, so i wanted to try my hand at writing a short that is actually short (and very vague) where i’m less strict with spelling and grammar and all that jazz and just try to vibe, ha. anyway, i hope you enjoy this~ if i see that you guys like this enough i might make a cute little continuation too <33

author's note 2.0: YA'LL... tumblr is becoming my worst enemy idk why the order of the paragraphs(?????) is getting jumbled up PLS BEAR WITH IT 😭😭

warnings: none.

sometimes you wondered if you were extremely lucky, or horrifyingly unfortunate.

when your managers had told you and your group that you would be filming a variety show with another girl group, you were overjoyed. you have always wanted to make friends with your colleagues, but have been too shy to do so. jayoon was more fit for that kind of thing; socializing. but you thought that you would finally try to come out of your shell in this variety show by making the first move on whoever the other girls may be, until you were told of them.

“ive.”

you didn’t miss the way chaeyoung and sieun gave you a sideways glance at the mention of the popular group. while jayoon and seeun shared a high five, and yeeun and sumin nodded excitedly, you were sinking into your seat.

“what, (y/n)? not happy with the other group?” your manager asked, noticing the distraught look on your face.

you perked up, “i am!”

“i bet you are.” jayoon teased. you kicked her leg under the table, but she only laughed.

your managers decided that it was better not to know whatever it was that bothered you, and had concluded the meeting right after they dropped the date when the groups will meet up for further discussions about the show. nobody talked for the first few minutes after the meeting ended, but when you saw chaeyoung smiling at you, you knew all of them were going to speak of a certain someone.

“so,” sieun started. you busied yourself with looking at your nails, pretending as if you didn’t know that sieun was talking to you. “i think i speak for everyone when i say that you should shoot your shot during this show.”

“absolutely not,” you replied immediately. “that’s... that will never work out! right, sumin?” it was your futile attempt to pull someone on your side.

much to your dismay, your leader only smiled sheepishly at you, “i agree with sieun. it’s getting a little sad seeing you pine for her from afar.”

“and trust me, we all want to be spared of your awkward greetings and even more awkward small talks in the music show hallways.” seeun added, shaking her head. you scoffed, crossing your arms, but you didn’t find the grit to fight back. it really wasn’t your fault that you get tongue-tied in the presence of the idol of this generation!

“hey, we’ll help you as much as we can. but seriously, have faith in yourself! everything will work out fine! you’ll see in the meeting that we’ll have with them that you two will get along well!” chaeyoung, bless her heart, holds your hand in consolation.

“unless you shit your pants, then i don’t think we’ll be able to help you with that.” jayoon said. you groaned, hiding your face in your hands while chaeyoung scolds jayoon in the background.

seriously, what were you going to do?

~

“i feel like my heart is going to break out of my ribcage and make a run for it.” you paced around the practice room restlessly. it was the day that stayc and ive will have their meeting for the variety show. when the news was announced on the internet, everybody seemed excited for it. what was better than having one girl group in a variety show? two, of course! both fans of the groups were excited for all of the members of be interacting, and your heart warmed at the encouraging comments of you fans, saying that you will finally have your moment to make friends, like you have always said you wanted to do.

“they’ll be here in a sec, girls.” one of the staff said. you heard jayoon and yeeun snickering behind you, but they both patted your back for good luck.

“i’m gonna faint.” you told sieun.

but you weren’t going to lie, it felt like it was the end of the world.

“you’re not gonna faint.”

and then almost immediately, the door swings open and the first face your eyes set on were jang wonyoung’s. she towered above everybody else and in your eyes, she always had that glow around her that made it hard for you to ignore her. and really, it was your big pathetic crush on her that just automatically made you look at her.

chaeyoung, who was genuinely worried that you would pass out, places her arm around your waist and had you bowing towards the other group with her, as well as the rest of your group.

“hi, (y/n)!” rei greeted, grabbing both of your hands and shaking them. you got acquainted with her a long time ago, after bumping into her in a bakery and finding yourselves being completely at peace in each other’s company. ever since that, you’ve been friends, but you hadn’t told her about your infatuation towards her fellow member though.

“hello.” wonyoung greeted you, bowing again. you found your words stuck in your throat, and only bowed back. you avoided looking at her because every time she was around, it was hard to keep yourself together. (which was a shame, because you would’ve seen the slightest look of disappointment on wonyoung’s face when you avoided her eyes.)

once the groups were introduced to each other, the producer of the show, who was a relatively young woman, ushered you all to sit down on the floor with her. you sat in between seeun and rei and about three seats away was wonyoung. you continued to look at everyone else but her.

“oh, (y/n). are you not feeling well today? you look a bit pale.” the producer said.

everyone turns their head towards you, making you flinch. even jayoon seemed genuinely worried. she was afraid that she might have taken her teasing too far and had actually scared you into ignoring your crush. but you frantically shook your head, laughing nervously, “i’m alright!” you told the producer.

seeun puts her hand on your forehead, “you’re not sick, are you?” she asked. 

you gently took her hand and rested your joined hands on your lap, “no, no. i’m fine, really.” you said.

(wonyoung studied you closely. she noticed the way you didn’t know what to do with your hands after seeun lets go of it, the way your eyes darted everywhere, and the way you didn’t look like you were listening at all. she got worried.)

after that, the producer then went on to the details of the show. the groups will be traveling together in popular tourist spots and will occasionally have friendly competition from time to time. the show is mostly about building friendships between idol groups and overall just wholesome content for the groups’ fans. everybody loved it, and you felt genuinely excited about it all.

“speaking of games, there’s no way we can’t not do the lie detector game.” the producer said, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. the lie detector machine was filled with bullshit, as you have come to know, but every time your members get shocked by it, it was always fun.

plus, it was the only time that you got to do the teasing.

“although we might need to protect anyone who might be weak to being poked fun at,” the producer joked. your members nodded, and of course the producer sees the way jayoon and yeeun looked at you while they giggled. “(y/n), you’re not good with jokes?” the producer asked.

you shook your head, playfully glaring at jayoon and yeeun. “it’s just that you don’t really need a lie detector to find out if she’s being truthful or not.” sumin clarified, which really only made things worse on your end.

the producer laughed, “really? should i try it out then? (y/n)-ah, do you have a crush on someone right now?” well, that was a conveniently timed question. your members laughed, so you couldn’t help but laugh with them while your cheeks inhabited a very deep red color.

rei looks at you with wide eyes, “whoa.” she said. you covered your blushing face and leaned into rei, shaking your head. while your members started teasing you about how big of a trouble you were going to be in once you all play the game, you made eye contact with wonyoung, who had a fond smile on her face, and only blushed harder.

you looked away, but you couldn’t hide your shy grin.

(wonyoung’s heartbeat started racing. no way. her own cheeks started flushing pink. oh, good god.)

when the meeting ended, it only felt like there was the start to a great friendship. you hugged rei goodbye and gave yujin and leeseo a warm side hug (those two talked to you a lot during the meeting, always adding onto your ideas and looking at you attentively as you talked).

“goodbye for now.” wonyoung tells you as she approached the door with her members.

“goodbye—” your mouth clamps shut and your heart drops when wonyoung suddenly squeezed your hand before waving and bowing towards your members. once ive was out the door, you stared at your hand with wide eyes.

“holy shit, (y/n).” seeun, who witnessed the whole moment, said.

you nodded and breathlessly you replied, “holy shit.”

“i’m not the only one who saw that, right?” yujin asked, nudging wonyoung with her elbow. wonyoung has been smiling for a while now. “i can’t believe you’re going to get a girlfriend before i do.” the leader said, sighing.

~

ive was a mess in high up entertainment’s parking lot.

“i knew i wasn’t hallucinating when i saw it!” liz exclaimed, bouncing on her feet. they were, of course, talking about the very brief moment you looked at wonyoung when the producer mentioned crushes.

yujin smirked, “how did you know she was talking about (y/n)?”

“what? (y/n) didn’t even say she was crushing on me! also, that would be ridiculous. i’m just me, and she’s (y/n) of stayc.” wonyoung said, forcing herself to laugh.

gaeul stared at her, simply amazed to see the wonyoung looking so infatuated, “you’re in deep, huh?”

wonyoung paused, and once again, she found herself blushing.

yes. terribly so. jang wonyoung has had the biggest crush on you for... wow, she can’t even say exactly when. but she remembered it as clear as yesterday. being friends with rei, it made sense that you would do everything to support her and her group. so, it didn’t surprise wonyoung when you made a surprise visit during an ive comeback show. what did surprise her was how you had apparently worked hard getting the perfect bouquets for each and every member.

wonyoung found herself feeling completely enchanted by you when you handed her a beautiful bouquet. her heart melted at your words that day too.

“i saw these light pink tulips and thought of you. they’re candid, yes, but they’re very beautiful. i felt like they suit you the best — simple, but that factor is what made them so perfect. a-ah! i hope you don’t take that the wrong way! i-i wasn’t trying to insult you, or anything...”

wonyoung spent the next couple of minutes consoling you that time. those tulips were long gone now, but wonyoung never forgot about your words. ever since then, you have been on her mind, as well as her heart.

her holding your hand for a brief moment was only the start of her attempt to finally tell you of her feelings, which she hoped that you shared.

throughout the ride back to the dorms, wonyoung was smiling quietly in her seat, with only the thought of holding your hand a lot more in the future in her mind.

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HCs for Gar on a first date with gn reader? Thank you!! I love DC Titans so much and it’s been so hard finding fics for the show specifically

I love the idea of Gar on a first date omg. Also - if you're looking for more Titans fanfiction based on the show specifically, literally all the fanfiction that I have written for the Titans characters is based on the show. The show is my passion. Especially Gar. So - definitely check out that Masterlist

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What would a first date with Gar Logan be like? (Headcanons)

(Idk if there's any warnings for this? It's pretty much pure fluff. Gar calls the reader 'cute'. Idk. Mentions of shooting games, if that's a warning?)

So, this might be obvious, but I have to say it - Gar would bring you to an arcade for a first date. It's classic, it's cute, it can be romantic as well as being a shitton of fun. It would be his first choice of a date no matter what.

He would love sharing all of his favourite games with you, and he would encourage you to try them no matter what - if you're not very good at games or if you're an expert and you're gonna beat all of his high scores, then he will be right by your side, cheering you on as you play.

He is absolutely not fancy - he would love pizza or burgers and fries as a first date food (of course, his version would be vegan or vegetarian). It would be totally fun and casual to just hang out with him and talk over some casual food and then go back to playing games afterwards.

He would absolutely try to win something out of a claw machine for you. And maybe it's luck or his arcade skills coming into play, but he got you the cute plushy that you wanted on his first try, and he plucks it out of the slot and hands it over to you with a huge smile on his face, telling you that it's a special present for you. (It's something that you treasure closely for the rest of your life.)

(Also, if he couldn't win you something from the claw machine, he would get his arm stuck in the slot reaching up from the bottom trying to get the plushy you wanted.) (Because he genuinely thought it was a good idea.)

Gar is the type of person who spews a lot of nerdy facts - he loves infodumping (it's one of his love languages), and he ends up telling you the lore behind every character in the games, the origin of every arcade cabinet, and general fun facts about every single game you play. You can't help but to soak it up, lovingly listening to everything he says and falling more for him with every single word he speaks.

If you tell him that there's a character or a game that you prefer, then he will double down on speaking lore about them, and he will even find a way to relate them back to you and your life as a compliment. ("Well, that character is super cute, just like you are.")

If there's some type of shooting game or something where you have to use a fake gun and practice your aim, Gar would not use it as an excuse to put moves on you. In fact, he would be surprised when you wrapped your arms around him from behind and put your hands around his as he held the plastic gun - and he would be far too busy with the distraction of the butterflies in his stomach and the heat rising in his face to even pay attention to what you were saying about a cheat to shoot more zombies. (If asked, he wouldn't have said that it was intentional flirting. He would have said that it was a correction of his technique that made his stomach flip.) (Nobody tell him.)

When the night is over, he will insist on walking you home. He wants to make sure you get home safely, and even though he's absolutely not expecting a goodnight kiss - he likes you a lot and he turns into a babbling wreck when you pull him close by the front of his jacket and capture his lips in yours for the first time.

Basically - a first date with him would be something straight out a romcom. Sweet, fun, and absolutely memorable in your relationship.

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[w1ldthoughts]

Miami Meet Cute

Synopsis: Jack finally meets Zoey’s high school sweetheart.

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She knew it was a mistake to check her Instagram DM requests but…here she was. It was nothing new, a few distasteful messages about how she was a nobody and didn’t deserve Jack. Some were compliments about her looks or asking where she got her clothes. And then there was one message telling her to stay away from him. That dm made her feel uneasy for some reason but she had to push down her discomfort, close the app and get back to her computer.

Jack had been in Boston for work and was coming to Miami for a few days before continuing with his various commitments. This was supposed to be a nice little reset before the realities of a long distance relationship made its way back to center stage. He was traveling to France soon and the time difference was something that neither of them were looking forward to so it would be nice to see him in Miami for the week for a bit of normalcy. And things were normal for the first few days but of course, the universe had a few tricks up her sleeve.

“You know what we should do tonight? We should go out. Do something fun.” Jack was standing in the closet in the guest room where he had to keep his clothes because Zoey wasn’t a fan of sharing her closet space. There were just too many clothes in there and it sounded like a real hassle. This was a much better—safer arrangement.

“We should! You look like you already thought of something, so what do you have in mind?” She was apprehensive because he usually wanted to stay in and spend as much time with just the two of them. And now he looked like he was about to beg her for something. “What is it…”

He sighs, standing up to place his hands on her shoulders with a sly smile. “How would you feel if we went to an NBA game tonight? You like basketball, I like basketball…”

“You just wanna see your boyfriend Jayson, you aren’t slick. Not even a little.” She rolls her eyes and pats his cheek. “I do like basketball though. We’re sitting court side?”

“Um…duh? You know your man has connections.”

“Right. I’m in. But I do have one teeny tiny, super small thing to tell you that really isn’t even a big deal if you really think about it and—“

“Spit it out babe.” He tensed up slightly at her nervous babbling.

The woman closes her eyes to collect herself, kind of dreading this moment but also knowing that he was going to find out eventually. “You know my ex that I mentioned when we were in North Carolina?”

“Your high school sweetheart, first man you ever loved, the man you lost your virginity to and the one you thought you were going to marry? Yeah I remember.” He doesn’t even try to hid the annoyance in his tone. “What about him?”

“He…playsforthemiamiheat.” She rushes out.

His piercing blue eyes turn a shade darker and he asks her to repeat herself. “Go slow this time please.”

“My ex plays for the Heat. Caleb Martin? If you know who that is.”

“I’m a basketball fan of course I know who that is. Why didn’t you tell me your ex is Caleb fucking Martin?”

“Because I knew you would make this a thing and it’s really not a thing at all Jack. We haven’t been together in like 5 years and we’ve seen each other plenty of times there’s absolutely nothing there. But if you don’t feel comfortable going then I totally get it.”

He looks at her for a minute and lets out a sigh. It was embarrassing to admit that his confidence did waver a bit at the thought of seeing her ex but he couldn’t help it. The history that they had scared him and had him on edge but he knew that this relationship with Zoey wasn’t just some little fling. And that little fact brought him right back down to Earth. “Nah, we're going to this game. I’m not worried about Caleb.”

“Good,” she gives him a peck on the lips, “let’s go get ready then.”

Zoey walked at a snail’s pace it seemed, holding Jack’s arm like it was her lifeline. Because that’s essentially what it was. The cameras were already set up courtside, some of the crew whispering things that they probably thought was under their breath even though she heard every word. She knew what they were thinking before she heard their words and it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen in her messages recently. Not so subtle microaggressions or confused looks weren’t really new to her but in regards to her relationship, the most cherished thing in her life being on public display? That brought out some insecurities she didn’t even know she had.

A tight hold on her, rubbing smooth circles along the back of her hand brought her out of her quickening downward spiral. “You okay, baby?” His eyes were soft, kind, with a hint of genuine concern and so much love that she almost planted a kiss on him right then and there. She simply nodded and acted like the camera wasn’t panning right to them just as the players began to greet each other at halfcourt right before tip-off.

The Celtics had no problem handling the home team. Jayson walked up to Jack to dap him up as soon as the game was over and she swore she’d never seen him smile so big. They really did have a bromance that she was less than enthused about diving into. They shared little giggles and made plans to see each other next time Jack was in Boston. It was honestly kind of sweet and reminded her of her friendship with Mani. Although it was nice to see Jack in his element, in Louisville surrounded by friends and family. That’s the person she fell in love with, that’s the one she saw a future with. And that was the one who would always feel like home. But on the other hand he was this figure in the music industry who earned people’s trust and built these lasting relationships and had a seat in rooms that normal people didn’t even know existed. It was just a world that felt so unfamiliar but in the midst of it all, there he was, this never wavering pillar of peace and comfort. He really did have the of both worlds and Zoey couldn’t believe she was dating her very own Hannah Montana.

The best part about being out and about in public with a celebrity who doubled as her boyfriend was the fine dining experience and immediate dinner service. Between the tamarind braised short ribs, the crab cakes and the sticky date cake, Zoey forgot all of her troubles and the pressure that she’d been feeling about the potential of seeing her past and her present/hopefully future in the same room. She excused herself and headed off to the ladies room and almost bumped into someone on her way back to her table.

“I’m so sor—Zo?” That was a voice she’d recognize anywhere.

“Caleb, hi!” She cleared her throat, looking over at Jack who was very focused on his phone. “How are you? I know it was a tough game but I’m sure it was nice to be out there. Is your ankle feeling better?”

He gives her a warm smile, shaking his head. “I didn’t know you still kept up with my life.”

“Oh I don’t really but you know you’re my dad’s favorite son. He makes sure to keep me updated.”

The basketball player nods again, running his hand over his face. “It’s good to see you Zo. And um—for what it’s worth, I’m really happy to see you happy. Saw you two at the game and I can tell you two have something special.”

She didn’t know why she expected him to act any different. Caleb had always been on her side, rooting for her and cheering her on. The lump in her throat led her into his arms, wrapping him up in a bone crushing hug. “Thank you, that means the world to me. I can’t wait for you to find your person too. You deserve eternal happiness.” They pull away and Zoey steps back into a solid figure standing behind her. He reaches out a hand and introduces himself and Caleb does the same. Tyler Herro is mentioned a time or two and a couple laughs are shared before they head back to their respective seats in the private section. “It was good to see you Caleb.”

He gives her a nod and another smile before walking away. The couple walks hand in hand a few feet before sitting back down. Jack’s reaction and facial expressions have her on the edge of her seat. But his words have her jaw on the floor.

“I liked him. He was nice.”

“Wait…what? I’m sorry who are you and what have you done with the REAL Jackman.”

Jack rolls his eyes and reaches across the table to grab her hand. “I just—I heard everything he said and it really hit me. There’s no reason to try to compete or prove anything because he’s not the one. I am. And he obviously really cares about you and the more people out there that are looking out for you, the better I feel. So yeah he’s cool people.”

“That is extremely mature of you.”

“Mature is my middle name.” He laughs and she raise her eyebrows, really impressed with how this day has gone.

Two days later she was back at work, with Jack in France when she received a bouquet of flowers at the office. She smiled to herself thanking her lucky stars that she found a man so effortlessly kind and romantic, especially when she saw the note that was attached.

Zoey, I’ve warned you multiple times now to stay away from Jack. Clearly you’re not learning your lesson so I’m letting you know now that I’m serious. Leave him alone or I promise life is about to get a lot harder.

The note was definitely not from Jack and whoever this person was had graduated from petty messages to borderline stalking. She didn’t want to worry him and make this a big deal over a silly little note that sounded like some Pretty Little Liars parody so she threw it away along with the flowers and shoved down the uneasy feeling brewing deep within her bones.

No more taglist🤍

[jell0buss-37]

i really loved the reporter!peter b having a crush on actress!reader!

i was wondering if you could write more about it! :3 maybe peter and reader do end up dating and reader takes him to red carpets with her and theyre overall super SUPER in love with eachother<3333

I'm so happy you liked the concept! At this point I'm loving the different requests and I'm having so much fun branching out on these characters we've created. I hope you enjoy this one!

Part 1, Part 2

Reporter!Peter B x Actress!Reader (pt. 2)

I thought this pic was perfect for this!

When you guys started seeing eachother, he was completely starstruck

Your dinner at that Italian restaurant had went perfectly! More and more he had started to fall for you and your true personality, completely enraptured by you

You thought he was adorable, like a puppy imprinted on their mother, with those adorable eyes so wide and full of wonder

And the way his ears would burn a bright red any time you brushed your hand against his

Once he got comfortable, he was incredibly open and talkative!

It was your turn to be enraptured by him, seeing him in rose colored glasses at a movie the two of you went to see

You couldn't help but watch him instead of the movie, your hand in his, your arms pushed up against eachother as you watched the scary movie you had picked

He was geeking out, occasionally leaning in to whisper different facts and thoughts throughout the film

You kept getting these little butterflies at the sound of his voice

Being in this field of work, it was natural to have these certain trust issues whenever it came to this sort of thing

You hadn't been in a relationship in over 5 years now

You just didn't see the point in putting so much time and emotions into another human being

That is until Peter opened your eyes to what that point is

He was shy to ask you for a third date, suggesting that he cook for you back at his place

(He finally cleared out all of his things. They now sit in a box under his bed)

You happily accepted

You thought his little apartment was so cute! It reminded you of your days as a beginning actress, and filled you with a sense of nostalgia. Of home.

You guys cooked together, a nice chicken Scampi that reminded you of your mother's. You were so excited when he asked you to cook something you loved, and we're having such a great time showing him how to mince the bell peppers

You both sat down for dinner at his kitchen island, a bottle of wine shared between you two over candle light, a bit of Frank Sinatra in the background

Such pleasant conversation shared between you two, soon dying down when you were done eating, just staring into each other's eyes

The kiss you shared was so sweet, both of your heads spinning from the wine and the passion

You pull away suddenly, running to the bathroom, leaving him standing there, confused

"I-Im so sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, it's just that the moment felt right, and you were so pretty, and I- where are your clothes-"

You stood in the doorway of the bathroom, your bra and panties a red matching set

Oh you planned to jump his bones the second he asked you about a third date

It was about a month into your relationship that you decided to make it public, showing up to work to surprise him

Literally in the lion's den of hot gossip

Nobody would stop asking him questions, and he just sits there with the smuggest look on his face

The first time he went to your place, he was absolutely FLABBERGASTED at the amount of Spiderman memorabilia you had

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, explaining he was really more of just a celebrity crush

He TOTALLY didn't visit you as spiderman

You freaked out meeting him, it was so cool

You actually cried

He was shocked because he literally said he'd cry if he met you

Irony

Loves bragging about you 24/7

You find the box of all of his geek things

You thought it was so cute and creepy

Whenever you have to work on a film, you guys call and video chat every day and night if it's far away

Sometimes if it's for a long time, let's just say thank God for video chat ;)

Paparazzi photos and articles on you two are so cute because they're mostly talking about how much happier you look

You did an interview with him for vanity fair, and it was so adorable

You even went on a celebrity gameshow once, playing a couples game

You guys get so much love from your fans

That and those edits of you guys with a sappy song in the background

He even makes a cameo in one of your shows as a guy you flirt with at a restaurant once

And then the red carpet events

See my Shopping with Peter B headcannons for that 👀

Overall, life with him is just so much better, and he still can't believe he could even pull you in the first place

[shelltasticday]

Turtle bros with a short S/O ? Maybe HCs idk I thought it be a funny /cute idea 🦋

Hello anon, thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!

The guys with a short s/o!

▉ ▉ Raphael ▉ ▉ ● Raph, to nobody's surprise is used to being the tallest person around, so you being short is not something he notices at first

● He does find it cute how small you are compared to him, specially when you're hugging or cuddling and you look tiny. You're a bit engulfed in his arms, but it's okay because it makes you feel safe

● Absolutely ready to be called for help reaching stuff or seeing over crowds. He has no trouble picking you up or letting you sit on his shoulders. Would be great for concerts, honestly

● Probably calls you "little angel" or something like that and if you don't like it he'd correct himself like "I mean- big angel", like he does with Mikey

● The most mindful of the four about the height difference, he leans down or sits with you for kisses, etc

▲▲ Leonardo ▲▲ ● Listen, listen, he loves you, but that doesn't mean you're safe from him making jokes about it. Of course he doesn't do it aaaall the time, but one once in a while is to be expected

● Loves to use your head as an arm rest when he's teasing you. He also has tried to pick you up like a cat, much to your dismay

● Gives you lots of nicknames regarding it, "shorty" "shortcake" "smurf". It's not constant because he has plenty of other nicknames for you, but they do come around

● Makes you stand on your tiptoes for pecks, but that's how far his teasing goes. He leans for actual kisses and the like

● He's prideful when you ask him help to reach something, but he does take care of not leaving anything too high for your comfort

▌▌Donatello ▌▌ ● Not too fazed about your height, he doesn't point it out either. Sometimes he does forget to look down when talking to you

● If you have conflict about your height he'd offer to build tech for you, it's not to compensate it's to optimize, or so he says

● Maybe extendable-retractable platforms for your shoes, or maybe a gadget like his spider arms to reach stuff? He'd like to know what you'd find more useful

● He finds it cute when you hug him and he can really notice the height difference. He likes it when you share his big hoodie and your head sticks out right under his own

● I think taking pictures with taller or shorter people is sometimes difficult but I think you can trust his selfies with you to be just right

⬤⬤ Mikey ⬤⬤ ● He's a bit surprised when he notices you're actually shorter than him, but he doesn't really think too much about it

● He really really likes holding you and resting his chin on top of your head. He just feels very close to you and comfy that way

● He's not the tallest person either, but cooperation makes the difference. For reaching really high up stuff you either get on top of his shoulders or he teaches you how to climb safely

● He knows the advantages and struggles, so where he can help you, he does. But you also enjoy getting the best out of it together. Being able to shop in the kid's section? Shielding from the sun by just standing next to the other three? Hell yeah

● You're quite the power team, honestly. Do you know the "what's up, shorties?" vine? That one, that's the vibe

[geekywritings]

“What now?” “You kiss me.”

Sooo, I was actually trying to work on the request with the sarcastic reader, but somehow the story took a life of its own. Buuut, I kinda like the result, so I want to share it with you anyway. I will get to the request once sarcastic muse hits!

So have instead a reader that uses sarcasm, flirtation and wit as a shield, but Cal sees right through it. Let’s just say, reader is having some trouble witht that and cuteness ensues.

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Witty, sarcastic, snarky and flirtatious. Those were the words most would use to describe you and you were fine with it. The quips and dry jokes were your shield. You last defense after being betrayed one time too often.

You could easily joke with people, because that meant you could leave serious topics aside and drown your fear. Your “What are you afraid of? As if these guys can even shoot properly” during battle was the perfect cover for trying to suppress the memory of this type of weapons being aimed at you and your master.

Flirting was another great tactic to keep people emotionally at arm’s length. Because as long as you flirted, nobody asked anything deeper. Your heart was safe as long as everything remained superficial. And for the longest time, that had worked great.

Until you met Cal Kestis.

Despite everything you tried, he was worming his way through your defenses one smile and kind gesture at a time.

He laughed at your sarcastic quips during battle, when you mocked your enemies, but always asked if you were alright afterward.

He accepted the nicknames you were throwing his way, but always gave you that special smile that had your heart skip a beat whenever you did call him by his name.

He got angry when you flirted with some random guy, constantly stepping in and taking over the conversation himself and he always had a comeback for whatever witty comment you offered.

It was frustrating, to say the least.

You had been betrayed by your soldiers. You had been betrayed by the person who had initially offered you shelter and protection. And you had been betrayed by a man you thought had loved you. You were done trusting.

But how could you not trust Cal? How could you not fall in love when he proved every day that he was different?

“Why are you like this?”, you exploded one evening, the frustration breaking through, while you sat over a game of sabacc together in the Mantis. The two glasses of alcohol you’ve had probably weren’t helping.

“Like what?”, Cal asked, visibly taken aback.

“Like… you.”

Your less than clear answer earned you a raised brow.

“I have no clue what you mean.”

A frustrated huff escaped your lips and you leaned back on the couch, the game forgotten for a moment.

“Kind. Understanding. Loyal. Empathetic. Gentle. Funny. Bloody handsome too!”, you enumerated.

“And that’s bad?”

“Yes!”

“How much did you have to drink?”

You gave him a sarcastic look at that. “Clearly not enough.”

Cal leaned back himself, wondering where this was all coming from.

“You are making it so bloody hard, you know?”, you continued. “To not fall in love with you.”

You had tacked on the explanation before he could ask about it and the words had both of you go absolutely still. Only the humming of the engine was heard, as the Mantis rushed through hyperspace.

“You are in love with me?”, the red-haired Jedi was the first to speak hesitantly.

“No… Yes… I...” You sighed. “I didn’t want to fall in love again. I didn’t want to trust again. Why do you think I kept calling you Starboy instead of your name for the first few weeks? I thought you’d just leave anyway.”

“But I didn’t leave.”

“No, somehow you didn’t. And you always laughed at my stupid dry jokes.”

“I didn’t think they were stupid.”

“And you were never put off by my sarcasm somehow.”

“I think it’s actually endearing.”

“And that’s the problem, Cal! You are perfect. For me… and I… I’m not ready to have my heart pulled out, quartered, fried and served in pieces again.”

You were on the brink of something here, Cal sensed it and he chose his next words with care. “And you think I would do that to you?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he stared at you.

Seconds ticked by until you breathed a simple: “No.”

Slowly, Cal shifted closer to you on the couch, but didn’t dare reach out.

“You are special to me, Y/N. I would rather face Vader again than hurt you like you have been hurt before.”

Wait, what? He sounded as if he knew, even though you had never revealed the betrayals that plagued your heart. He seemed to read your expression just right, because he rubbed his neck, almost a little embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Psychometry… I can’t always control it. I saw things… when I cleaned away some of your clothes.”

“When?”

“Shortly after we’ve met.”

You were left stunned. He had always known and he had never treated you with pity or tried to offer support where it wasn’t asked for. He had just been himself around you.

“What now?”, he asked after another silence, unsure where you stood at this point.

“You kiss me, Starboy. That’s what.”

He did. There would be time to continue this strangely deep talk later.

[keijislove]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐲

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: YES | NO

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮(𝒔): 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴...

YAGAMI LIGHT

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I feel like pre-Kira Light would actually be a super sweet and caring boyfriend

If his s/o is shy they can be assured he’s going to leave absolutely no chance to tease them about it

He finds it absolutely adorable how shy they are, and would probably tease them about it even before they got together

If someone, however, made fun of his s/o’s shyness (other than him ofc) man would be ready to throw hands

But of course, he doesn’t, instead choosing to let his mouth curl into a painfully scary smile as he asks them to repeat their jab at his s/o’s shyness, which seems enough for them to stutter out an apology and run away

Though pre-Kira Light would always respect his s/o’s boundaries and never force them into anything, their shyness would awaken a slightly sadistic side to Kira-Light

He enjoyed immensely watching his s/o squirm and struggle to find words even in simple everyday occasions

Often in the bedroom, he’d play dumb and get his s/o to tell him exactly what it was they wanted, their stuttering and blushing being a huge turn on for him

“Tell me where you want me, darling,” he’d coo calmly, “Use that pretty little mouth of yours.”

L LAWLIET

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L has had his fair share of quietness and keeping to himself, so he understands if his s/o might be a little shy around people

He finds it quite cute, actually

Most people thought his s/o was arrogant and stuck up when they refused to speak in public, but L knew better than that.

He knew they just struggled a little and were shy when it came to social interactions

L is known to be extremely curious and experimental in nature, which is why it’s a guilty pleasure of his to rile his s/o up in public

When the investigation of the Kira case was underway, every single time his s/o had a report to announce verbally, L would discreetly place his hands on their waist/ thigh and watch in amusement as they stuttered and stumbled over words

He quite enjoyed watching their face grow red from the contact

Although he can be a little shit at times, L would definitely never force his s/o into anything he knew they were uncomfortable with

That doesn’t mean he won’t tease them about it, though (just a little ;))

MIHAEL KEEHL

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Will probably be a bigger tease than both Light and L put together if that’s possible

Mello thinks his s/o is the most adorable human being ever and it takes everything in him not to ‘aww’ out loud whenever they blush upon being complimented/ spoken to

This may sound odd, but Mello tries keeping them as uninvolved and out of his work as possible

The mafia is a dark place, and the world even more so and he doesn’t want to lose someone as precious as his s/o to this cruel world

Squishes their cheeks whenever they blush. I said it.

“Babe, are you okay? You look like a tomato,” he’d tease, feeling rather proud of himself for being able to make his s/o blush with his words as they’d quietly mumble for him to shut up

God forbid if anyone ever dared to make fun of their shyness in front of him

Mello can be quite terrifying when it’s required, and would most probably kill scare that person into never daring to look at his s/o ever again

MAIL JEEVAS

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Kinky little shit, his s/o’s shyness probably turns him on rather than make him laugh

Would most definitely make them sit on his lap while he played video games, his hand never leaving their thigh, moving up and down it in a teasing manner, it being extremely entertaining to watch them squirm in place

Would be extremely annoying about it and play dumb, wanting to watch his s/o struggle for words as they increasingly grew more flustered

“Is there a problem, baby?” he’d innocently ask, his hand still on his s/o’s thigh, their face extremely red and hot, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Would probably be extremely possessive of his shy s/o

Nobody can make fun of their shyness but him

Nobody can make them blush but him

His s/o better be prepared not to be able to walk for a week if they’d grown flustered at a compliment someone other than him gave them

Matt also loves to leave a T O N of hickies on his s/o’s neck/thighs/etc, watching in amusement as they freaked out and tried covering them up, disappearing behind their clothes so only their red forehead was visible

Would definitely smirk proudly at the little limp in his s/o’s walk and their horror when someone pointed it out

NATE RIVER

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His s/o’s shyness was one of the many reasons Near ever got interested in them in the first place

He would genuinely wonder how someone could get so easily flustered and could shy away from human interaction so frequently

To him, his s/o would be a big mystery – one he was determined to solve

After getting together with his s/o, Near would probably be quick to figure out the cause of their shyness and would patiently listen whenever they ranted to him about it being quite a problem that sometimes hindered their daily activities

Near would actually be quite flattered that he was the one his s/o had chosen to let go of their shyness in front of

Would quite literally freak out anyone who made fun of his s/o’s shyness by simply staring at them with bulging eyes until they left

MATSUDA TOUTA

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Matsu can be quite shy and awkward in public himself, so when he found another person sharing these feelings, he was delighted

He’s such a kind soul, honestly

Would never make fun of his s/o’s shyness, just a little playful teasing here and there which he was sure his s/o wouldn’t mind

Like Near, he would be proud that he was the one his s/o had chosen out of a large array of options and would not hesitate to show them off in front of his comrades

Would constantly shower his s/o with affection knowing they themselves were too shy to initiate it

Aizawa would probably have to yell at him to stop distracting the others during a meeting when he was busy peppering kisses along his s/o’s jaw

“But they need love too!”

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Hi!!! I saw in your description that requests were open and I was wondering if it would be possible to request some headcanons or something of Kol with an autistic reader (if not really anything fluffy with Kol would be awesome!) Your fics are always amazing and have honestly become a part of my happy and cozy routine (along with a nice cup of hot chocolate and some cookies!) Thank you so much for being such an amazing author and for sharing your writing with us, this fandom is super lucky to have you!

Forever On My Mind

Kol Mikaelson x autistic!reader headcanons || Here lies my Masterlist

A/N: Okay, Annon? Whoever you are, I want you to know that you are the sweetest little bean alive and I adore you. What am I even supposed to do when I get an ask like this? Not cry from sheer overwhelming feels? I don't think so! I adore you, keep being your amazing self and I hope this makes you happy.

First of all, can I just say couple goals?

Seriously, you two are the epitome of love and understanding in a relationship.

You first saw Kol in a coffee shop where you confused him by purchasing hot chocolate. You noticed him but you were way too shy to actually start a conversation. (I mean, come on. The dude is so pretty. How are the rest of us even supposed to approach?)

So, it was a little odd when you started seeing him every day. 

He would always sit in the corner opposite to your spot. Sometimes you would catch him watching you and you were a little creeped out by that at first but then he smiled and waved and that put you at ease a little bit. Besides, he never followed you so it was fine. 

One day, though you were still too shy to actually talk to the guy, you walked right up to him and wordlessly held out a handful of bunny-shaped marshmallows. See, the boy never had any marshmallows in his drink and you thought that was a shame. You always brought some with you so you figured it would be nice to share. 

That was the moment Kol fell for you. 

In his eyes, you are the most adorable human being on the planet. 

All your quirks and habits never annoy him and he's always there to help you with anything you may need. 

He always makes sure you take your medication. Always. 

Cuddles? YES. 

If touch is kinda a big thing for you then even though he'll probably deny just how much he loves it at first, Kol is 100% living for your hugs.

Also, he trusts your judgment which is HUGE for him. Whether it's what movie you should watch or what is or is not a good idea, Kol actually trusts that you know what you're talking about because you're usually right.

You may have two left feet, but he loves dancing with you. Dancing has never been your strength, but Kol always makes you feel like you're walking on air. He makes you feel pretty and graceful.

Like this guy is seriously so soft.

People often get annoyed with you, but not him.

"Do you maybe want to watch a movie? It's okay if you're busy. I can go, it's no problem."

"Darling, I am one thousand years old and immortal. You are physically incapable of wasting my time. A movie sounds brilliant. I'll grab some popcorn. What do you want to watch?"

When you stim, Kol finds it absolutely adorable. Most of the time, when he sees you wringing your hands or jumping in place, he has to resist the urge to rush over to you and kiss you senseless. Seriously, it's so bloody cute! What's he supposed to do??

Hyperfixations may come and go, but Kol is always more than happy to join along for the ride. Anything that catches your interest is sure to be fun. 

He understands that you have a schedule and even though he is the most spontaneous person probably ever, he always does his best to ensure your days remain somewhat consistent. If that's not possible, then rest assured he'll notify you of any changes. Consider yourself lucky because nobody else will ever get a warning from him.

Kol delights in anyone who can make him feel just a little bit stupid. So your ability to pick up on patterns no one else seems to notice never fails to blow him away. He's fascinated by your lateral form of thinking. 

You catch things no one else does and he's more than grateful for your thorough approach to just about everything. Whereas he would probably just rush in, you're there to point out that: "No sweetheart, that's a trap."

Sometimes you repeat things, usually random facts, when nervous or excited but he never gets upset over it. Kol will tell you if you've already said something but he's never demeaning about it. Honestly, he's kind of amazed you can fit so much knowledge in your pretty little head when all those facts do not pertain to one another in the slightest. 

Now, it does take him a while to get over his passive-aggressive attitude because… well he's Kol.

When he talks, you're often left trying to figure out whether or not he was being rude. It's common for you to overthink his words.

He's always quick to reassure you though.

"Hey, with what you said earlier, did you mean-"

"Nope. Still love you."

Yeah, "I love you" gets passed around a lot. Not vocally, however. Usually, it's three taps. A little signal for when you forget to say it. Three taps on his arm to remind him that you care. He always returns the gesture. Even in his sleep.

Even though both of you often forget to actually say it out loud, those three simple words are pretty evident in everything you do.

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[heyhihellosworld]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Mason Mount x reader + Kepa Arrizabalaga x reader

Word count: 3,2k

Summary: You are Mason's best friend but also Mason's secret love

Warning: Angst, fluff

Notes: This gif is so big but I love it so needed it anyway. Something about Mason's hat and Kepa's coat, all I can think of is a flasher but they look cute

Pt 2

"I'm telling you Mason it's hopeless" you sighed, slumping back into his comfy big sofa as he chuckled at your dramatics. "It's not hopeless" he comforted smiling as he poured up a refill of the wine you were sharing.

It was Sunday which in your life meant Mason-movie night. It was the first time in forever you had actually met up because of his ridiculously filled match schedule and that meant you had a lot more than usual to fill him in on about your love-life. Or what seemed to be the lack of love-life. "It feels like it" you sulked, immediately sipping the now filled glass.

Mason had been your friend since childhood. What had started as a kindergarten rivalry had turned into friendship after he had moved into the house next to yours. Since the day he had apologized for taking your snack you had been best friends, even now fifteen years later he was your biggest comfort.

"Tell me again what happened" he giggled, already knowing it but loving the way you got agitated just thinking about it.

"Oh shut up" you snarled, giving him a murderer look over the edge of your glass. "What, it was so fun" he blinked innocently, a sly smile creeping over his face.

"It's not fun, It's my life!" you pouted making him laugh again. His laugh made you smile, the bubbly sound that came out from his lips was infectious.

"You will find someone" Mason assured, eyes searching the floor as he uttered the comforting words.

Best friends since childhood, that was what everybody knew, that was what you thought and what he should be all about but Mason would never see you as only a friend. He had stopped seeing you as only a friend when you were twelve. You had been on his game he had lost fairly but bitterly and you had been there with your small lopsided smile you always wore when you wanted to cheer him up. You had hugged him and kissed his cheek and suddenly he wasn't that beaten up over the loss anymore.

Now you were 23 and 24 years old and his feelings never changed but neither had yours and he was sure they never would, for either of you.

He accepted it though, understanding that this was how it was gonna be and it was fine.

"What about you?" you asked suddenly, pursing your lips jokingly as he adjusted uncomfortably in the chair. Your question took him by surprise and it made him nervous.

"What?" you hummed, tilting your head to the side whilst he chewed on his bottom lip.

"Whaaat, we always talk about me and I want to know what's going on with you" you smiled, leaning forward like he would tell you a secret but he only leaned back in his seat, making more space.

"It's nothing" Mason quickly said, licking his lips in stress

"What do you mean nothing, it's always nothing" you whined making him let out a shaky laugh. "Because it is nothing" he repeated in a mumble "Nobody you see? Like? Fuck?" you were pushing him but something had to be happening in his life. Since his recent girlfriend you had heard nothing, absolutely nothing and you were sure he had more to tell.

"Nothing serious" he shook his head making you sigh dramatically, eyes rolling at his unwillingness to share

"You are a boring footballer" you sighed accusingly "Even Ben has more to tell me about his girls"

At that Mason laughed for real, shaking his head "well I'm sorry for not having met someone I want to marry" he dramatized his lips turning into a smile, the awkwardness disappearing as quick as it had came.

"Yeah yeah" you waved off sitting back in the couch with a huff

"Anyway" Mason chuckled, seeking to change the subject quickly. "Are you coming to the game on Sunday?"

You nodded smiling at him "of course I am! Wouldn't miss it"

Mason smiled warmly making his dimples show, he looked so cute when he smiled like that. "You want to follow us to Ben's afterwards? Finally meeting everyone like you have nagged me on forever?" You squealed in happiness, lounging over him in a big hug whilst he laughed at your excitement "yes yes yes please yes"

Mason chuckled as you went back to your seat, pursing his lips as he nodded "thought so"

For as long as you had known Mason he had been reluctant to let you meet his friends. You understood his reasons but you still wanted to meet them. You were a football fan but you were also curious about his friends, having heard all about them. Ben was the only one you knew, Kai and Timo you had seen briefly outside of the stadium once when Timo still played for Chelsea.

"Ah it's gonna be so great" you repeated multiple times, clapping your hands together.

"If you don't get your act together i'm gonna drive you home" Mason halfheartedly threatened making you snort on the passenger seat. "Sure you would"

"I will if you are not cool and this far you are anything but cool" he stated, trying to sound serious but it was hard when he found you amusing. "I'm just so excited" you giggled making him smile at you but he quickly tried to get his serious look back.

"Don't embarrass me" he murmured, you looked at him with side-eyes before laughing out loud at his tries to sound serious.

"I would never" you waved off with a smile, knowing you always did in some way because it was just that fun to tease him with it. He was a very fun person to be around but also so easy to make flustered and embarrassed.

Mason parked the car up outside a big house, your eyes widening at the expensive look of it "I mean your house is big but wow"

Mason laughed at you, jumping out of the car and leading you up to the front door like it was his own.

He turned around before opening the door. His smirk showing that he could see your nervousness. "You became very quiet suddenly" he remarked, smiling as your eyes rolled. "Just go in" you muttered, pushing him to take the last step to the door.

-

Mason's friends were nice, you loved them from the first second. Everyone making you feel comfortable as the nerves quickly faded out. They had asked you all the basics before asking you to play fifa with them which you had done for two games until you gave up. Opting to sit the next match out as you sucked to say it out loud.

"Not playing anymore?"

You turned your head to see who was speaking as he sat down next to you in one of the smaller sofas in Ben's living room. The others sitting cramped together in the bigger one right in front of the tv, all on the edge of the seat as they shouted commands at each other.

"No, didn't feel like it" you smiled at Kepa who had his eyes stuck on his teammates.

You liked Kepa, he had been one of the quieter ones but he didn't fail to make an impression on you regardless. He didn't need to speak or be loud to make himself shown.

"Why not? You were so good" he smiled, hiding the sarcasm well even if you knew it was there. "Yeah sure" you chuckled gazing at his soft smile.

"Maybe there are some room for improvement" he stated with a soft nod, pouting his lips as he did so.

"What a nice way to word it" you smiled, getting comfy in the couch.

"So, Mason have told us a lot about you" Kepa admitted, letting a small grin play on his lips as he spoke "But what do you do?"

"I'm studying" you hummed out, smiling as you watched Mason's fist pump the air after winning the round.

"Ah, right that's probably what most people do huh?"

You turned your face to his with a chuckle "Most and most, but in my age when you don't have talent in sports or anything like it then yeah"

"What do you study?" he asked further "Engineering, I'm on my last year"

"Wow" he breathed impressed, a proud smile painting your face. Kepa was easy to talk to, it wasn't necessary to have conversation flowing all the time because it was comfortable.

"Have you known Mason for long?"

You nodded warily, looking at the said name as he focused on the game, his tongue poking out from his lips in concentration. "Yeah, since kindergarten"

He nodded, fixing his seat on the sofa, splaying his arms over the back of the couch.

"Wow, how do you do it?" he joked making you laugh even if the joke was bad.

"I heard you were a basque" you now voiced, happy as he nodded at you in confirmation

"Did Mason say that?" You chuckled nervously "Nah I, I may have googled you" you admitted with a hint of embarrassment.

Kepa laughed out loud, the sound sweet in your ears. It was infectious, the sound making you smile"

"Well may I ask why?" "No" you deadpanned, grimacing at his raised eyebrows

"No?" he repeated with a teasing smirk "Why is that?"

You dropped your head with a smile "Well fine, I had a little crush on you after you joined Chelsea, just a lil celeb crush"

Kepa's grin told you everything you needed to know and it almost felt lika a relief when Mason came in your face, smiling as he announced he had won again and it was time to order food.

The rest of the night was great, it was all fun and jokes. You talked to all of them but Kepa always seemed to linger around, he had your attention all the time even when he wasn't talking to you.

He kept your company as the others played more fifa and sat next to you. Before you parted ways he subtly slipped you his number, mumbling that he wanted to take you out before Mason guided you out of the house.

You didn't dare speak to him about it whilst he was behind the wheel but you had to do it. That you wanted to go out with Kepa was no question but you also had to talk to Mason about it maturely. As the grown up you after all were.

You let him settle in the couch before you approached him, filling him in on what Kepa had asked you.

You looked at him with a defeated look, his lips in a small pout and eyes hooded "Seriously? He is taking you out?" he mumbled lowly

Your eyes rolled at his childish look, clicking your tongue in annoyance "Yes, seriously" you argued but it didn't have any affect on Mason who huffed stubbornly

"No"

"Yes"

"But-" "No Mason, he is nice and hot and I really want to go and you said it yourself, I will find someone, maybe he is my someone" you nodded at yourself like you had done a good job trying to convince him.

"He is still my teammate and he is still Kepa!" he grunted, waving you off like a fly.

"When did you even talk to him?" he muttered. He looked really irritated, sounded so as well. His body stiff and voice gruffy.

You shrugged, "The whole evening?"

"I don't like it" he commented lowly, his eyes seeking the floor for something. "I'm sorry Mase" you sighed, getting soft at seeing him looking defeated like this. "But I can't turn him down now, despite it's only one date, nothing is bound to happen"

He nodded at your words, noting it was fine but he didn't look fine

The date exceeded your expectations. In contrast to how he had been at Ben's. Not because he had been laid back or quite there but let's face it, he hadn't been like most of the others. More politely laid, taking in the room and chatting easily but you had liked him from the first second. He had your attention the whole night and when he asked you if you would be up for going out with him you couldn't even debate the yes.

Now, alone he had been even nicer, even hotter and even more likable. He had done it easily but nicely and it had been a lot of fun. He had dropped you off at Mason's where you now found yourself sitting on your best friend's couch, telling him all about it.

"I like him" you smiled, your eyes bright and glimmering as you spoke to your best friend. "He is so cute and nice, not to mention hot" you groaned as you stretched your body "he is the first guy I've had a good time with without getting drunk in ages, he could speak, hold an conversation and he was fun" you rambled smiling lazily. Your eyes quickly moving over Mason who sat on the couch, a small smile on his face.

"That's nice" he forced out, grateful for how you were too caught up in your little happy bubble to notice his more gloomy state.

He cursed himself for asking you to meet the squad and for introducing you to Kepa. But he cursed Kepa too, cursing him for asking you on a date and cursing himself even more for telling him to go for it when asked if he felt okay with it.

It was like a big knot in his stomach. And not only was it there it also gnawed on his insides, feeling like it would eat him up from the inside. He didn't say anything, just smiled as you continued the evening ranting about his teammate.

This was only the beginning, he could feel it and regardless of how much he wanted to tell you you couldn't be with Kepa in any way he didn't, he couldn't and after all he wanted you to be happy. Regardless of how big the knot in his stomach was you truly did look happy.

It was only a few days after your date when you met up with Kepa again. It went slowly but steadily and soon you saw him more often than not. He stopped by at your place after training or you followed him home after a game. You loved spending time with him, slowly building a relationship you cherished a lot.

But there was one problem. The more time you spent with Kepa the less time you spent with Mason. It wasn't all on you, you had put down effort but Mason seemed to put effort down in avoiding you.

At first it had been sneakily, almost unnoticeable. The excuses had been good, could be true but as time went on it was more and more obvious that he didn't want to see you but you couldn't understand why.

-

"He hasn't said anything to you?" you asked yet again in a hum, looking down at the Spaniard who laid between your legs in the sofa, his head resting on your stomach as you pulled your fingers through his curls gently.

"No nothing, I already said" he hummed back leaning back into your touch. "I know but it just feels so weird, if his problem was us he should be the same with you"

Kepa hummed, trying to help you but he didn't know how he possibly could, not wanting to push things with Mason after he had been so cool and acceptive of your feelings towards each other.

"He is the same as always" he told you

"That's the thing because then his problem isn't us, it's me"

You sighed, groaning as you leaned your head back against the couch. Kepa chuckled warmly at you, squeezing your thigh in reassurance.

"I'm sorry I'm ranting about Mason I just- we have never been off like this and it scares the crap out of me" you confessed lowly.

His head tilted back so he could see your face, smiling softly at you. "It's no problem, I know how much he means to you and honestly I don't care what we speak about as long as I can spend time with you"

"Stop it" you giggled, feeling your face flush

He grinned at your flustered face, leaning up to press a soft kiss against your lips "You're so cute"

"You are too" you grinned, stroking his cheek lovingly

"It's gonna work out" he promised and you nodded, leaning down to meet his lips again.

"Hey what's up Mase?" you smiled softly, leaning closer to him on the couch in a comforting way. You had finally gotten him to agree on dinner and movie night as you would always have but he was stiff as a tree, not joking with you and barely meeting your eye.

He sighed closing his eyes. Trying to hide the inner battle that was storming in his mind. It had been so many years of thoughts and feelings but he had never thought about what would happen if he voiced his thoughts. You didn't feel the same, he was pretty sure but would it mean that he would lose you forever? Would you still see him as the same friend he had always been? Would it make things easier for him? He didn't know and he didn't want to take any risks.

"It's nothing" he murmured, looking away from you subtly

"Hey, I've known you forever Mase, I can tell when something is up and the last couple of weeks something has been up so please tell me"

He sighed, licking his lips like he always did when he was stressed or uncomfortable.

"Please, let it go, it's nothing" He tried to sound firm but you huffed, resting your hands on his thighs but immediately removing them when you felt him stiffen at the touch. "Sorry" you mumble but he waved you off, cursing himself as he took a deep breath. "Please Mason, I want to know what is bothering you" you pleaded, his face contorting in annoyance as he had to come up with something.

"Let it go" he murmured sternly but you were just as stubborn as he was, rolling your eyes "Come on, don't be childish, just tell me what the problem is so we can talk it out"

"The problem" Mason gritted out, letting his tongue wet his lips again.

"Yes?" you pushed tired of tiptoeing around the problem that so clearly existed.

"The problem is that I have feelings for you, more than friend feelings" he finally muttered out. You felt caught off guard. It was not what you had expected him to say but he had.

[throneofsapphics]

hello! absolutely love your writing, and i have a request. could you write a dorian havilliard x female reader one shot where the reader is a waitress who is nice and kind and always joking around and it’s after the war and dorian is learning to be happy again and it’s kind of a falling in love montage from dorians pov, please? i’m sorry for all the instructions, but i have this very detailed scenario in my head and i lack the writing skills to make it real. thank you!!

ps: sorry for the rant, and sorry if i accidentally sent a request twice!

tuesdays

Dorian x f!Reader

Summary: Dorian lives a second life, every tuesday. 

Warnings: nightmares, not proofread 

A/N: thank you for the request and don't be for the instructions! this was so cute. I hope I did your vision justice!

Dorian liked to shift, alter his features enough he was unrecognizable and spend time in his city. Time where nobody was gawking, where he could stroll the streets of rifthold, and feel almost normal. 

He found himself drawn to a particular cafe. It wasn’t fancy or formal, run by a family - he recognized the names as some of the rebels Chaol used to work with. 

Every tuesday, he’d make his way down there at noon. Right when he knew she would be working. It hadn’t started that way, originally he just enjoyed the tea and pastries. He still enjoyed them, of course, but her presence made everything sweeter. The laughter, the casual jokes, and utter comfort of knowing he’s being treated like a regular citizen of Rifthold. 

-

“Where do you go, every tuesday?” Chaol asked him. He knows his friend has wanted to, for weeks now. 

“Out,” Dorian replied mildly. Chaol raised an eyebrow but he wasn’t ready to share this part of his life yet. 

-

He watched her make her way over, laughing and balancing a star on one arm, asking a woman how her mother was faring. Another about her new baby, cooing at the small figure in her arms. 

“Back again?” She teased, approaching his table. He grinned at her. The same greeting, each time. He loved it. Dorian almost flinched at that word, echoing in his mind. 

“Of course,” he recovered smoothly, “I’d never miss the chance to try one of your mother’s new creations.” Every tuesday, they would roll out something new. A trial run, and if successful, it would reappear the next week. 

“I’d be sad if you did,” she smiled, a small laugh escaping her lips. He saw how her eyes lit up, shining with pure joy. No visible shadows haunting her. Were there any? He wanted to know. 

“Are you alright?” He blinked, refocusing his vision to see her worrying her bottom lip. “You spaced out for a bit there.” 

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat. “I’ll take your pick.” 

The slight worry left her eyes. “As expected,” she winked before making her way back across the room. 

-

Darkness enveloped him, pressing in on all sides as an unintelligible voice hissed at him. Then - a soft laugh and a hand. He held on, letting it tug him out of the darkness. 

Dorian shot up in his bed, his heart pounding out of his chest. He knew exactly who that laugh belonged to. 

-

Six weeks later, she slid into the booth across from him. His eyebrows rose in surprise. For the first time, he was late - nearly an hour, held up by some obnoxious courtiers. 

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she admitted, a sheepish smile on her face. 

“I’d never miss our date,” Dorian replied without thinking and watched as her cheeks reddened, knowing his were doing the same. 

“Well,” she glanced at the clock. “I’m off at noon tomorrow, if you’d like to take me on a real date.” 

“I’d love to,” he didn’t hesitate, and watched her pulse flutter. 

-

Dorian had never really taken someone on a date, he realized, with some horror. This was a bad idea for a thousand reasons - all of which he could and would dismiss. 

They strolled through the markets, he brought flowers from the castle gardens - those were interesting to sneak out, and ate fried fish by the docks. He watched how the sun glinted against her hair, the smooth curve of her neck, the blue shade of her tunic - a blue that would perfectly match his natural eyes. 

-

One date became the second, and then a third. She wrung her hands together anxiously. SHe never hid her emotions - never tried to, always wore her heart on her sleeve. Something he loved about her. Loved. That word kept popping up in his mind, over and over. 

“I figured out your little secret,” she cast him a sly smile. His stomach dropped, throat growing tight. 

“Pardon,” he choked. She sucked her lips inwards before pressing them in a tight line. 

“You can change your appearance somehow. Your eyes aren’t always the same shade of green. 

Relief and a smidgen of disappointment flooded through him. If she’d figured it out on her own, this might have been easier. Did that make him a coward? He’d think about it later. “I’m flattered you spend so much time studying my eyes,” he deflected. 

Her entire body seemed to flush. 

-

Dorian puzzled, for weeks, over how to tell her. How to tell the woman he was slowly falling … in love with who he really is. Preparing himself to accept whatever reaction there would be - anger, fear, rejection. He prepared for the worst. 

-

The darkness, the nightmares still came but there was always a soft laugh or a hand to lead him out. Always hers. 

-

They sat on a lush green hill, overlooking the city. A beautiful, serene, secluded space he scoped out in Raven form a few days before. 

It took him nearly half an hour to build up the courage, to tell and show her who he really is. Well, his true name and appearance. In veiled terms, he’d told her of his past, and she told him of hers. For all intents and purposes, he was more of himself with her than almost anyone else. 

She watched him, studying his true form for a few minutes before a mischievous glint crossed her eyes. “It’s about time.” 

“You knew?” He gaped. 

“I knew.” She confirmed. 

In that moment, Dorian decided he’d make her his Queen.