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caxde · 26 days

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Hi! Can I make a request about Wayne reacting to reader being Eddie's girlfriend in Bright eyes? 💜

I'm so curious if Wayne likes the reader or if he's hesitant about her because he cares about his family. 🤔🤔

ty for your request, i hope you like it! bright eyes universe drabble ~1.7k girl!dad eddie

Lua had woken up first. And for once she let Eddie sleep peacefully, she found her way to the couch. Wayne was sitting in his usual spot on the far left, sipping on a mug of coffee. He left in with care on the side table that had been repared more times than it had been in his ownership. Lua opened her arms, knowing that a hug was incoming.

Wayne grabbed her under her arms, and pulled her in for a little cuddle. He smiled to himself, something he only dared to do in such intimate moments.

“Mornin’ Lua.” He whispered into her ear, her little hands playing with the collar of his work shirt.

“Hi uncle Way.” She beamed back almost immediately, her hands still playing with the straight fabric.

Wayne had never been a man of many words, that didn’t really change when Lua came around, though she somehow understood. She felt seen and cared for, which is more than she could ask for, maybe because she only had known that, unstoppable love and devotion that she liked to express back. With Wayne that was quiet moments, giggles that were born from Wayne tickling her, especially when he kissed her cheek and the beard he usually had tickled her, and small playtime.

This particular morning, Wayne brushed her hair with his fingers as she lazily woke up. Waiting for her to start chatting, as she usually did.

It didn’t take long.

“Dada?” She asked, pointing with her finger to the door she left ajar.

“We should let him sleep, Lu, he’ll work until late.” He tried to explain, grabbing her shoulders in a soft touch as she tries to stand up.

“Princess?” She asks, her tone remains the same as when she was calling for Eddie, for a moment Wayne doubts, but smiles as she stands up, grabbing her princess books and VHS that Steve had snuck out of Family Video.

“You wanna watch Sleeping Beauty again?” He tried, handing her the plastic box that had the infamous kiss printed on it.

“Yeah…” As soon as Wayne walked up to the T.V and the red FBI announcement was starting, Lua groaned, which made Wayne turn around in shock, she usually giggled at the recognition of the movie starting. “No, princess!” She screamed again, her hand now pointing at the window.

“I don’t know what princess has a window, Lu…” He tried a soft tone, as he sat back down, turning the volume low so he could actually hear anything she would say, rather than the loud opening credits.

“Dada’s princess!” She cheered again, her head looking outside the window, right to where your trailer was. The light on that could be seen through your living room window let her know that you were already awake.

“Dada’s got a princess?” Wayne’s eyes opened in disbelief, his voice a bit higher in pitch than what Lua was used to, the change maker her smile, a mischievous one at that, as if she knew she was telling a secret.

“Stevie said, dada went to charm the princess.” She explained, looking back at where your trailer was to the T.V and the bright colours that started appearing on the screen.

Eddie had woken up long enough to hear it all. He had remained frozen in the spot, his hands playing with his rings as he stood in the corridor, his old sleeping shirt a wrinkled mess, his hair was in a similar way tangled and he was on his way to take a shower and sort it out when he heard it. Wayne looked at him, his eyes still opened in shook, but a grin in his lips that Eddie had stolen long ago.

Lua still hadn’t noticed his dad, or the way his cheeks grew pink in embarrassment, her full attention on the way the little fairies were casting spells to protect Aurora, she was mouthing the words along, as if it were a song.

Wayne walked over to his nephew, who was trying to hide his face behind the palm of his hands. He rested a hand on Eddie's shoulder, as he nodded to the kitchen, asking to have a little conversation with him.

“So… a princess huh?” Wayne asked, the Munson grin on his face, his usual teasing tone in a quieter voice so Lua wouldn’t eavesdrop.

“Uh… yeah. A girlfriend really.” Eddie confessed, his right hand scratching the back of his neck as he tried to avoid Wayne’s eye contact, unsuccessfully.

“Girlfriend?” He mocked back, his eyes staring deep into Eddie’s trying to read him.

“Yeah, it happened yesterday.” Eddie couldn’t help but smile at the memory, nor could he stop his eyes from shining. He got to kiss you for the first time yesterday, and couldn’t wait until he got to kiss you again, unfortunately for him, he hoped you would have some time where nobody knew, but of course, everybody seemed to know before he could even tell them.

Wayne looked at him, and the way his lips curved upwards when he talked about it, and for a moment he saw the younger Eddie. The always full of energy and excited one, the one that existed before he was buried in pressure. In a way that Wayne wasn’t prepared for, he was glad you were able to make his nephew’s eyes shine again.

“So uh… Lua likes her?” Wayne opens the door above the sink, sitting next to it before grabbing the box of cigarettes he had in his back pocket.

“Blow the smoke out.” Eddie reminds him as he accepts the cigarette Wayne offers him, placing it behind his ear. “She’s infatuated with her.” He admits, as he looks over at her, and the way she is dancing hugging a shirt that was left yesterday on the sofa, as if she was Aurora and the shirt was the prince, she was mumbling along to once upon a dream.

“And are you with her because Lua likes her and you're lonely or because you actually like her?” He points out the difference, his hand that holds the cig between his two fingers gesturing as he speaks, smoke making the moment even more dramatic.

For a second Eddie smiles to himself, thinking that maybe he’s as dramatic because of his uncle.

Then he reflects on his question.

He really likes you, and he had really liked kissing you, and the way you had made him feel. As if he wasn’t a disappointment, or a responsible fixer of fuck-ups, but as a person. You made him feel like he deserved to be happy again, like his life didn’t have to revolve about stupid worries that hadn’t yet happened.

He really likes the way you treat Lua. And the way Lua smiles and laughs and giggles every time she gets to spend time with you. In a selfish way, he wanted you to fit in his life, desperately so. He could see the way you fitted into the dream he had, a nice large house, a bedroom for Lua and maybe another little one, only this time they had your eyes.

“I really do like her…” He starts to try to rationalize out loud, his uncle watching him closely. “She’s truly amazing… And she… She makes me smile, and I feel lighter when she’s near.” Eddie tried to explain, with a lovesick smile in his lips as he turned his head from the ground up to Wayne’s eyes. “And she is great with Lua, I mean… I haven’t seen Lua warm up to anyone like she has to her, and maybe that helps in me liking her so much, but I…”

“I didn’t mean to make you spiral, kid.” Wayne is smiling as smoke escapes his mouth. His hand on his shoulder once more, Eddie relaxes at the touch, his lips curving a bit as he feels it. “I just… careful, yeah?” Eddie nodded at his words, a knowing look on his face.

“Believe me, I hadn’t even thought about dating since Lua came around, but she’s just… I dunno, special I guess.” Wayne gives a knowing nod, as he stomps the cig on the window still, throwing the bud on the trash next to the counter.

He feels the way Eddie’s changing for the better because of you, and he can’t help but be happy and weary at the same time.

“Just… y’know, wrap it before, one is enough for now.” Wayne teases as he walks back into the living room, laughing as he hears the way Eddie groans at the comment that he made.

A weight on Eddie’s chest feels as though it lifted, the big scary talk done and over with, he started to walk into the living room, Lua giggling as the buffon was sleeping with the guitar over his head. Eddie sat down next to her, his arms wrapping her in a soft cuddle.

“Dada he’s like you!” She pointed out, at the cartoon on the T.V. He furrowed his eyebrows, not really following her train of thought.

“What do you mean, bug?”

“The guitar! You play it…” She becomes embarrassed for a moment, her hands playing with the ends of her hair.

“Dada can play it better than that.” He teases back, his fingers tickling her side as she laughs, falling on the cushions as she accepts his father’s way of saying good morning to her.

Wayne walks over them, looking at them fondly, an idea popping into his brain.

“You should invite your princess over for dinner sometime.” He mocks the nickname Lua had given you, his hand flicking between the T.V and the window where your trailer could be seen.

“Please?” Lua added, wanting to see you sooner than later. Her eyes shining as she looks up at Eddie, she was trying what usually worked when she wanted something. Her eyes were opened as she looked up, her brown eyes a reflection of his, her smile showed her teeth as she moved her body slowly from side to side.

“Yeah, I’ll ask her when she’s free.” He gave in immediately, hugging Lua and melting as she celebrated it.

Wayne nodded at Eddie, who couldn’t help but smile, trying to hide just how nervous he actually was for you meeting his uncle.

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soleilnomoon · 11 months

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Hi Kaia could i order white chocolate,fruit tart,glazed Donut,nougat,Donut hole,with caramel and whipped cream for one piece men: (Luffy ,Rayliegh ,Ace, Zoro, Sanji ,Shanks,and Law) plz and thank you

hihi ty for being patient angel 🥰️ i def took some liberty w. this one, but i think i like how all of them turned out; you gave me a tall order but *clenches fist* i survived 💛💛💛 anyway, ty for requesting hope you like it :)

3.2k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, some angst, fluff (wow i know), hurt/comfort; feat. luffy being a total menace, rayleigh being the dilf we all want, ace being mischievous as ever, zoro being a dumbass, sanji being overwhelmed, shanks being the absolute worst, and law trying to teach reader a lesson. also feat. cute stuff like: ass grabbing, rough (consensual sex), exhibitionism & public sex, lil bondage, jealousy, orgasm denial, some sof smut™ (who am i), oral (f receiving), fingering, oral (m receiving), idk other stuff probably. y/n has no self preservation ofc, these men are ridiculous (i love them). (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes no u didn't <3)

it isn’t your intention, but somehow you and your captain get separated from the group one afternoon while canvasing a new island. you normally don’t get lost, but luffy was teasing you all morning — pulling you aside for impromptu kisses, grabbing onto your hips from behind, his lips curled into a devilish smile against your neck with each kiss he left behind. luck was usually on your side during those instances, except it seems it’s suddenly run out.

“don’t give me that look,” you say as sternly as you can, eyes glancing around to see if any of your crew mates doubled back to look for you. luffy’s really to blame for you both getting lost, but he doesn’t want to admit that just yet; it’s more entertaining to tease you, because you’re cute when you’re annoyed. luffy wraps a hand around your wrist and pulls you further away from the path you came from.

in between kisses, you remind him that you’re both pressed for time.

“don’t worry,” he says in a low voice, “it’ll be fine, probably.” you’d slap him if he wasn’t already kissing you again, tongue licking inside your mouth hotly; you arch against him, face flushed from the heat. his kisses remind you of summers and warm breezes; your mouth still tastes like the mangos you consumed with him earlier — sticky and sweet, a taste he’ll always covet.

you squeeze your thighs together when his hand roams lower and take a shuddering breath once he backs you against a thick tree. you hike a leg around his hip, holding him close to you, humming pleasantly when you feel the growing bulge in his shorts. being this close to him makes you impulsive and you know that all you have to do is rub against him once and he’ll fuck you against that tree. but your conscience wins out and you pull away, ducking out of his hold quickly, panting lightly as you touch your lips with the tips of your fingers.

“we need to get back to the others,” your voice is a bit too high when you say that. luffy laughs at your act and plants a wet kiss on your cheek; you bicker with him playfully on the walk back while holding his hand and lacing your fingers together with his.

“i don’t normally do this. i have to go.”

that’s what you said twenty minutes ago, after you’d gotten tipsy enough to have the courage to flirt with the older man sitting next to you. the pub was crowded and you only ever came by if you didn’t want to be recognized. rayleigh had a dangerously devilish charm, one that extracted information out of you with ease.

his voice is thick and rich, his words a pretty distraction — hypnotizing you as you find yourself nodding along to his impetuous plans. he hadn’t intended on sleeping with anyone tonight, but he couldn’t resist himself once he saw you sitting there by yourself, swaying on the bar stool while humming a nameless tune.

you seemed so content to be alone, it was admirable.

he had a bright smile and a laugh that came deep from the soul; you felt your body flush at the thought of kissing him suddenly. you blamed the alcohol for making you foolish, but you knew that wasn’t exactly true.

now you’re seated atop a sink in the upstairs bathroom, whimpering softly as you keep your legs spread for him. your skirt is hiked up, panties discarded somewhere — they were ruined once rayleigh whispered in your ear and suggested you carry on the conversation elsewhere; his hands were skilled, his mouth even more so.

he liked how pliable and supple your body was, how plush and soft your thighs were under his calloused hands. you shivered as he ran a finger along your slit, making you tremble as you keep as still as possible. rayleigh, you come to find, is experienced and passionate; you grow impossibly drunk from all his teasing — to the point that you’re panting and begging him to fuck you.

“all in good time.” his voice is gravelly when he nips at your exposed clavicle, cock hard and heavy; he knows he should hurry up, but something about you makes him want to take his time — so he can see all the frustrated expressions on your face. you pull him close and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking his length, rattling his nerves until he finally gives in.

he buries his cock to the hilt, hips pulling back and snapping forward roughly against you. letting out a breathy moan, you can feel just how slick your pussy is from your arousal. legs wrapped around him, you lean up to kiss along his jaw; he chuckles and indulges you, hands gripping your thighs, fingers likely to leave bruising marks behind from how tight he’s holding you. rayleigh fucks with you with fervor and selfishness that serves as a daunting reminder — that you’ll never find someone else like him after this.

“ace,” you pant as quietly as you can, but you’re struggling badly. the 2nd division commander has you in a back hallway on the ship early in the morning. he’s grinning like a fool, clearly entertained by your insistence on keeping quiet. he kisses you as he knocks his hips against yours, his cock sliding deeper inside your pussy; he holds you up against the wall as your legs stay wrapped around him.

you buck your hips against his, doing your best to match his thrusts, but his strokes are deadly and frenzied.

“wait, wait, ace slow down,” you whisper, sighing pleasantly when his cock reaches a sweet spot that has you clenching around him tightly.

“can’t,” he says in response, breath warm against your jaw, “stay. unless you want to get caught.” he gives you a meaningful look that’s accompanied with a smirk. you purse your lips but shake your head. it would be easier if you could stay mad at him, but he’s too cute and funny and attractive — plus, you like that he’s bold enough to fuck you in public without a care in the world. you hear voices off in the distance and panic, eyes widening as you look back at him.

but ace only winks and tells you to hold on tight.

as you bite down on the fleshy part of your palm to keep yourself from screaming, ace pummels his thick cock into your cunt mercilessly, balls slapping against you loudly. the sound is lewd and tantalizing; you find that you can barely keep up with his thrusts, but you do your best anyway.

apparently, he’s determined to make you cum before your crew mates catch you. and as much as he jokes that he wouldn’t care if someone saw you, a small wave of jealousy passes through him at the thought of anyone seeing you like this. he wants to finish up quickly so he can take you somewhere more private. it’s when he bites your neck roughly and pants against your skin that you cum unexpectedly, a blinding, white hot flash filling your vision as you forget yourself and scream his name.

the rain has yet to let up, not that it matters to you since you’re trapped in yet another argument with your thick-skulled boyfriend. you can’t even remember what triggered the argument in the first place, and because stuff like this makes you extra sensitive, you end up crying.

he sighs at the sight of your face flushing and eyes closing as you try to wipe away the tears, as if they were bothersome and unnecessary. guilt eats away at his chest, making it hard to swallow or breathe; he knows he should apologize, but he’s just so terrible at it. so, he does the one thing he knows how to do — apologize with his hands and mouth.

the mattress is soft beneath him as you straddle his hips and slowing sink onto his cock; you both shed your clothes some time ago, lips swollen from kissing him hungrily, an insatiable need seeping into your pores and making you greedy. you place kisses along the base of his throat, hips rocking forward as he thrusts into your cunt slowly. and while he’d love to just fuck you senseless — something quick and dirty — he knows that you’d appreciate his apology more if he took his time.

so, he does.

you sigh against his lips, fingers threading through his hair, tugging on the short strands. his chest is broad and firm, your nipples harden each time they rub against his light brown skin. slipping your tongue into his mouth, you cradle his face in your hands as he continues to give you broad, sensual strokes that have you whimpering in the most pathetic way against him. he likes you like this, though, and tells you as much when he presses a kiss along your jaw.

he finds forgiveness when you bounce on his cock a little harder, his hands rough against your skin as he grabs onto your ass to thrust into your pussy at a devastating pace. tears coat your eyelashes, but they primarily because zoro’s fucking you like he loves you. and maybe he does; you don’t want to think about that too much, because the intimacy behind it scares you.

jealousy, you think, looks good on him.

sanji rarely likes to show his true jealous side to you, it’s less playful and much more charged, possessive but you don’t mind that at all. earlier, zoro had offered to help train you and before you could turn him down — you’d seen firsthand just how brutal he is with his workouts — sanji was already up in arms over it. they argued for the entire afternoon, but by then you were already annoyed over the situation and dragged sanji off to calm him down.

his face is flushed when you kiss him suddenly and pull him into a broom closet without thinking too much about it. you can’t remember if you locked the door, but it doesn’t really matter. all you care about is wanting to give your silly boyfriend a little bit of attention.

your idea of giving attention is rubbing his half-hard cock through his pants, smiling slyly against his lips when you feel him shiver. in one fluid motion, you sink to your knees, fingers quickly unzipping his pants and tugging it lower. you pull his cock out and admire the shape of it, the slight curve always made your mouth water; before he can say anything, your tongue darts out and swipes at his slit, the pre-cum slightly salty in your mouth.

you make a big show of licking your lips, which only causes another flush to stain his cheeks. whenever you get like this, he has no choice but to follow your whims; he likes that about you, a lot. that you take charge and keep him grounded whenever his feelings get to be a bit too much for him to handle.

he opens his mouth to apologize, but you kiss his tip and he forgets all about it, mind short-circuiting momentarily, which gives you the opportunity to take him by surprise again.

“i don’t care that you’re jealous,” your voice is honeyed and sweet, wrapping itself around him comfortably, a lust-filled haze taking over his mind when you wrap your lips around him and suck. you run your tongue flat along his length, taking your time to lick all over before you take his cock into your mouth completely.

sanji’s breath slows and he does his best to not fuck your face, but then you’re massaging his balls and bobbing your head faster — so he does the most impractical thing and bucks his hips forward and thrusts his cock further down your throat. you gag around him, the pressure intense but welcomed; if he didn’t already know that you like it rough, he’d feel bad — and he still does, but he hasn’t voiced that out loud just yet. you don’t care though; truly, you don’t. you just want him to feel as relaxed as possible, but how can he relax when your mouth is warm and wet, when you’re looking at him tenderly, like you’d be on your knees for him every day if he asked you?

you let him have his way, and he doesn’t last very long, but you keep still, hold onto his thighs, nails sinking into his skin when his cock goes a little too deep. when he sees the tears roll down your cheeks, it ignites something in him and he cums in your mouth, your name a soft chant that tumbles out of his parted lips. he feels feverish and dizzy, but very much alive. you rub your thighs together as you swallow the thick load, smiling prettily at him, head tilted slightly while you boldly ask, “do you feel better now?”

he knows better than to piss you off, but he does it intentionally anyway. the captain of the red hair pirates loves pushing your buttons; he likes when you roll your eyes at him, when you pout cutely and demand he take you seriously; he likes when you don’t stop him when he kisses you openly, mouth possessively staking its claim against yours.

if you weren’t so used to his whims, you’d have the decency to act bashful.

you have a short temper that he’s been warned about time and time again; except, shanks doesn’t fucking listen — nor does he care.

so when he has you bent over one of the tables in the kitchen late one night after you both argued and drank and argued again, you have no choice but to forgive him. especially when he his thick cock is buried deep inside your pussy, his large hand pressing down on your lower back as you grip the sides of the table. your legs shake, but you know better than to complain right now. shanks fucks you hard, the wooden table scraping against the floor every time his hips knock roughly against yours.

“shanks, fuck,” you cry out, chest heaving as you try to keep your sanity intact. his chuckles annoy you, but he knows that you only pretend to act annoyed with him because you like the way he makes up with you. your ass bounces back against him, jiggling from the ferocity behind his thrusts.

“careful, doll,” he grabs your hip to power into you — his strokes turning you into a mumbling, delirious mess, “thought you didn’t want us to get caught.” he sounds so fucking pleased with himself, and you hate that your pussy is wet enough that you can take him without much prep. you blush at the thought of being caught and remind yourself to keep quiet.

“oh, don’t stop now on my account,” his voice lowers substantially, you crane your neck to hear him better, and you just know without having to look at him that he’s got a pleased smile on his face. that man works every nerve in your body, but you like him too much to leave him properly.

you press your lips together to stifle another moan, but then shanks keeps his hips close to yours and gives you short, rough thrusts that you struggle to keep up with. with your back arched, you make for a pretty sight; he knows he should finish quickly, but he likes watching you hold onto the edge of the table like it’s your only lifeline. you don’t even have time to process the orgasm that passes through you because it happens so suddenly.

he teases you mercilessly and without remorse, but you take it; you take the rest of his frenetic thrusts, take the way he slides his hand underneath you to rub your clit. your body is much too sensitive, and when you moan his name like that, it flips a switch in him. you doubt you’ll be able to walk properly after this, but you’re not too worried about that; shanks bullies his cock in and out of your needy hole until he’s satisfied, successfully wrenching another orgasm out of you that makes you slump over the table weakly.

“don’t tell me you’re all done,” he presses a kiss on the side of your neck, lazily grinding against you, every bit as greedy as he always is. you can barely stand, but you feel alive in the best sort of way, already forgetting that you were mad at him in the first place.

you knew better and you still didn’t listen.

the restraints around your wrists dig into your skin a bit, but they don’t hurt that much; you squirm around on the bed, not liking that you can’t touch yourself or him. but he told you earlier to behave and you still chose to ignore his warning.

now you’re paying for it.

although, you wouldn’t exactly call this sort of thing a punishment.

law’s mouth latches onto a patch of skin on your inner thigh, teeth and mouth leaving behind marks that serve as little reminders for later. you whimper softly, but he pays you no mind, instead moving to the other thigh, tongue running along your skin. you buck your hips forward to get him to touch you properly, but all he does is click his tongue at you in faux-disappointment.

“seems like you still need to learn,” he says sharply, his eyes a dark amber, the look he gives you is equal parts fierce and mesmerizing. you want to kiss him, to run your hands down his chest, but he won’t let you and you’re upset about it.

when it looks like you’re about to say something that’ll piss him off, he stuffs your panties inside of your mouth to keep you quiet. your pleas are muffled but he pulls your hips close, mouth brushing along your slit, making you tremble with need.

he knows he should probably ease up, but if he doesn’t teach you now, then you’ll keep the same bad habits and he can’t have that, now, can he? you’re nearly in tears when he finally flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit, hips jerking forward when he swirls his tongue around. you can feel your saliva dampen your panties. you close your eyes briefly, ecstasy filling every part of your body when he stops and says, “keep your eyes on me.”

you want to tell him that it’s damn near impossible, but you try to follow his instruction anyway.

law eats you out with purpose and vigor, his mouth a sinful delight as he french-kisses your pussy without restraint. he teased you for so long that your nipples ache from being hard and untouched. you could kill him for that. and law is smug in his own way, enjoying you at his leisure, slurping and licking your pussy with fervor.

you thrash against him and he holds you steady; you can barely keep your eyes open and you feel like you’re having an out of body experience when he glides his lithe fingers inside your cunt. law fingerfucks you lazily, sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite piece of candy. when you cum, your moans are strangled and garbled, vision blurring as you ride his mouth shamelessly, a sharp pain on your wrists from the way you keep tugging fruitlessly.

he could let up but won’t, taking pleasure in watching you fall apart for him; you tell yourself that once you’ve calmed down, you’ll just have to pay him back in kind later when he least expects it.

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lambiewrites · 5 months

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Letter To Santa

TaskForce 141 x Child!GN!Reader

Warnings: none, be prepared for teeth rotting, sweet fluff. We believe in Santa on this page. This is primarily center around our dear Capt. Price because seeing him as a father figure would cure my woes. This is not proof read and I just woke up so have fun ❄️🎶🎄

Word Count: 1.29K

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The stocking were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St.Nicholas soon would be there.

Little hands eagerly worked at a red pen and delicate paper, smoothing out wrinkles. Fingers grazed papyrus with ease and little barefeet barely brushed against the cold floor. Brows knitted in concentration as the wee babe bite their tongue in thought.

“How do you spell Santa?”

The sweet voice echoed through the barrack walls quite the contrast of its usual interior.

“S-A-N-T-A. Here little one, I’ll write it down for you.” The gruff voice bent down with a crack of his spine before letters curled one by one to spell the jolly fat man’s name.

“And how do you spell Christmas?”

A gruff sigh came from the man’s beard lips as he spelt out the words CHRISTMAS in extra large font for the babe.

Captain Price was a man well into his years, beaten and broken down from multiple years of war and hardship but, somehow or another you wiggled your way into his heart. He most certainly thought of you as his own and cared for you like such.

Calloused hands tending to your every need such as tying your shoes, reaching top shelves, teaching you sight words and so on and so forth.

“Kid, what are they teaching you in school? Do I have to spell everything for you?” He teased, running large calloused digits though H/C hair, ruffling it a bit but quickly slicking down its strands back in place.

“Could you write my letter? Please? I’ll tell you everything you need to write!?” Eager pleads filled the air and brought about the rest of the men to seek out your woes.

“Just this once! And I won’t ask for anything else!”

A half snort left the masked lips of our dearest stoic, balaclava covered “friend”. Deep voice for a large man indeed. A bit scary but, you were never scared of the one in which they call “Ghost”. Oh no, quite the opposite. You played with him, hugged him, snuggled up to him, had breakfast with him, much like everyone else who you had wrapped around your little tiny fingers.

“I find that rather hard to believe,love” He stated rather promptly, leaning back against a rickety chair, stretching his limbs out a bit.

“It’s true! I promise! And I can’t lie because Santa is watching AND, unlike some people-“ You shot glares at Ghost and Soap, Soap whom shot you a half innocent look back as if he had no idea what you were even rambling about. Ghost, if at all possible rolled his eyes beneath the mask at your little rambling. At least Gaz was safe from your rambles and tales of the “naughty and nice list.” You were certain your name and Gaz’s name was on the nice list, and maybe Price’s, but Ghost and Soap’s? Absolutely not!

“I’m gonna be on Santa’s nice list so I can get lots and lots of presents. So I can’t lie. Just, someone please write my Santa letter for me!? That’s all I ask! Please!? Pretty please?! Pretty please with sugar on top?!”

Little hands clasped together eagerly begging and pleading for your letter to be written, feet bounced from one heel to the next, little E/C eyes looked up to the men round, full of light and wonder but pupils wide and begging almost like a puppy who wanted a treat.

“Tch, fine. Only this once. Got it? Now, come here, little one. I’ll see to it that your letter is written and fit for Santa.” Captain Price patted his knee and you eagerly abided, settled atop his knee as if he were Santa himself. Come to think of it, if he had a longer, white beard and was a little fatter and more jollier, he could be Santa. You giggled in thought, earning a brow raise from Price before he carefully held you steady.

The hand that was holding you, held that same bright red ink pen gently against the notebook paper that you had originally used to write your own, little letter.

“Ready Captain? I gotta big list of things to write and say. Think you can keep up?” You teased the old Captain though you did this quite often and found joy in joking about his age. Though, the Captain wasn’t that old. He was in his late 30’s, early 40’s but, to you he was ancient.

“Take your best shot, kiddo.”

He chuckled before the tip of the red pen pressed against the crinkled paper, whereas you rambled on about your list, Price was lightly writing out as followed:

Dear Santa,

I have been really good this year. I have done all of my chores without complaining and been on my best behavior. For Christmas this year I want (insert toy list here) and for my “pretend” family to get everything they want Christmas. Oh! And I want them to be able to go home and spend Christmas with the people they love. Because that’s what Christmas is all about. Family and love.

P.S. Can you please get my Uncle Ghost a boyfriend/girlfriend. Thanks. He’s really lonely.

“Is that good?” You asked the Captain with a small tilt of your head, holding up the crinkled paper reading over each and every sentence you made Price write.

“Men, Do me the honor of looking over their letter. Tell me, is it Santa Clause worthy?” Price held the crinkled paper up for Ghost, Soap and Gaz to look over.

Gaz was the first to read it, chocolate hues scanning the paper over and over again with a small chuckle at the last sentence. A hand went over to tuck strands of H/C behind your ears and compliment your work, though Price wrote you you worded it.

Soap was next and as azure blue eyes looked over the paper he chuckled whole heartedly.

“Ya really are doin’ poor L.T. a favor here aren’t ya lass/lad?” Soap chuckled wholeheartedly before Ghost snatched the paper from the Scotsman.

“Johnny what’re you laughing at-“

He breathed in a heavy sigh at the last little sentence you had, had Price write.

“Bloody hell…”

He grumbled, large digits pinching the bridge of nose through mask and balaclava.

“It’s funny.”

You giggled, peering over Price’s tired shoulders to see Ghost’s reaction.

“Aye lass/lad, it’s also Santa worthy.” Soap got in another chuckle before snatching the crinkle red written letter back from Ghost and letting Price read over it one more time, before sealing it up into an envelope, licking it shut and sticking a little stamp on it.

“Say, Y/N? Do you know what Santa’s address is?” The Captain arched a brow at you as you seemed to be falling somewhat sleep in his gentle hold.

“Uh uh. But I bet it’s on your maps. Somewhere. You got lots of them. You can find it, I believe in you.”

You chuckled in a half sleepy manner, leaning back against Price’s broad chest, H/C and H/L falling over your tired features.

Price turned your body, so you were tucked tightly into his arms gently moving strands of hair out of your face. He thought for a moment at your little request and a subtle hum came from him.

In a hushed tone he whispered a simple,

“Don’t worry little lamb, St.Nicholas will get your letter, my men and I will make sure of it. “

He pressed a soft kiss against the crown of your head before letting you slumber and dream in his arms. He fetched the other men to quickly find Santa’s address for your silly, one of a kind letter.

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A/N: I suck at accents and writing but, my brain has been turned off recently because ya girl graduated last Saturday and I threw everything I've ever known out the window haha. I love writing fluff and I will die on that hill. This idea also came to me from a couple of AI chat roleplays and simply, well Christmas spirit. I know the gang is probably ooc and I sincerely apologize for that. I will get better, trust me! Reqs are open forever and always! Reblogs are def appreciated!

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untoldsoup · 8 months

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Hoping Tumblr keeps these pages in order and doesn't squish the quality!

Anyway, this is a scene from a little mermaid sidlink AU that has been rattling inside my brain. I don't have the time for a full comic so I figured I would just draw the Ursula song scene! Took almost two months so I hope ya'll like it.

Basically this takes place after totk with some changes (link got to keep the arm with limited powers, Yona doesn't exist, and Zora custom requires the king to only marry a Zora). link hears rumors of a sea witch that can grant wishes and seeks Ursula out, in the hopes that he can somehow help him be with Sidon. link hasn't confessed his love because he knows he can't be with Sidon due to Zora customs. Ursula grants links wish, but of course has ulterior motives. I added a few extras at the end to fix the spell loop-holes from the little mermaid movie.

If you like it please let me know I spent so much time on this ty! I might draw more scenes in the future idk yet.

#myart #sidlink #comic #au #link #sidon #totk #the little mermaid

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bealovesmarauders · 1 year

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🐚 james potter asking you out to the yule ball. friends to lovers!

enchanted / james potter

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james potter x fem! reader, fluff, childhood friends to lovers

wc: 1k

in which your childhood best friend james potter takes you to the yule ball<3

this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

a/n: uhhh so i know i said i was just doing a drabble but this is. quite a bit more than a drabble like somehow it turned into a full fic?? i also tweaked this a tiny bit so it’s childhood best friends to lovers, i hope that’s okay:) also i think my characterization especially in the dialogue is rly off here idk whats up with me lately. ty for the ask my love<3

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it started, as it always had with james, with a note.

you’d instantly recognized his chicken scratch handwriting on the torn piece of parchment floating towards you, the hasty smiley face and heart with an arrow drawn through it symbols you’d seen hundreds of times before. the time you were sick at home and couldn’t play outside, so he’d slipped a note into your mailbox to say he missed you. the apology note from when you were six years old and he’d crashed into you on his toy broom, consequently breaking your arm in the process. the letters he’d written to you on vacation the summer he visited his grandparents and aunts and uncles, detailing all the hijinks and shenanigans he’d gotten up to with his cousins. since childhood, james had been your best friend- the person who knew you most in the world, always a shoulder to cry on, someone you knew you could count on forever. the boy you loved, secretly, ever since that day so long ago when he’d taken you to his secret treehouse and smuggled a tray of euphemia’s famous cardamom shortbread cookies to share.

but this note was different.

y/n,

i’ve got something to ask you. meet me in the room of requirement in 5 minutes?

- prongs x

uncrumpling the scrap of parchment, a smile spread across your lips, blush coloring your cheeks. searching for james across the great hall, you spotted him sitting with the marauders, where they were all supposedly studying for the charms test next thursday. james was sprawled across the bench, laughing about something sirius was saying, but straightened up when remus elbowed him in the ribs, peter whispering something in his ear and gesturing to you. james’s hazel eyes lit up, and he raised his eyebrows in the form of a question.

biting your bottom lip, you looked down at the note and back up at him again. oh my god. it was finally happening. you scrawled a note back, tucking the one from him into your pocket, and cast a spell on it quickly, watching it fold into an origami bird and fly over to the marauders, delicate paper wings fluttering like a hummingbird’s.

jamie,

of course.

- y/n xo

james’s stomach filled with butterflies when he saw the hugs and kisses at the bottom of the paper, along with your childhood nickname for him at the top. no one called him that, not even lily. and you’d always signed your name like that, ever since euphemia taught you how to sign your name way back when, but he couldn’t help but think maybe it meant something different this time. maybe it was finally his chance. a smile playing on his lips, james ambled out of the great hall, presumably to your secret meeting in the room of requirement. his walk was nonchalant- but the silent cheers of the marauders, along with the back pats and not-so-subtle spray of cologne from sirius’s pocket were anything but. you caught sirius’s eye and threw him a questioning look- what did they have planned?- but he only shrugged, raising his hands in mock surrender.

casually gathering up your books and leaving the great hall to go find the room of requirement, you smoothed your hair and tried to hide the blush growing across your face, creeping up to your ears. you couldn’t help but silently scold yourself- james was your best friend, and had been for years. sure, you’d always been harbouring a small crush, but you’d always vowed to never act on it- you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. nevertheless, you made your way to the room of requirement, and tried to quell your beating heart as the door swung open- revealing your best friend, suddenly all decked out in a suit.

“james,” you said, all breath suddenly gone from your lungs. he was so pretty, with his messy dark curls a contrast to his freshly pressed tuxedo, the collar stiffly starched and swan white. he looked happy, hopeful, nervous- a bundle of emotions. in his hands was a singular rose.

“hi,” he said back. slack-jawed, you took a step into the room of requirement. it was stunning. it seemed to have converted itself into a romantic tea room. fresh flowers were hung everywhere, and on a small side table there lay an envelope. your interest piqued, you looked at your best friend questioningly.

“before you say anything,” james said hurriedly, “like i said, i want to ask you a question. so i’d like to invite you to open that envelope right there.”

eyebrows raised, you took it carefully and pried the wax seal open. what was going on? you set the envelope down, and slowly unfolded the piece of parchment inside it.

will you go to the yule ball with me?

you looked up at james, eyes wide. was this some sort of sick joke? but a bouquet had materialized in his hands and he was bouncing on the soles of his feet. when he met your eyes, the doubt must have been clear, because his face immediately fell and he resembled some sort of wounded animal. slack-jawed, not wanting to leave him hanging, your brow furrowed. “are you- are you serious?”

instead of making a wisecrack about his best friend’s name, james nodded. “if you’ll have me. y/n- i love you. and i don’t want to ruin our friendship, but-”

without another word, you cut him off, stepping forward and engulfing him in a hug. he smelled like cedar wood and butterbeer, cotton and leather, with a hint of sleakeasy’s hair potion sprinkled in. your best friend. the boy who loved you. james. and then you kissed him- sweet and lingering, his hands traveling up your back and cupping your face. it was even better than you had ever imagined.

“so..is that a yes?” james asked, and you giggled. “if you’ll have me.”

he smiled, the same genuine one from when you were kids, dropping another gentle kiss on the tip of your nose and tenderly squeezing your hands. “of course i’ll have you, darling. m’gonna give you the best night of your life.”

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triplewdotgay · 2 months

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I’m just thinking about cute Gaz that somehow, someway, always remembers??

He tries to act nonchalant, uncaring, but he isnt fooling anyone. Everyone knows that he memorised everyone’s important dates:

“Happy birthday; here’s your gift. What, you think I forgot?”

“Today’s your anniversary, innit? and you’re going with that suit?”

“Nothing happened right now. His mother died this same date, he’s grieving. I wouldn’t bother him.”

And everyone’s favourite’s things, even if at first it looks like he is paying zero attention:

“You told me you wanted that one -insert very specific thing I wont bother to write-, didn’t you? come on, have it, im giving it to you.”

“Happy anniversary, I made strawberry pie”

“I do know his top 15 movies. He was rambling about it for hours, you were there.”

Or any fears or triggers someone might have

Or anything that person has not tried yet Gaz just knows they’ll be obssesed with it

Or just about any allergies, warning other people and making sure nothing bad happens

and when anyone tries to point out, thank him for it, ask him about it, or anything else? he just brushes it off saying they are talking crazy. Or maybe, he would just send them a cheeky smile and depending on the person say something cheesy to which he will act like it’s a joke because he will be cringing at it later.

I imagine something similar for Ghost, but idk if to write about him.

(ty for reading and please correct any spelling mistakes!!)

#cod #gaz my beloved #gaz garrick #cod gaz #cod mwii #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #gaz x gn!reader #idk what im doing with my life

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swordcreature · 4 months

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How do you think our tiefling boys would react to our world if they somehow ended up here?

i always find these so cute, but in my head i'm thinking "they would be terrified and ready to stab someone because they are in a strange world where they can't understand anyone" lol

so to make things easier and cuter let's pretend that

1. there are no language barriers

2. no one is trying to kill them/no one's freaking out because they look like devils

3. they're somewhat aware enough of what's happening to not be scared shitless or severely confused

4. they know they're going back home at some point (i would be acting SO different if i thought i was gonna live in a different world forever vs just visiting lmao)

ty for the request you're the best!

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - A Part of Our World

How the tiefling boys react to coming to our world

Dammon:

He’s amazed by the advancements we’ve made, slack-jawed at how we’ve managed to bend metal to form buildings that climb so high he can’t see the top, at how we’ve made metal fly without so much as a single spell, at how we’re able to make metal into machines so big they can move the earth itself.

It’s overwhelming at first and he has so many questions. How does this work? What type of metal is that? What does this do? It never stops.

But every answer is met with true awe. Dammon loves smithing, loves infernal machinery, and he’s been suddenly transported to a world built around his craft, of course he is inspired.

He’s the most open-minded of the tieflings when it comes to a new experience. And just like the Hells, even though this place is foreign, unfamiliar, frightening, he’s eager to learn something from it.

Dammon takes notes on everything he possibly can, sketching out little pictures of the world around him to bring back home.

I could see him being a bit of a terror just because he breaks everything around him trying to figure out how it works, what makes it tick, so to speak. I mean, how could he truly understand the inner workings of, say, a car without taking it apart piece by piece until he has it down to its bare bones.

Overall, I think he comes back home with so many good stories to tell of all the fantastical things he’s seen, all of the new ideas he has, and a renewed purpose in his work.

Rolan:

Rolan absolutely hates our world. It’s just not made for a guy like him.

I mean, first off: no magic. His life revolves around magic, it’s an integral part of him. Without it he feels empty and strange, so this world feels very wrong to him. Imagine being connected to the Weave for years and then suddenly having it stripped away. Completely gone. I would think it would feel disorienting at best.

He finds some interest in speaking to people of this world who practice magic, but it is so entirely different than his own that they're practically talking about two different things. He expected a more tangible magic like the Weave and is disappointed when he learns it’s so vastly incomparable.

Second: the people. There are so many people here. Pretty much anywhere he goes, the population would be bigger and denser than anything he’s used to. And it’s not like he’s a people person. Not to mention the way humans tend to treat outsiders.

Despite his absolute discomfort in our world, Rolan is determined to write down everything he can of his experience. Not many mortals from his world get to experience traveling the universes, so cataloging his journey is a must.

He’ll write a book once he’s home, and it’ll make a big splash in the academic community, he just knows it!

When he does leave our world for his own, he’s relieved. In his book he makes it sound like this magical wonderland of things beyond most people’s comprehension, but to those close to him he tells them the truth. He was not a fan.

Zevlor:

Zevlor is apprehensive at first. This world is strange – he does not know the customs at all. But he's eager to learn.

He spends his time amongst the people more so than the other two. He is so curious about the traditions of the land, the history of the world, and hearing it from the mouths of the locals is better than getting his hands on any book.

He immerses himself in the cultures he comes across as much as possible; he eats our food and sings our songs and actually has a really good time with it.

I think he finds special interest in the history of combat, how our conflicts have changed throughout time. How did we go from swinging swords and shooting arrows to battling wars from across the world?

Zevlor also tries to teach people of our world about where he comes from. He tells stories from his days as a Hellrider to anyone who will listen and even tries to cook some traditional Elturian food, but it’s hard to do so without the same ingredients.

Overall, he’s more interested in the shared knowledge of culture and information between our world and his. It brings him comfort finding similarities between such different worlds.

When he finally can go back home, he shares his stories with the children first, spinning them tales of the people he met and the things he did. How even in such a foreign place there were still nice people willing to help and to share and to be a friend.

Zevlor is the one who wishes to come back the most.

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #dammon #rolan #zevlor #baldur's gate 3 #my writing #requests/suggestions #dragomermacorn #HCs

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planetwaynez · 1 year

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Mastermind

Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Notes: I was in a mood and TS was playing so I just wrote what I was feeling. Hope you all enjoy it!

WARNINGS: This is inspired in the song Mastermind by Taylor Swift. Talking of loneliness, heated kisses, implied smut, Canon violence I guess.

Jason was always a mastermind and when he first saw you he knew he needed to have you. He just didn't knew you were just like him.

No one wanted to play with Jason when he was a little kid. And he got used to it until he entered the world of wealth and super heroes; He wanted to be loved, seen and wanted to be special. So Jason started skimming his way through life.

And then, he died. He suffered and came back from the dead and had to be good at skimming himself through the world. He was alone again, and this time he wasn’t aiming at being loved and special, he was aiming at being feared and respected.

It worked. Jason became a mastermind at making people feel the way he wanted them to feel.

Until he moved to one of his safe houses, a little apartment next to the crime alley, to lay low for a while but he wasn’t planning on skimming his way into your heart. It was only natural that he fell for you.

You were his nice, cute and smiley neighbor. The one that always said good morning and walked the stairs because you were scared that the old, cheap elevator would stop working with you inside, again.

The one that always seemed to be doing something. Working, reading, helping others. He couldn't help it. He had to have you, all to himself.

So he got close to you. Talked to you every morning, until you were doing volunteer work together in the shelter next to your building. Next thing he knew, you were everywhere. You were going out together on the weekends, going to the gym together and having dinner at your place every wednesday.

But Jason didn’t realize that you were the one skimming your way into his heart and under his skin. Since the moment you first saw him, you laid the groundwork so he would approach you, and like clockwork you waited and waited, until he was under your spell.

You always thought he was beautiful, you also knew he would be beautiful inside. You just needed to have him.

Just like Jason you have been skimming like a criminal since you were a little kid. No one wanted to play with you when you were a kid, you were always alone. You saw in his eyes that he was, somehow, just like you.

So you smiled, said good morning to him everyday and always took the stairs, even though the elevator was faster and you hated stairs (and elevators). You made sure to always be around him, helping others in the same room as him, so he could see that you were open to talk to him whenever.

You watched, amused, him fall in your trap. You could see in his eyes that he thought he was the one trapping you. Perhaps he was, with all his charm and witty remarks, trapping you too, putting you under his spell.

The fact was: you were both masterminds, waiting for each other, like if there was an invisible string tying you two together. Forever.

You smile, watching Jason on the bar, getting your favorite cocktail. The music is loud and this is probably the first time you came to a nightclub willingly, and you only did it because Jason never went to one, not to have fun, at least. So since you decided to travel together to Greece to celebrate your two year anniversary, you suggested going to a nightclub and just enjoying yourselves.

He puts your drink in front of you, and Jason is also smiling; After all he was in Santorini with his love, celebrating something that always seemed impossible for him. But now he sees it wasn’t impossible, he just needed to find you.

“Enjoying the night, love?” He asks. Jason’s eyes are shining and he can’t stop looking at your face, mapping all of your reactions.

“Yes!” You say loudly, leaning in his direction, always seeking his touch and warmth. “I think Santorini might be my second favorite place on Earth!”

You can’t stop yourself, not with him, always running your smart mouth and saying everything that comes to the front of your mind.

“Why second? Where is the first?” Jason asks, sensing a flirty answer coming from you. He wasn’t wrong.

“The first…” You say, getting up and sitting on his lap, his hands instinctively went to hold your waist, to bring you closer to him. “...is in our bed, with you”

You giggle, hiding your face on the crock of his neck, alcohol already hitting your system. Jason smiles, laughing at your antics, holding you tighter.

“I have to agree with you, love”

“In everything I said?”

“No, my second favorite place on Earth is definitely the Cliffs of Moher ” you crunch your nose, but understand him, the Cliffs of Moher are also beautiful and you think it suits him and his beauty. You think that the green and blue of Moher suits his eyes.

You feel that warmth on your chest and you kiss him. His lips are soft and he tests like alcohol and strawberries, you lean in opening your lips and letting him in as always. Jason holds your waist with one hand and the other caresses your cheek, he can feel his heart beating fast, reminding him that he's alive and that he is happy. With you.

He breaks the kiss just to kiss your cheeks and your forehead, to look into your eyes and he understands. Understands everything, since the first look you shared to this one right now. It was all destined to happen.

You were meant to be his and he was meant to be yours.

The music is loud, alcohol is everywhere and it’s a hot summer night in Santorini however you only have eyes for each other. Your eyes on his and his on your eyes. Nothing was accidental. It was all by design, but neither of you could pinpoint if it was your design, if it was his design or if it was by fate's design. But here you are.

Both of you. Alive, smiling, with glitter on your cheeks and a light on your eyes. You are masterminds.

You belong to each other.

“I want to go back to the hotel” He says, gripping your tight. He wants to have you closer, there is only a amount of time Jason can have you on his lap clothed.

“Me too” you say, kissing his jaw, feeling it flex under your touch. “Take us back to the hotel, Jace”

You went back to the hotel, and in the luxurious hotel room you felt each other everywhere. Like always, being intimate together felt like coming home.

“I love you” He says, playing with your hair.

“I love you, always and forever”

Both of you smile, wide, big and soft; Neither of you feel alone anymore, now if feels like home all the time.

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jellyluvr · 10 months

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hi omg this is my first request im sorry if dont make sense 😭

could you do a fluff Kyle x female reader story where the reader plays Lana Del Rey in her headphones (the ones where zoe puts those headphones on kyle ifykwim) and Kyle is curious and tries it on himself and loves it (can be any song if yk her) And like kyle becomes a huge fan of Lanas music after listening to her music for weeks lol

(also I love ur work)

Dark tonight

- Kyle spencer x gn!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Alright Lolita is a bop so I'm gonna use that even though it might not fit the vibe. Also ty!!

Slow burn!!

Tw: none, just fluff

S: Kyle has a fit and he like ur headphones and wants to put them on

(Idk how to do summaries clearly)

And the title has nothing to do with the story btw. I'm just too lazy to add like 900 words about them sleeping or something idk.

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You sat down in your bed, reaching down under it for your headphones. You pulled out the spikey pair, grabbing your ipod and plugging them in before scrolling through your songs. You clicked your tongue to the beat you preferred, one part of you expecting for it to pull up the exact song you wanted.

Eventually after clicking the button at least 100 times you found Lolita- Lana del ray. You played the song, placing on your clunky headphones before placing them on your head. You leaned back on your bed, grabbing a note book while you wrote some stuff down that needed to be done.

Everyone was quite pushy if you didn't do something, and since Madison was on your ass all the time you had to do it. And speaking of which (Or witch cuz she's a witch 😉), she walked down the hallway, peeking her head through your door with her fuzzy hat and slutty dress.

"Can you go out or something? It's embarrassing seeing you so lonely." She stared at you for a moment, rolling her eyes as she realized you were just ignoring her. She then went back out, her heels clicking and growing deaf as she got farther.

You knew you weren't the most popular.. you were just there. Nothing special.. just a girl. You knew it wasn't the best look for the coven either, but you weren't able to change yourself. The whole point was to be unique. And, you had quite the fan base outside the coven house so you weren't too worried about it.

Soon, as you wrote, you began to doodle. Your favorite thing to write was little sun's and moons. It was a therapeutic thing to do. Sometimes you even put sunglasses on the sun like a child. But, it was still very enjoyable.

So, while you doodled and drew, your door creaked open some, the big bad man standing in it. Or kyle.. it was just kyle.

Little to your knowledge, he had been watching you for a few minutes. He had originally been following Madison for her.. needs.. but he was drawn to the yellow light coming from your room. The white in the coven house was intoxicating.. even kyle knew that, but you had always seemed to make it look good.

As kyle watched, he took note to your headphones in his zombie brain. He couldn't think much, all that was floating around in there was mostly words. Words like big ones.. he still had trouble saying two. Or though.. and the way they were spelled was so much more confusing. Kyle grunted at the thought, closing his eyes with frustration. He couldn't control his body well, and he obviously hadn't caught on to not close your eyes.

But, the grunt caught your attention regardless. Even with the headphones and Lana's wonderful vocals, you still heard the grunt he made. Although, you knew immediately who it was. You looked over, seeing Kyle's hands in his hair as he tugged at it some, trying to somehow calm himself.

You jumped out of bed, taking off your headphones in a flash before running over and stopping him. It was a rule. You couldn't let him hurt himself.. even if it was the most subtle. You weren't allowed to let him. Everyone knew.

"Don't do that! You know that's bad, Kyle." You scolded him, pulling his hands out of his hair as he made a low growl in response. He opened his eyes, closing them quickly again as he tugged his hands from yours covering his face. Great.

"Hey! Hey.. no.. no kyle." You sighed, realizing he was having one of his fits. You stared down at him as he slid down the wall, beginning to cry. He overreacted too much, but he couldn't help it. And either way, his cries were heartbreaking.

You walked over to him, his head peeking out from his hands some, his body flinching in response. You got down to his level, your hands on his as you slowly pulled his hands down, trying your best to comfort him. "It's okay. It's okay kyle. Don't be sad." Kyle's face still had that bruise from the crash, and your heart ached knowing what he had been through. You had to help him in some way, and you bit down on your lip thinking of what to do.

He needed a hug maybe? But he probably wouldn't like that.. good things? Like compliments possibly? Or just talk to him.. help him with words?

"Kyle, c'mon." You stood up, holding his hand while he got up as well, you leading him into your room. Kyle's mind was mostly blank. I mean, there wasn't much to think about for him. When he was angry he'd only be angry because he wasn't able to respond correctly. He knew his reactions were stupid.. or dumb.. or just unnecessary, but he simply couldn't control it.

Kyle walked into your room, noticing the headphones again. He found interest in those.. the spikes enticed him and he felt an urge to poke his hand with them. So, he walked over and did just that, yelping in response. "Hurt!" He pulled his hand back, looking at the headphones as if they had done it to him.

"Kyle! Oh my god.. you can't do that-" Kyle picked up the headphones, being very sure to not touch the spikes as he looked as if he was about to smash them. You snatched the headphones, watching your ipod fall to the floor from the headphones still being connected.

"You can't do that either.." you sighed, picking up the items, setting them on your bed before putting yourself on it as well. You looked at Kyle's face, his tears gone and his eyebrows furrowed. He seemed angry? Jesus.. what was it now?

"Why?" He asked, sitting down on the bed, almost making you leap up from his weight. He was a big guy.. Definitely not the one to get in a fight with. But he was a sweet little guy.. despite his anger issues and fits he was the equivalent to a lost puppy. A cute puppy.

But, besides the point he was obviously confused. Maybe he just didn't understand you..

"It's bad. If you break the headphones then they'll break. And I'll never be able to use them again." You smiled slightly, kind of irritated by him. You never really interacted with him so you never really knew what to do. But, you did know not to let him throw a fit. One thing you were told to do was be happy. Or look smaller.. less threatening. Even though he was fucking humongous, it was better to seem like a bug rather than a bigger threat.

Kyle really wasn't a big bad man. He was really just misunderstood. Poor guy never even got to experience life. And he died trying to protect Madison. Only if he knew what she'd do to him. Kyle was just a sweet guy trapped in some zombie body. That's why it was important for you to make him learn how to talk. So he could express himself correctly.

"Why don't we watch something? Like uhm.." you weren't too sure what was appropriate for him. Dora? That was so childish though.. but maybe that'd help him. "Dora?" You suggested, Kyle seeming even more confused. "Doooooor...ahh.." he sounded it out, but he clearly had no idea what that was. Without even being able to think of something, Kyle snatched your ipod, holding it in his large hand. Hot pink... classy. Kyle looked at the song playing, it being well.. a very attractive woman in his opinion. He stared for a moment looking. "Who is?" He looked up at you, his hand barely clutching the ipod. He would've crushed it, and he knew it was dear to you. Especially the headphones.. he didn't like when people got mad at him. He tried to prevent it the best he could.

"Lana del ray.. but let's do something else. Do you know your abc's?" Kyle shut that idea down immediately. "No." He moved his hand away from yours, still holding the iPod as you tried to take it from him. He wouldn't let go.. "come on kyle.. give it back." You said sternly, holding out your hand as his empty eyes stared back. "No.. who is?" He asked once more. You sighed, looking back at the ipod before shifting back up to his face.

"She's a singer. She's like really popular.. now give it back." You thought for a moment, but then realized being nicer was better. "Please?" You added, looking up at him with a smile. Kyle looked down at the ipod, then at the headphones connected to them before picking them up and looking. He was also very careful not to touch the spikes. He wanted to do what you had been doing earlier. He wanted them on his ears.. but he wasn't sure on how to put them on his ears.

"H-help." He was still learning that word, so he stuttered a little but the point still came across. You looked down at the headphones, then back up at Kyle. Letting him listen to one song wouldn't hurt. "Okay, but just one." Kyle's eye brows furrowed. "One song... sorry." Kyle was still very confused. He had no idea what a song was but it seemed really hard to spell.

You picked up the headphones, Kyle growing a little smile as his dimples peeked out. It really was adorable.. he was so cute effortlessly. You couldn't disappoint his adorable face. That would be a crime, so you placed the headphones on him, Kyle trying to get used to the feeling. You looked at the song that was playing and paused it, thinking of what to play. Lolita..? Maybe he'd like that? I mean, it was catchy. He'd probably get accustomed to it, so you went to your library and looked, the little click of the button ringing in your ears.

You found it, clicking on it before it began to play. Kyle's face still had the slight smile, but then his brows furrowed some, his mouth opening slightly. "Ooo.." he mumbled, his eyes traveling the room as he listened to her. He was clearly beginning to like it because he started to clench his fists to the beat. It was a little weird to watch.. you couldn't lie, but it was adorable seeing him enjoy something.

You giggled some, seeing his face turn into a smile as the song got even better. "Like." Your heart almost collapsed. He was so cute.. so adorable. Like a little kitten. Or a puppy.. your heart was healing just watching him listen to the song. But, soon it came to an end, but thankfully another song was to the rescue. Another Lana song played, and Kyle was quick to like her.

He grew more excited, but everyday would end. End with him going to your room and listening to songs. You wondered how he'd freak out if there was speakers. Or if you got a picture of her. Mainly you thought he had maybe a little crush, but that was his business. Either way, he looked like an adorable little man listening to Lana del ray. Honestly, he was slowly turning into the perfect boyfriend.

When you'd be his, of course.

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Alright here's the kyle fluff finally!! Also one paragraph got moved somewhere and I basically just did a puzzle trying to find the right placement and I think i got it right but if there's a mistake sorry! I did proofread tho so that's good! 👍

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