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moonstruckme · 4 months

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whimsical muggle reader who loves taking note of strange occurrences (i swear my shoes weren't here! like luna basically lol) and marauder bf who can't tell her yet about magic but loves doing some tricks for her to find. (you can pick which marauder! i was gonna go remus but i'm biased lol)

Omg I had so much fun with this, thank you for requesting!

Sirius Black x whimsical!reader ♡ 657 words

“You’re such an old woman, Moony,” Sirius says. “Is that a gray hair I see?”

“Your fault,” Remus replies mildly.

“We’re not all obligated to go clubbing whenever the fancy strikes you,” James argues on Remus’ behalf. “I’ve got a match tomorrow, and our poor Moony’s head is hurting him. Give us a rest.”

“No rest!” Sirius cries, standing from the couch as if he’s addressing a weary army rather than two reluctant men. “Rest is for the elderly and geriatric.” He looks at you hopefully. “You want to go out, don’t you darling?”

“I’m not partial to clubs,” you reply, but your attention is already elsewhere. “Remus, if you have a headache, you should have Sirius make you some of his tea. He made me some when my head hurt last week and it set me right as rain.” You glance at your boyfriend, considering you with peculiar smugness. “And the same happened when I had the hiccups a few days ago. He has a remedy for everything.”

James cocks an eyebrow. “Does he?”

You hum in prideful affirmation, but Sirius seems almost sheepish as he sits back down on the couch, tucking you against his side. “I’ve always been good at brewing,” he says to James with a shrug.

“You should make him your tea,” you urge softly.

Sirius kisses the side of your head. “Moony’s headaches are a bit tougher than yours, angel,” he says, adding at your troubled look, “but I’ll make him some later if he likes.”

“Hey,” James says brightly, “what if we go to the pub on fifth? It’s usually quiet in there. We’ll just stay an hour or so.”

You’ve been dating Sirius long enough to know how this goes with his friends—one hour will turn into four before any of them notice—but nod complaisantly at the hum of assent that goes up from the other boys.

“Let’s go.” Sirius hops back up before anyone can change their minds. He grabs your coat from the hook by the door, holding it out for you.

“Oh.” Your mood sinks slightly as you remember your coat. “I should probably go get another from my room. I tore that one yesterday, remember?”

“I fixed it for you.”

Sirius gives it a shake, signaling for you to take it from him. You do, looking at him in awe.

“Really, Siri? That’s so nice of you.” You feel along the hem of your jacket in search of the split you’d made the day before. You can’t find it, nor any of the smaller blemishes the garment had acquired after years of wear. “How did you do this?”

“I sewed it,” he says breezily, shrugging on his own well-loved leather coat.

You run your fingers over where you could swear the tear had been. “There’s not even a line or anything.”

Remus shoots him a look you can’t decipher, and Sirius gives you a somewhat thin-lipped smile. “What can I say? I’m magic with a needle and thread. Put your coat on, baby.”

You realize then that all three boys are already waiting for you at the door.

“Oh, sorry.” You carefully pull on your newly impeccable jacket, following them outside. “Thank you, Siri.”

“Anytime,” he vows, hand finding its way into your back pocket as James leads you all to the pub.

“You’re so good at fixing things,” you murmur, almost to yourself. “My coat, and when you glued my mug back together so well, and when my peperomia came back to life.”

Sirius chuckles. “It didn’t come back to life, angel.”

“It was dying,” you reason. “I couldn’t get it to stop wilting, but then all of a sudden it perked up.”

“You must’ve nursed it back to health,” he replies, and his tone is blasé but the smile he shoots you is oddly pleased. He gives your ass a playful squeeze. “Stranger things have happened, sweet thing.”

Around Sirius, they certainly have.

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welcometomyoasis · 7 months

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Seventeen's performance unit with a chubby s/o

Pairing: svt performance unit x gn! reader Genre: headcanon, fluff, hurt/ comfort Word Count: approx. 1800 words Warnings: body image issues A/n: idk what i was writing with Chan’s i’m sorry… also @cienlvrs because you asked me to tag you 🤣 i hope you like Minghao's. if you like it i have succeeded. Other units: hip hop unit | vocal unit

🐱 Junhui

You are his dream.

He is always in disbelief how he managed to date someone like you.

Junhui seems to be more on the shy side before you get to know him. But when you do, his true crazy personality comes out. He’s hyper and energetic. Regardless, you love all of him. You loved him when he was too shy to approach you. And you love him now when he’s comfortable enough with you to let loose and go crazy.

In fact, you somehow manage to mold yourself and your temperament according to his moods. If he is loud, you’re loud with him. If he is feeling more withdrawn, you quieten down as well.

One thing Junhui really enjoys doing with you is taking little cat naps. Especially after a day of being loud and hyper, recharging together is necessary.

I don’t know how to explain this well, but he loves it when you both sleep on the bed in a staggered position with his head buried into your soft tummy and his arms over your hips. It’s so comforting and it’s a way for you both to sleep while embracing each other since your arms would be around his shoulders. He might whine when you accidentally knee his stomach but we don’t talk about that.

In return, he is your Prince Charming.

So so sweet and charming towards you that you didn’t know how to react at first when you started dating.

You weren’t used to this kind of treatment, you had always assumed you were unlovable because of your size. That no one would ever find you attractive. Then Junhui came along.

He actually took the time to break down the walls you had put up. Sure you were super shy, but so was he. It wasn’t a whirlwind romance, you both took your time to figure out how you felt about each other.

Even before you started dating, you shared your insecurities with him. Junhui made it clear that he didn’t care about your size. He loved you in your entirety.

His love language consists of quality time and physical touch. He loves that you both can goof around together even if you are doing the simplest or most mundane things.

Plus, he loves to give you random cuddles throughout the day. He can’t help it that he thinks you are so irresistible.

BONUS: his favourite body part of yours? Your hips. He loves to sling his arm over your hips when you are sleeping. More importantly, because he thinks he is dreaming whenever he is with you, he pinches your hips instead of himself. He is still Junhui, so he’s cheeky. He enjoys hearing your little yelp whenever he does.

🐯 Soonyoung

You are his drive and reason for pushing forward everyday.

I know it’s generic but Soonyoung thinks you are like a tiger. Or rather, that you possess the qualities that are similar to a tiger.

Of course, Soonyoung thinks you are as adorable and cuddly(?) as a tiger. He won’t hesitate to run up to you and whomp you in a huge hug while peppering your face with kisses.

But it’s more about the tenacity that you have, the fight that you have in you. Soonyoung admires you for that. He loves how you will never give up without a fight and how you usually come up on top in the end. You fight through your insecurities, you fight through the stares at you, you fight through so much judgment every single day. It pushes him to be just as determined as you.

You also have impeccable patience. Like a tiger hunting its prey, you always wait for the right moment to strike. Be it at someone who has been dragging you down, or at an opportunity that you want to grasp.

Soonyoung can be very impatient sometimes, but with you, he learns to slow down, to take the time to savour the moment and not get too caught up in his intense emotions.

He is grateful that you taught him that because now, he knows how to treasure all the moments that he has with you.

In return, he is your cheerleader.

Soonyoung is passionate about you and supporting you with all your endeavours. Soonyoung’s love language is definitely gift giving and words of affirmation.

You want to try something new? Go right ahead, he’ll be supporting you all the way. You want to try a totally new style of clothes? Sure, he’s pulling out his card to pay for you. You literally just mention something in passing and he’s already bought the items you need. He will tell you how good you are doing along the way.

Also, if you want to go off on someone who insulted you? YES PLEASE DO IT! He shouts words of encouragement like “that’s my baby!”, “go get ‘em tiger!” (Yea, he might get involved in the fight with you but you are his baby and he needs to cheer you on.)

He’s so passionate about everything about you that you can never doubt his support for you. He’s just so easily excitable when it comes to anything remotely related to you.

BONUS: his favourite body part of yours? Your eyes. He thinks they reflect your courage and determination. He especially loves looking into them when you are riled up and ready to take on whatever comes your way.

🐸 Minghao

You are his muse.

Minghao thinks your heart, mind, body and soul make you the most beautiful, mystifying human ever.

He swears that he can see the universe within your being. He sees the purity and brightness of your heart and soul. He’s drawn to your intellect. Your body is not only a canvas for him, but also where he draws his inspiration from. Every curve, crease, freckle, mole, perceived imperfection etc of your body reflects the beauty of the physical world, the imperfectly perfect beauty of nature.

With his job as an idol, he often sees the ugliness of the world. The hate comments, the amount of judgment that humans have regarding physical appearances. He knows it’s part of what makes up our world, but that does not mean he has to like it. In fact, it makes him lose faith in people.

When that does happen, all it takes is some time spent with you in his arms, to restore his faith. If you exist, the world can’t be all that bad, because everything that is beautiful in the world has been condensed into or onto you and your body.

In return, he is the peaceful mediator between you and life.

Unlike Minghao, you cannot seem to see the beauty in everything, not even yourself. It takes a tremendous amount of effort. You don’t think you are as great as Minghao makes you out to be, certainly not as beautiful.

Minghao’s love languages would be words of affirmation and gift giving, but not in the same way that Seungcheol would spoil his s/o. As I said, Minghao draws inspiration from your body and he is a very artistic person. He could and definitely would write poems to give to you about how beautiful and mesmerising you are.

Additionally, he paints. He paints these amazing, sometimes abstract pieces which he says capture your essence, your beauty. He gifts you these works of art and walks you through them, telling you which part of you inspired these pieces.

Plus, I feel like Minghao would make you stand in front of the mirror as he points out all the little things he notices and loves about your body. He especially pays close attention to highlight parts of you that he knows you hate.

Something about how he does it makes you feel worthy of love, of all the compliments that he showers on you. It makes you feel like life isn’t as bad as you think. Because as long as he can see the good in you, life is worth living.

BONUS: his favourite body part of yours? Again, I want to say your whole body. But this time, it’s because of your silhouette, the outline of your body. He can recognise it from far away, even if the outline seems distorted because of a shadow. In a way, your silhouette encompasses all of you, it kind of transcends your physical body. And he loves it. It’s you.

🦦 Chan

You are his best everything.

His best s/o, his partner in crime, his best friend, his confidant and his best source of strength. You bring out the best in him.

Chan has a lot of fun when he spends time with you. He is so relaxed when he is with you, when he can goof around and let loose. He finds that you always make him laugh so hard that the tension just melts from his body.

More importantly, you encourage him every single day. I find that Chan takes a lot of pride in his craft as an idol, especially his dancing abilities.

So, Chan finds it extremely endearing and encouraging that you don’t constantly tell him that he has to be the best. Instead, you simply remind him to do his best. There’s a distinction between the two. It reminds him that even if he strives for perfection, there is no shame in falling behind others. What matters and what counts the most is that he gave it his all.

It’s a philosophy that you stand by. As a chubby person, others often define your worth by your appearance, they see you as flawed because of it. But not living up to societal standards of beauty doesn’t mean you are less of a person. There’s no shame in that. You are doing your best in life and that’s what matters to you.

Besides, even if he fails or falls behind, you are always ready to remind him that it is okay. Plus, you’ll love him anyway.

In return, he is your happy pill.

With Chan, you are almost always laughing and having fun.

Chan’s love language would mainly be quality time. He loves to spend time with you. He especially loves it when you both are doing a fun activity. And it isn’t just about spending time together.

Even if the above is your life philosophy, there are parts of your body that you feel extremely insecure of. Mainly, your appearance when you smile. The way your jawline just disappears even more than it already has often makes you so sad. (I’m sorry I think I’m projecting here.)

Chan doesn’t care about that, and he loves the way you smile. He loves to see you having fun. He thinks you are beautiful all the time, but you are beautiful when you smile, especially then.

BONUS: his favourite body part of yours? Your double chin! He knows that it is an insecurity of yours. So, he definitely is extremely touched when he sees it when you let loose around him and smile till your heart’s content. Because that just means that you are so comfortable and confident around him.

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Goofy

Pairing: Madcap Moss x Fem Reader

Summary: While out golfing with Madcap, the reader learns she's not so great at it like her boyfriend, Madcap. While trying to raise her spirits, he actually gets them kicked out of the golf course and when she's grumpy about it, he takes that away with his goofiness…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by: No One (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1.4k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Birdie! Let's go!"

I loved how Madcap put his everything into anything he did, always hype and keeping a positive attitude, but it was kind of a bummer that we were on this golf course and he was absolutely kicking my ass.

"Bogey," I sighed while sinking the golf ball, "Woo."

"Babe! Don't sound so sad," He patted my back, trying to brighten my mood, "This is your first time playing on a real course and you're actually doing pretty good."

"You're like a golf god compared to me," I looked down for a moment, heading to the golf cart, "I'll just keep practicing."

"Practice always makes perfect," He tried to be more encouraging, sweet too as he took my club and put it in its carrier along with his.

"How many holes do we have left again?" I wondered, hopping in the passenger side.

"Two more," He jumped in, noticing how I wasn't too thrilled, and like always, he tried making things better, heading off real slow in the golf cart for some reason and I knew he was up to no good when he smiled to me, "Wanna see something cool?"

"Oh, dear goodness," I laughed, noticing that he started driving faster, "You better not get us in trouble!"

"I do this all the time," He laughed, "Watch this!"

I squealed whenever he sped up and drifted around a bend, having to hold on to the dash and the roof, but I was also laughing the whole time, getting a little rush from it.

"Okay, that was fun!" I admitted and squealed again as he hit another one, laughing harder than me, till we heard:

"Madcap! You're drifting the golf carts, AGAIN?!"

He came to a slow stop, caught red-handed and he was kept looking away while whistling, acting as if nothing was happening when I turned my head:

"What does he mean, again?"

"I might speed just a little while golfing," He stopped, looking down to his feet and super guilty.

With the way this guy was stomping towards the golf cart, it was quite clear that this wasn't the first time Moss dealt with this guy, and sure wasn't the first time he's gotten in trouble for it. Moss racked up more than three strikes and the next thing we knew, our session was over and we had to walk back to the parking lot from that spot with our clubs in the summer heat.

"Nice going babe," I groaned, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"It's not like I was going to wreck it or something!" He protested, suggesting next, "We can go to top golf or something if you still want to play."

"I'm good," I huffed, tossing my carrier into the trunk, stealing the keys, and hopping up front, "I need the air conditioner."

He decided to stay quiet after that, heading back home and putting up the clubs in the garage while I made my way to our room, stripping out of my clothes and to the bathroom.

I grabbed my speaker, got my phone to connect, tossed the clothes into the basket, and had my back turned while hanging up my towel when I felt his big arms wrapping around me, his head on my shoulder as he pouted:

"Don't be such a grump babe, please."

"You got us booted from the golf course. My first time being there," I shot a stern look, "And it was hotter than hell outside."

"Come on," He pouted more, kissing my cheek, "I'll make it up to you."

"That pout doesn't work on me anymore," I lied, turning my head once I began to smile a little; he was so cute and it was hard to resist, but he noticed the second I looked away, stepping it up a notch:

"How about this?"

Turning to look, he threw his shirt off, flexing his pecs and it always amazed me how he went from a sweetie pie to super sexy in a matter of seconds.

"You know you love all this," He smiled brightly, flexing more and having me bite my lip, whispering:

"That's just not right and you know it."

His laugh made me laugh, taking my hips to bring me into a soft kiss, putting up a good rebuttal:

"Don't act like you haven't done it to me before."

Giggling into our kiss, I was defeated, kissing back:

"Alright, you got me. Wanna keep kissing me now?"

Nodding, he kissed right back, humming:

"We can shower in a minute."

I noticed his drift backward, asking with my tongue, "You plan on getting messier, hm?"

"Exactly my plan. You're naked already so," He smiled at my soft laughs, picking me up and laying me flat on the bed with my hips hanging off the edge a little.

"You better get naked too," I shot playfully, dripping wet in an instant when his pants and boxers dropped, throwing my legs open, thumb sitting on my clit softly while his tip sat at my entrance.

"I know what to do, baby," He blew a kiss, pushing in slow till our hips met.

Gosh, he was so rock hard already, gasping at the contact of our hips, the stretch so good and the sweet rubs against my sweet spot, cock so deep while he rolled his hips against mine.

"Sure do," I moaned softly, head pushing into the mattress and gasping louder at him pulling back quickly, hips smacking back into mine even quicker, thumb starting to work my clit faster.

"Still grumpy?" He looked down at me, knowing already that I wasn't, but I gladly gave him some motivation, glancing up with a daring look:

"Still kind of grumpy about your goofiness got us kicked out."

"My goofiness, huh?" He slowed down to the point where I thought he was going to stop, starting to feel bad and thinking I hurt his feelings, till he thrusted back into me hard, having me scream out his name and feeling the impact in my stomach, a no-good smirk on his face, "How's that for goofy?"

I couldn't respond even if I wanted to. The only thing that was goofy was me, being sent into a whole other state of mind with wicked thrusts coming at me.

"O-oh, f-f-fuc-" All of the moans coming out of me kept interrupting the words that I was trying to get out, growing louder and dirtier.

Thought that I couldn't get any more goofy or messy?

Those massive hands took me by the thighs, legs up straight against his chest and keeping our hips pinned, but drilling into me just as hard and quick, having my breasts bouncing hard, tugging at the sheets with my back forming a sharp bend, able to feel the bed shaking.

"That goofy?" He wanted to hear a response, that same smile still there, but I was so tight and filled with steaming heat, I didn't want to play games, but gladly praised him, gasping and shaking my head frantically:

"Just keep on being a beast baby. I'm so close to cuming it's not even funny!"

"Beast?" He smiled more, "That good, huh?"

I just nodded, moans turning into sharp gasps, getting what little air that I could, my heart about jumping out of my chest, head fuzzy when his tip smacked deep into my stomach again, slicking us both in the wetness of my orgasm, screaming his name out so hard I felt a small strain in my voice.

Despite just being in beast mode, he was still his sweet self, leaning down to hug me and help with the intensity of that orgasm.

It was easy to tell that he was a little worried and I made sure that was gone when I fixed the bit of frizz in his hair, kissing his cheek softly:

"You are the best, you know that?"

That put his precious smile back on his face, then laughed at how I goofily let my body drop, limp and catching my breath.

"Now, now," He started to pick me up softly, "Shower before sleeping."

"But it's all the way over there," I joked, still staying limp and trying to fall back to the bed till he tickled me, hitting me with my own line:

"Let's go, goofball!"

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tinyjeanmarco · 3 years

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jean relationship hc’s!

greetings! i realized my url name includes jean and marco and i haven’t written anything for them, so i’m gonna write some jean headcanons here and then post some marco ones later! i love these men so much. (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) jean’s character arc has to be one of my favorites, it’s just so lovely how much he changes and grows.

jean x gn!reader

warnings: minor manga spoilers for chap 127, mentions of marco’s death, kinda angsty?

okay so, first off, this man would get into fights left and right with eren about you. he would always make comments about how hot you are, and eren would be like, “dude, shut the fuck up?”

you were never around when he made these comments, so eren, being your good friend, would get mad at jean for being creepy.

he never meant for it all to come off weird to everyone else. he just has a mega freaking crush on you.

everyone also thought he had a crush on mikasa too, so it was even more annoying.

one day though, eren was just real mad at jean, getting into fights as they usually do, and eren decided to fuck him over.

he went up to you after dinner one night and told you about jean’s raging crush on you. this took you by surprise, but you were kinda pleased.

when he saw you all flustered about it, eren just got even more angry.

“you’re telling me you like that stupid horse face back?!” and you shyly nodded.

he just threw his hands up in exasperation and walked away.

now, you had to go find that stupid horse face and tell him you like him too.

you found him still at the dinner table with connie and sasha, so you asked him if you guys could talk alone for a second.

cue connie and sasha cat calling because they’re those kind of friends.

jean tells them to shut up, but as if that would do anything.

he follows you to an empty hallway and asks you what’s up, cuz he’s a bit worried. he’s never seen you so nervous before.

then it hits him that maybe you know about his crush?

“whatever you heard, it’s not true.”

“o- oh. it’s not?” you visibly deflate and he’s quick to pick up on this.

“maybe?” cue you telling him that if it is, you return the feelings and this boi is dumbstruck and confused because his crush is admitting feelings for him. he does a mental fist pump. or maybe an actual one and you’re just like “wut.”

after you two talk it out more though, he officially asks you to be his s/o to which you say yes to.

lemme tell you, jean boy is a clingy one. he hangs off you any time he’s around you now that he has the ability to do that. always pressing kisses to your lips and wrapping his arms around you.

you two actually get in trouble a lot for sneaking off to make out, which is always jean’s fault. he just can’t keep his lips to himself, okay?

always pet his hair or he will throw a fit and become cranky. he loves when you scratch his head while petting his hair. it really helps him fall asleep when you guys are cuddling.

when jean decided he wanted to grow out his little mullet that he has, and grow some facial hair, you hopped on that train so HARD. like uhm, yes sir, please do. you look good already but the new hair will be some EXTRA hotness.

him rubbing his stubble on you to tickle you when you both are just relaxing together. he takes any chance he can to rub it on your cheek or neck. it’s just so funny to see your reaction to it.

post time skip jean is really tired of all the fighting, so i think that he sometimes just has to take a break and he hides himself away from everyone for some peace and quiet.

you usually find him wherever it is that he decides to hide that day, and just sit next to him, pulling him into a comforting embrace.

you’ve learned that talking to him about it doesn’t really help, and can sometimes make him feel even worse, so you just sit there, giving him your warmth to remind him that not everything is quite so bad. you have each other.

he’s really grateful to always have you at his side, and he never fails to tell you so whenever the mood strikes him. he just loves you so freaking much and doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have you.

he breaks the silence you two have when you’re sitting together to tell you about his daydreams where you two live together, have a nice home and started a family. that those thoughts are what keep him going and give him strength to fight.

please hold him tight when he breaks down crying, telling you that he can’t ever lose you because you are his whole world. sometimes you start crying too and both of you become a giant mess.

when you guys look up to the stars, you both like to talk to marco, hoping that somewhere out there, he hears you guys and misses you two just as much.

when he found out the real reason why marco died, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him from beating up reiner, tears also pooling in your eyes. after he stalked off, you walked silently after him, pulling him into a tight hug. you both cried, leaning against a tree, holding each other until you fell asleep.

moving awaaaay from the sad stuff, jean loves spending money on you. he goes into town? buys you food from the market he knows you love.

his favorite things to buy you are those little fruit pastries from a bakery. he loves buying them because he also gets to eat them, and the flavor just reminds him of being with you since you were the one who introduced him to them.

definitely hard to sneak them around sasha, but you two manage.

whenever you guys have a day off, he’s so excited to go on walks with you outside the walls now that they’re free of titans. of course you still gear up and bring horses just so you two don’t run into any bad situations, but he loves spending his days off with you.

give jean love, okay? he deserves it after all the shit that’s happened to you all on paradis. hug him a ton. kiss him a ton. just make the boy happy. (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

#jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein headcanons #aot headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #aot #snk #snk x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader

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kast43 · 3 years

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HOW WOULD THE OBEY ME! DEMON BROS REACT TO MC, WHO IS SCARED OF THUNDERSTORMS?

💋Lucifer💋

•Lucifer took MC out to run some errands

•he made a mental note that MC would look up at the sky often

•asking strange questions about the weather in the Devildom

•maybe MC was interested in what rain was like here?

•mc rushed to get back home, but it was when some distant thunder rolled across the sky when things turned odd.

•MC let out a small yelp, and then ran into the nearest closed door

•which was a closet

•although he would think it was cute, he suddenly realised what was going on

•he went to the closet and opened it to find MC had shoved themselves in the deepest corner of the room

•"MC, is everything alright?" He asked peeking in

•mc had their eyes closed tight and covered their ears

•a louder roll of thunder, MC flinched again

•lucifer frowned at the scene, it dawned on him that MC was scared of thunderstorms.

•he reached out his hand to mc

•"do you trust me?" He asked, mc slowly nodding and taking his hand

•He took MC out of the closet

•he covered Mc's ears tightly and lead them to Lucifer's room

•he set MC down, and then started a record.

•he raised the volume to a pleasing level, and then grabbed blankets.

•draped MC with the warm blankets, then went to sit next to MC.

•the first roll of thunder heard over the music MC flinched and Lucifer reached an arm around MC to bring them to his chest.

•he would stroke MCs hair

•"you should know that nothing will harm you, so long as I am with you"

•MC would be so calm they would fall asleep in Lucifers arms

💰Mammon💰

•Mammon and MC were prob just vibing at the house, ya know...

•A roll of thunder strikes, but Mammon pays no attention to it.

•MC however just froze.

•He noticed, "Oi, what's the matter with you?" Mammon would ask, a bit annoyed as usual.

•MC tried to act cool, but hearing the thunder getting louder, and the flashing caused them to dive under the table.

•Mammon was big confused, looking under the table.

•"What? Don't tell me your afraid of a little thunder?" He would ask with a grin.

•when he saw MC cowarding under the table, he felt his heart drop, his grin would fade.

•he wanted to help, but didn't know how.

•ya boy just got under the table with MC and sat next ti them.

•"hey! Don't be afraid, with The Great Mammon(tm) beside you NOTHING stands a chance! Not even some silly thunder strikes."

•this would make MC laugh, and Mammon would have an idea

•mammon spent the time telling MC about his wild gambling adventures, how he would escape the 'evil witches', etc.

•by the time Mammon was done telling his stories it was really late...most likely crashed in Mammons bed.

🎮Leviathan🎮

•Levi just wanted to show off his new purchase

•a figurine from his new guilty pleasure "I Went To The Kitchen To Eat A Snack, And Ate A Prince Who Had Been Turned Into A Sticky Bun. Now I Was Kiddnaped By The Royal Family And Now Am The Crown Prince Of This Dimension and Betrothed To A Beautiful Princess Who Hates Me." [Omg I hated that]

•he sent MC a Text to come to his room ASAP

• MC came pretty quickly, to his surprise.

•The first roll of thunder, Levi just got annoyed

•"It was not suppose to rain today." He complained, as he too does not like thunder storms.

•He turns to MC to see them just crouched down on the floor, ears covered and eyes closed tight.

•he seems to recall a conversation they had with MC when they were trying to make him feel better about being nervous.

•he felt a pain in his heart, MC told him of their fear of thunder, but never believed them.

• MC was so brave and strong, how could someone like that be scared of some loud noise?

•first, this boy panics

•It was about the 3rd or 4th roll of thunder that he had an idea

•He took his head phones, connected them to his PC, and started to play his favorite anime.

•he carefully placed the headphones over MC's ears and set them on the bed.

•he took a blanket and covered MC, then sat down and watched the anime with MC.

•he couldn't hear the anime, but he had seen it so many times he had it memorized.

•If the thunder could still be heard, MC got closer to Levi, which he didn't hate but...ya know

📚Satan📚

•He was tutoring MC when it happened, in the main hall.

•basically going over any questions MC had about the subject.

•at the first strike of Thunder, MC lost all focus and just used a book to cover their head.

•it was just a sudden reaction MC had, they knew this was silly, but it felt safe to them.

•Satan took pause, not really sure what brought this on all of a sudden.

•at the second strike, MC was now under the coffee table.

•Satan was smart, so he connected the dots pretty quickly.

•surprised someone like MC would be scared of something so trivial, but understanding none the less.

•he wants to continue studying, but cannot seem to lure MC out from under the table.

•he gets an idea, grabbing the blankets and pillows nearby

•the boy makes a pillow fort around MC

•"Fine, if you won't study up here, then we can study down here..." he says crawling in beside MC.

•brings pillows and blankets under the fort.

•MC was both comfortable and distracted from the thunderstorm

•did not take long before they were listening to audio books and getting cozy

•they both fell asleep cuddled next to each other

•Mammon big jealous

💕Asmodeus💕

•Fear is not an avenue that he often travels

•who could fear anything when an Adonis like him roamed the halls?

•MC stopped responding to his Devilchats, and he was feeling SUPER affectionate today.

•He would have skipped all the way down to MC's room and let himself in

•[all the brothers do this and it makes me heated 😤]

•"MC why are you ignoring me~♡" he would ask, but stop in his tracks when he saw MC in bed, completly covered by blankets and pillows.

•thinking this was a weird way of flirting, he sat on the bed and rubbed MC's back.

•when he felt MC was shaking, and hearing the fear in their tone made him think.

•was not until MC outright admitted they were scared of thunderstorms until Asmo [bless his heart] finally realized

•but, being the avatar of Lust, he had a better idea in mind.

•instead of MC being scared of thunderstorms, he would make them love thunderstorms

•[this is where it gets 🌟spicy🌟 so minors skip ahead]

•Asmo crawled under the blankets and cuddled with MC.

•if MC consented, then he would start kissing every part of MC's body

•which would lead to kissed on the mouth

•which would lead to making out

•which would lead to clothes being removed

•which would lead to....home run!

•Asmo would make it to whenever MC thought of thunderstorms, they would think of him

•which is...one way of handling a fear 🤣

🍔Beelzebub🍔

•it would happen when Beelz and MC were outdone a dinner date

•they both wanted to try this new Devildom all you could eat buffet

•Beelz would be the last to notice the thunderstorm.

•however he would quickly notice the change in MC's whole demeanor.

•Suddenly MC was not hungry and stiffened up.

•Even if he was more focused on eating, he could sense MC was scared...of what he didn't know.

•he wanted to continue eating, but he also didn't want to leave MC vulnerable.

•he decided to go and sit right next to MC.

•He leaned in close to MC

•"What's wrong? Is there someone scaring you? Does the food taste bad?" He asked

• MC wouldn't outright admit it at first

•"do you want to leave?" He asked, getting ready to hop out of the booth

•MC knew how much Beelz was looking forward to this, so they finally admitted that they in fact didn't want to leave, they didn't like thunderstorms

•It took the poor guy a second, but then he smiled ear to ear.

•"Oh, for a second there I thought you were having a horrible time."

• without much thought he took off his jacket and threw it around MC.

•how did his jacket smell like cookies? It was so warm too

• Beelz would throw his free arm around MC, the other was grabbing food

•"Okay, I liked this one...try a bite of this" he would say, now feeding MC tenderly.

•nothing is worse than being scared on an empty stomach!

•MC might even eat too much and start to doze off while Beelz was still nibbling

🥱Belphagor🥱

•imma be honest, he is smarter than he let's on

•there have been past thunderstorms Nd he had noticed MC acting strange at those times

•one night while Mc and Belphie were stargazing, it started to thunderstorm.

•What a way to ruin the mood

•now MC was flustered.

•evennif he was comfy, he got up and helped MC up.

•he would have escorted MC to their special attic space.

• crawled into the bed, and making sure that MC was extra comfortable.

•more pillows, more blankets, more covering and tucking.

•MC only protested when they had become a blanket burrito

•"Belphie, what are you doing?" Mc finally asked chuckling

•"Making you into the ultimate cuddle buddy. It's going to be a long night" he stated, now wrapping his limbs around MC, the blanket burrito

•MC laughed "I can't move!"

•"oh...you wanted to move?" He would ask, only shifting MC to one side to face him now

•"come on, what if I get hot?" Mc asked chuckling

•Belphie looked into MC's eyes

•"then I will happily undress you" he stated cuddling as close as he could "now...do you want to watch some Demontube?"

•knowing this would help MC fall asleep faster

•MC fell asleep peaceful, operation distract and replace worked

#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me #obey me shall we date

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shurelyasreverie · 3 years

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Uh uh! How about a injured/hurt reader x ahri? Like reader is a tanuki and usually shy and has a crush on her and Ahri knows that but she likes to play a bit with readers feelings but one day someone/something's is trying to attack Ahri and reader jumps into action to protect her (nearly death experience) And at that point she realized that she could lost the reader.....God what did I write there 😅. It can be a oneshot or Headcanon....what you think suits better! Reader can be female but it's also ok if it's gender neutral.

I really hope that's not too much.. or too specific!

Thanks for the request, anon! I'll let you decide the race of the reader (I don't exactly get the tanuki concept and I'm not sure how I feel about writing non-humanoid readers) but I hope you enjoy!

Ahri x Injured!Reader: True Feelings

You've always let Ahri string you along with her antics, but is there a chance Ahri loves you as much as you love her?

Word Count: 2166

T/W: Mild violence, death

In the fresh morning, you walked through the forest. Greeting the many animals and spirits that you passed, they would acknowledge you pleasantly in return. Finding a deer, you smiled as you patted their head. Settling in a clearing in the forest, the animals and spirits came to surround you. Such a pleasant start to the day, how could it get any better than this?

“Pet.”

Your hand stopped moving as the animals turned to look behind you, some of them immediately fleeing from the scene. Heart racing, you turned to look behind you. There, standing in all her glory despite being in the shadows.

“Ahri...”

“I need your help again,” Ahri stated and you swallowed.

“Of course,” you nodded. She smirked, already turning her back to you and you followed her. After taking a step, the deer took your sleeve by its teeth, sending you a warning look and a message of caution before you continued your way. As you walked out of the clearing, the animals and spirits cleared as well.

Catching up to Ahri, she pouted.

“What took you so long to come to my side, pet?”

“The entities of the forest are anxious,” you frowned. “You've made quite a name for yourself among the mortals, Ahri, and not a good name, either. Hunters are looking for you.”

“Let them,” she sighed in exasperation.

“Can't you stop what you're doing? Surely there's an alternative.”

Ahri sent you a stern look and you immediately averted your gaze. “You know I simply can't do that. We are similar but you should remember I'm not like you.”

Both of you were connected to the forests but what truly made you two stick together was your common ground in your lack of memories. You have no idea where you're from or where you originated. Any family you had must've abandoned you. However you found understanding in the forest. How the forest spirits danced along with you, at the natural cycle of life as the woodland creatures lovingly fostered their young. You understood your place and made this your home. The many creatures accepted you, you were now one with the forest.

But Ahri didn't. For whatever reason, she didn't see the life and love that surrounded her. Had she not felt any love when the icefoxes took her in? No, all she saw here was power. Magic that she learnt to manipulate to ease her prey into a fake sense of security before devouring their essence. It was only through their essence she could gain the moving emotions that you gained through the forest.

You hid in the shadows, looking away as you overheard Ahri sweet talk an isolated man by the edge of a local village. Complimenting his figure, using a seductive, sickly sweet tone in her voice as she worked her magic, you quelled your feelings of jealousy. Ahri never spoke to you like that, unless she was purely joking, laughing in your face every time you were charmed.

You then heard her attack and you grimaced, closing your eyes. Turning your back to her as she absorbed the man's essence and memories, you kept guard to make sure there were no onlookers. That was your role, you had been doing this arrangement with her for so long. But why? Why would you ever agree to letting her take the lives of so many innocent mortals?

“Pet, it was the most remarkable thing,” Ahri gushed as she appeared by your side. Taking your sleeve in eagerness, her fingers wrapped around yours, leaning into you excitedly. As you walked back into the depths of the forest, Ahri had a hop in her step. “He was so happy despite such a humble life. How I felt his mood elate whenever he saw his wife or kids. As much as I loathe taking such lives... it's so addictive...”

Ah... that was why. As you watched her smile softly, in a daze as she went back to memories that weren't even her own. Seeing such happiness on her face was why you always followed her.

You love her.

It felt special, being the only one that could follow her around. At first, you were almost certain that she was going to strike at you when you turned your back, absorbing your life source and memories but she never did. Instead, she found your use elsewhere, as a bodyguard who she managed to wrap around her little finger. You knew it, but you couldn't help it. Even if you didn't approve of what she did, if it's to see that smile... you'd do it all.

“You're quiet, pet,” Ahri observed with a smirk. “Come, amuse me. What's on your mind?”

“You should embrace the forest, Ahri. Maybe then you wouldn't have to feed on innocent souls.”

“Why must you always bring this up?” Ahri's ears twitched and her smirk immediately disappeared. “You know my answer, I tried and I failed. The spirits don't accept me like they accept you.”

“I just want you to be happy-”

“And? The memories of mortals make me feel the most ecstasy than just living each day here. If it's my happiness you're truly caring for, then you should approve of this.”

“That happiness is temporary. There is a happiness that is more, one that you can make yourself-”

“Know your place, pet,” Ahri seethed, her eyes narrowing. You held your head down in submission, your heart cracking as your face burned. You willed yourself not to cry as Ahri walked on ahead.

You heard Ahri deeply inhale and then exhale, her composure recovering. “Now, pet. Where shall we spend the rest of the day?”

Your mouth instinctively opened but you froze. Looking around, you noticed how desolate the forest had become. Where were the spirits? Where were the animals? Even the little animals that would scurry around the forest floor had disappeared. And then you saw it among the bushes. The malicious glint of metal.

A hunter was here.

An arrow was aimed straight for Ahri's heart. You yelled and she whirled around as the hunter emerged from the foliage, standing at full height as he released the arrow. You lunged, tackling her to the ground as the arrow flew towards her. As you hit the ground, Ahri got back to her feet, releasing her magic on the hunter. He fell to the ground. Ahri heard him choke out his final words. “Cursed fox...”

You let out a breath of relief but immediately grimaced as you felt a sharp pain in your chest. The shock was wearing off as you looked down, an arrow embedded between your ribs. Your torso felt warm as your clothes stained red, before eventually feeling numb.

You blinked to try and maintain focus as Ahri fell to her knees by your side. Your eyebrows furrowed, you had never seen her look so anxious before. Eyes wide, she searched your body, locking on your wound as she started to shake her head furiously.

“No, no, no, no,” she said to herself repeatedly. Too afraid to take the arrow out of you, she changed her position to at least give you comfort. She laid your head on her lap as she caressed your cheek. “Why?”

“Why, what?” you croaked.

“Surely there's a healing mage nearby,” she muttered, already trying to lift up your torso but you stopped her.

“We won't make it in time,” you admitted.

“Doesn't mean we can't try,” Ahri argued, only stopping when you coughed up blood. Her eyes looked like they'll almost pop out of their sockets. Tears welling in her eyes as her face contorted in melancholy. She used her fingers to gently wipe away some blood from your mouth. “Why would you do that?”

“Isn't it obvious?” You mustered a soft smile. “You already know that I love you.”

Your hand slowly reached up to try and touch her face. But you lacked the strength to make it, Ahri caught your hand and pressed her cheek to it. Her tears started to flow, they felt warm on your fingers. “How? I... I treated you so terribly... I've... I've used you...”

“I know a good soul when I see one,” you whispered, your voice was now unreliable as you choked through every word. “I'll be watching you up there.”

“Don't say that,” Ahri snapped, now sobbing into your hand. “Please, stay with me, (Y/N).”

You blinked for a second, almost failing to register what she said before your facial muscles relaxed into an easy smile. “You used my name...”

Ahri nodded hurriedly at your small burst of strength, your smile widening.

“I'm so... happy...”

Your final words were said with a sigh before your eyes closed, face falling. Ahri's tears stopped temporarily as she watched you for a few seconds. Softly calling out your name, you didn't stir. Then her tears came tenfold.

She let her tears fall on your face, pulling the arrow out of you and hurling it to the ground in disgust. The arrow that had taken your life... she'd rather it took her instead. Watching you for a few seconds, she tentatively brought her arms around your torso, pulling you into an embrace. She pulled your head into the crook of her neck as she cried into your hair. She didn't even do this when you were breathing... she had no right to hold you now. But now, she wanted to do all she didn't before. Why was she constantly pushing and pulling, keeping you on edge? Why did she never tell you...?

Looking up, Ahri's bloodshot eyes noticed a deer peeping out from the leaves. Ahri swallowed. She had never gotten along with the many forest spirits, she even felt a disconnect with the icefoxes that raised her. But they loved you... she knew that... would that be enough?

“Help me,” Ahri whispered and the deer tilted it's head. “If not me, then help (Y/N). Please. They're not-”

She couldn't finish her sentence. The deer slowly walked into the clearing, approaching Ahri. Leaning down to you, the deer sniffed and nudged your body with it's head. Ahri's grip on you tightened, refusing to let you go. Behind the deer, the animals and spirits started to emerge out into the clearing. Standing in a small crowd away from her, they were motionless, seemingly paying homage to you as some dipped their heads in respect.

“What are you standing round for?” Ahri screamed as her blood started to boil. Her grip on you only tightening in anguish. “Help (Y/N)! You care for them don't you?! They don't deserve this... you know that...”

The green orb of a forest spirit drifted to Ahri and her face hardened. Trying to swallow her pride and nerves, she gently lay you down in front of the orb. “Please... I'll give anything. Just let them breathe again.”

The emerald orb started to swell in size, glowing brighter and brighter until it was too blinding for Ahri to watch directly. Looking away, a flash of green light made her wince. Opening her eyes again, she immediately looked down to you.

You were breathing.

It was slow but shallow. Ahri lifted your bloodied shirt to see a fresh scar where your wound had been. Ahri regarded the forest spirit, now her tears being of joy.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm sorry for doubting or ever misunderstanding you, I-”

You stirred. Groaning under the light as you tried to open your eyes. Your gaze settled on Ahri who cast a shadow over you, heart immediately hurting as you noticed her dishevelled appearance. Wiping the tears off of her face with your thumb, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I... what happened? I thought I...” you looked down to see your bloodied clothes, but you felt no wound.

“The spirits of the forest love you,” Ahri whispered. “I daresay, almost as much as I do.”

You almost drew your hand back in shock but Ahri only smiled bitterly. “It's quite surprising, isn't it? Don't worry... I understand now.”

“Understand what?”

“The memories of so many mortals... how they feel so much fondness whenever they gaze at their partners. I understand it now.”

Careful with your torso, she slowly helped you up to your feet. She giggled at your furrowed eyebrows, jokingly pushing them up with her fingers. You shook your head. Did your temporary death really mean that much to her? Your heart soared.

“I can see you still doubt me,” Ahri held that teasing lilt in her voice again. Turning her back to you, she looked at you over her shoulder, offering you a hand. “How about I show you my true feeling instead?”

Taking her hand, you let her lead you deeper into the forest.

#oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #drabble #lol #league of legends #league of legends imagine #league of legends x reader #ahri #league of legends ahri #ahri x reader #x reader #self insert #y/n #drama #shurelyasreverie

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fivefeetfear · 3 years

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Chp 7!

This Chapter goes out to @spinelxreader for showing me this song!

youtube.com/watch?v=Cdo0lfWoqws

I absolutely love it! I hope yall like it! Please watch the video so you can have a better understanding of the vibe for the story!

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“5, 6,7, 8!” (Y/N) shouts from the front of the class. The short girl is currently running through a rigorous routine with her class for an upcoming musical for the Summer Festival that is approaching in a few months. And she wants the show to go perfectly.

“More energy!” she shouts, her eyes watching her students from the mirror in front of her as she too danced.

“Alexi pick up your feet! Topaz I better see that leg go behind your head!” she yells, at the gem and human. She saw them both nod as they fell in proper coordination with the large group. Good. The song then ended and the class strikes their individual poses. (Y/N) whips around with a wide smile as she places her hands on her hips.

“Ok that was good everybody! Give yourself a round of applause.” The (C/G) gem praised. Amber and the other teachers clapped with their students for a job well done. Rehearsal are now over, the class sat on the floor or couches mingling with their friends. (Y/N) looks at the clock on the wall, she might have time to run through a new routine she was working on quickly, but before she could even move, someone stopped her in her tracks.

“You’re really an intense teacher.” (Y/N) chest tightens when she heard the familiar accent that made her very gem swoon. The curvy being turns around to see Spinel standing there wearing a friendly smile on her face. She wore a similar outfit from yesterday and this time her hair was in her signature pigtails. Oh goodness, she looks so adorable!

“El!” The (Y/G) calls out happily hopping into the pink girl’s arms, wrapping her arms around the slender gem neck. Spinel squeaks at the sudden weight not expecting the embrace.

“Hey, Doll I see ya in a good mood bout somethin.” Spinel mentions her positive attire while wrapping her long arms around the petite gem form.

“Well I was in a good mood before but you made it better!” (Y/N) coos batting her long lashes at the magenta gem. Spinel face flushed a bright pink stumbling over her words not sure how to respond to that. She wasn’t used to be flirted with.

“Ugh, get a room you two!” Amber shouts teasingly from across the studio, a chorus of lighthearted laughter follows her comment from the students watching the two. The taller gem hides her face in (Y/N) neck causing the small gem t to laugh sweetly into her ear. (Y/N) unwraps herself from Spinel, grabbing her hands and pulling her to a nearby love seat. She tucks her legs under herself at sat Spinel beside her.

“So did you bring the poem?” she asks curiously. Spinel nod her head as she digs in her hoodie pocket and pulls out the folded paper. (Y/N) took the sheet, quickly unfolding it, and starts to read the neat hand writing on the sheet. Spinel sat nervously as she twiddled with her thumbs. She didn’t know anything about writing a poem. So she had asked the Crystal Gems for help. They were really kind and patience when she was struggling to write out her feelings.

The quiet nearly suffocated Spinel as her leg bounces anxiously. She really hopes she doesn’t scare off (F/N) with all her issues. Once (F/N) was done, her (E/C) eyes move their gaze from the paper to worry magenta orbs. Oh stars! Spinel felt her chest squeeze in anticipation worry what she might think.

“This is really good Ellie. It’s so real, it’s raw and....thank you for trusting me to read something so personal.” (F/N) reaches her hand out placing it on top of hers giving it a reassuring squeeze. Spinel released the breath she was holding feeling relaxed. Oh thank the Diamonds she didn’t freak her out.

“R-really?” The slender gem stutters out, she subconsciously flips her palm up and claps (F/N) hand. Their fingers easily laces together bring both female comfort.

“Yes! It is powerful, symbolic and dark. It will make a perfect song!” (Y/N) says as she taps her chin wondering how to start the process.

“A song?” Spinel inquires as she watches (Y/N) summon a pen from her gem.

“Yeah! Told you that yesterday, writing the poem was step one. The next step is turning it into a song.” (Y/N) explains as she slides onto the floor on her knees to write on the coffee table.

“So what’s your favorite genre of music?” The short gem asks ready to write down some notes. Spinel joins the girl on the floor; she places her elbow on the table humming in thought. She favored a lot of genres, rock has been her go too as of late, but there was another that has her whole gem.

“Well, it ain’t considered a genre, but I favor Electroswing. Amethyst introduced me to it about a year ago.” Spinel answers.

“Electroswing? What’s that?” The (S/C) gem asks her head tilts to the side.

“What!? Ya don’t know what Electroswing is?!”Spinel asks brows scrunched together in disbelief. (Y/N) shook her head slowly offering the spinel a bashful smile. Spinel hastily places her hands on the other girl's shoulders shaking her gently as she talks excitedly about her favorite thing.

“Swing is soooooo much fun! Ya do whateva ya want! Go wild, go fast or go slow! In swing there are no rules!” Spinel explains passionately with glittery eyes.

“You just explained the concept of every music genre ever, El.” The short girls say playfully rolling her eyes.

“Ya missin the point, swing is betta!” Spinel cracks back leaning in closer to (Y/N) face. Spinel could feel the fire ignite; the pink gem was ready to throw down when it came to talking about her favorite kind music. Swing dancing is one thing she knew she excels at without a doubt! She would bet her very gem on it. Swing always made her happy whenever she was down; it was her only coping mechanism on Homeworld. Nevertheless, it was hard to do swing alone; she couldn’t dance with the Diamonds and the other gems didn’t seem too into it. It saddens her that she couldn’t share the one thing she truly is passionate about with others. Spinel sighs softly as she leans back on her hands, she knew she could sweep (Y/N) off her feet with her abilities if given the chance.

Then an idea strikes her as she looks back over at the cute gem before her. Maybe this could be her chance.

“In fact.” She mutters with a mischief smirk as she stands up offering her hand to the small gem. (Y/N) took her hand and stood beside her with curious eyes.

“C’mon, let me teach ya how to swing Doll.” Spinel says winking at the girl, her accent rolling off each word. The short gems knees almost caved right from under her as an army of swarming butterflies erupted in her stomach. Oh? Where did this sudden burst of confidence come from? Just a second ago, she was a blushing mess! But now she was flirty? (Y/N) wasn’t complaining at all though, this is a side of Spinel she would love to explore more of. The tall gem led the two to the middle of the dance floor before explaining the art that is swing to the dance instructor.

“Ok, so swing has alotta dance styles. To name a few, there’s the Charleston, the Balbo and my personal favorite the Lindy Hop. We are going to learn how to Lindy Hop. So kick both your feet out like this…. Good, see simple.” Spinel coach’s as they stood side by side kicking their feet out slowly.

“Ok now go faster, and make sure to twist ya foot out. Amazing look at ya go.” Spinel complimented making the short gem blush, the two doing a few simple steps together.

“Now to add a lil flare, after ya kick, bring your knee-high while keeping the speed. Ayyyy, there ya go teach!” A few of the students that decided to hang around watched their teacher get her very own dance lesson. Spinel taught (Y/N) a few more steps, they slowly pieced them together to create a short routine. (Y/N) was having too much fun receiving Spinel’s undivided attention the whole time. There were moments when she did a step wrong just to have Spinel’s hands on her shoulder or hips to correct the error. After about an hour Spinel decided the (G/S) was ready.

“OK, now let’s try it with music!” the pink gem said as she the tugs collar of her sweater down to expose her perfectly heart-shaped gem. (Y/N) breath hitches in her throat when her eyes took noticed of defined collarbones and the top of her bra cups.

‘Get your shit together!’ She curses herself in her head. (E/C) hues watch Spinel summoned her phone from her gem and walks over to a student that sat beside a large radio.

“Play it when I say ready.” She instructs to the teen.

“Wait I’m not ready!” (Y/N) panics as Spinel approaches her. The pink gem rolls her eyes as she grabs the (G/C) gem hands into her own pulling their bodies close together.

“Oh stop that ya got this teach, just do it like I taught ya~.” She coos teasingly watching (Y/N) cheeks glow a bright (S/C). Satisfied with the reaction, Spinel rest one hand on (Y/G) hips, pressing their bodies closer together.

“Ready.” Spinel says over her shoulder to the student. The girl nods and presses the play button on the device to start the song.

one, two, three, take my hand and come with me

Because you look so fine

That I really wanna make you mine

I say you look so fine

That I really wanna make you mine

(Y/N) could feel her very core becoming putty in Spinel’s hands from the sudden buoyancy that radiant off the taller girl. (Y/N) never felt so nervous in her life and she was in a war! A devilish smirk spreads on Spinel’s lips as the pair sway in slow circles gazing at each other.

“See ya are doin fine, but the song is gonna pick up soon doll. Make sure you can keep up~.” Spinel whispers to her. Her words instantly brought out the competitive nature that burns within the short gem core. Her eyes sharpen teasingly at the suddenly arrogant Spinel. Two can play at this game.

“How about you worry about yourself, Ellie. Don’t forget I’m a teacher, I can dance circles around you all day.” (Y/N) says smugly with a triumphant grin. Spinel ‘oohh’ playfully before she cranes down her neck lower, her hand giving the curvy gems hip a rough squeeze. An insatiable jolt shots right up her spine as electricity tickles the inside of her gem. Fuck.

“If ya make that all day to all night, then I would love to schedule a private lesson~.” (Y/N) nearly lost her footing at Spinel words. Oh shit, that was smooth as fuck, seriously where is all this confidence coming from? Before (Y/N) could fully compose herself, she was twirled around as the song's tempo sped up as Spinel promised. Spinel danced with ease, knowing this song like the back of her hand having had heard it a million times. Finally getting a grip; (Y/N) followed Spinel’s lead, remembering the steps she had just learned.

Well I could see

You home with me

But you were with another man, yeah!

I know we

Ain't got much to say

Before I let you get away, yeah!

I said, are you gonna be my girl?

Spinel swung out the short gem out; letting her arm stretching a few feet before yanking the (Y/N) back to her. The (E/C) eyed gem coiled into the elongated limp back into Spinel’s embrace. With the use of her arm, the pink gem then whips the short girl like a top making her twirl something fierce. She looks like a small tornado! This made the slender gem laugh as she magically grasped (Y/N) hands from her cyclone state making her come to a complete stop. The dizzy (G/S) laughs as her head lolls from the rush.

“You ok darling?” Spinel asks the girl in her arms they spun in a slow circle.

“That wasn’t part of the lesson.” She says softly composing herself enough to fall into step with the pink gem. Spinel chuckles softly as she at the short girl with sharp eyes.

“Told ya to keep up.” She resorted humorously. (Y/N) snaps herself out of her dizzy daze and fell back into step.

Big black boots

Long blonde hair

She's so sweet

With her get back stare

Well I could see

You home with me

But you were with another man, yeah!

I know we

Ain't got much to say

Before I let you get away, yeah!

I said, are you gonna be my girl?

Spinel soon broke off from the partner routine to do her own thing, she stretched and twisted her body in a toony fashion. Her body fluctuating in ways one can only dream. The pink gem arms swung in every direction as her feet shuffles quickly. (Y/N) found herself standing still since she couldn’t even predict her moves. All she could do was watch in amazement as Spinel literally danced circles around her with her bright smile. I guess she had to admit defeat, Spinel out danced her and she wasn’t even upset about it. Seeing the The short gem loved the way her magenta eyes shine as she dances her heart out. (F/N) really could tell she was in the zone and not even showing off, the love of ones passion is so powerful it really can take you away.

The (H/C) gem watch as Spinel slides on her knees from across the class, stopping in front of her. Spinel easily sprung back onto her feet, her larger hand grabs (Y/N) left hand and whips her around to the tempo of the trumpet.

“C’mon suga, show me what ya got~.” She says spinning the girl out from across the floor. (Y/N) stood off to the side of the floor thinking what she could pull off successfully. Spinel did say she could do whatever she wanted. (F/N) takes a running start she easily performed various styles of layout flips across the floor. She then plants herself back onto the ground and rushes over to Spinel. The pink gem bends her knees to get low as (Y/N) flashes into her awaiting arms. Spinel smirks as she whirls around before tossing (F/N) high up in the air. (F/N) giggles loudly as she was launched upwards, she strike a pose when she reach her high point. As (F/N )began to descended back down, Spinel coils her arms securely around her waist and thigh to dip the (S/C) gem in a fish pose. The class gasped in amazement and fear as they saw (F/N) face was merely inches away from the floor. If Spinel would had miscalculated the time, the (G/S) would had smash her face against the hardwood floor.

The duo continue to freestyle . Spinel places the short girl right back up in front of her. (Y/N) presses her ass against Spinel’s front, grinding in a slow manner making the pink gem nearly drop to her knees. The feeling of (Y/N) soft ass rubbing up against her sex sent sparks of pleasure through the pink gem. The sensation nearly left her breathless. Spinel reaches down to grab her hips to keep the female in place; craving more of the new feeling but (Y/N) slips from her grasp. The short gem easily did a straddle split and slides between Spinel’s legs to get behind her. The taller gem whips around with heavy eyes as she stretches her arms out and yanks the (F/N) back into her.

“Tease~.” She purrs earning a giggle from the (Y/G).

“Keep up.” She quips back with a wink.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, c'mon!

I could see

You home with me

But you were with another man, yeah!

Sadly, the song was ending and Spinel wished they could do this a while longer. This is the most fun she ever had in a long while. But she is proud of herself for make it this far without collapsing from over stimulation, and she was determined to end strong too. The pink gem grabs onto (Y/N) hands and spins her a few times before swinging the girl down into a dip. Gathering all the confidence she had left, Spinel opens her mouth to sing the last few lines.

“I know we, ain't got much to say, before I let you get away, yeah!” The short gem’s chest tightens when she heard a brilliant voice ringing in her ears. Her gazes instantly morphing into shock to astonishment as Spinel sang the lyrics effortlessly. Holy fuck, she didn’t know she could sing like this!

The slender gem smirks at the girl’s starry-eyed expression; she slowly brought her back up to her feet, pressing their physiques close together. The pink gem stares down at her with hooded eyes as she uses her fingers to tilt the awestruck gem chin up. (Y/N) breath hitched in her throat at the action, her mind went blank. She couldn’t think and she couldn’t move. Her mind has finally reached its limit of surprises. From the events of yesterday, mixed in with dancing and singing became too much for her bare. All she could feel was the butterflies coming back with a vengeance.

“Uh, be my girl, be my girl, are you gonna be my girl? Yeah.” The hairs on the back (Y/N) stood on end as Spinel riffs out the high notes smoothly. Chills travel through her form, as she stood unmoving locked into place. Spinel smiles at the frozen female in her arms loving the fact she was able to leave her speechless for once. Spinel could feel her ego swell ten times it sizes, she very proud of her work. Then her cocky smile slips from her face when she notices a soft (F/C) glow around the short gems silhouette. Spinel raises an eyebrow as she watches her (H/C) hair slowly levitate in the air. The (C/G) girls was deeply enchanted by Spinel that her powers activated on their own, slowly lifting her off the ground. Spinel watched as the (F/N) slowly floats up towards the ceiling, clearly still in a trance. Well damn, she knew she was good but not that good. Spinel giggles cutely pleased to have this effect on her. She stretches her arms up tugging the curvy girl back down by her hands with a fond smile plastered on her lips.

“Ya doin ok darlin?” The taller gem askes when she placed the short girl back down. The roars of applause snapped (Y/N) out of her daze. Oh stars, did she really just blacked out? (Y/N) clasped her hands on her cheeks and buried her face back into Spinel’s chest whining childishly in embarrassment. The pink gem erupts into a belly laughter while she snakes her arms around (Y/N) a few times pulling her close.

“It’s not funny!” the short gem cries out making Spinel laugh harder.

“It’s a lil funny.”

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Omg this was so much fun to write !! I hope you guys enjoyed the fluffffffff!!!!

I hope yall liked it! I will be taking a break but I will be very much active on here!

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Sunshine - Finn Shelby

Request: Hello! I'm so glad that requests are open again, Your work is amazing!🙌 If I may request a peaky blinders imagine where the reader is new to Small Heath and is very kind and hopful about life. And she catches the attention of the Shelbys. Everyone surrounding the Shelbys always seems so negative and I wonder how they would react to seeing a literal ray of sunshine skipping through town. Please and thank you.

A/N: I made this a Finn x reader sorry.

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Finn stood at the cross-section of the lane, just out of the shadow that the cathedral in Birmingham’s city center was casting on that Sunday morning. The stained-glass windows mingled their colors with the shadows while Finn leaned himself against the side of a building, striking a match on the brick the way his brothers did and lighting a cigarette to keep himself occupied. It was a trick he had showed you, one night after a date when he’d walked you home along the cut. You hadn’t tried the cigarette he had offered you but you had tried striking the match across the brick wall, delighting when it was successful. He had been rewarded for his efforts in teaching you with a kiss.

The Sunday service was almost finished. Polly always went to these things and he had been forced into attendance when he was younger so he knew the usual time that was given to these morning services. Still, he felt a bit of antsy excitement waiting for you to come out of the church with your parents. He’d suffered the brunt of his brothers’ teasing early this morning when he came down, dressed in his nicest suit, ready to take the train into the city center.

He had met you only a few weeks prior, as your parents were working to open the store-front they had purchased in Small Heath. A bakery, well priced for the area, run by a small family from Camp Hill who had moved after the eldest son had passed away from long withstanding injuries, he’d acquired during the war.

“Must’ve been hard for your family.” Finn had mentioned to you once when you told him about your brother. And the other siblings you had who had passed. The last of seven, you were the youngest also.

“Mum says we’re never given more than we can handle.” You replied, a fleeting smile as you reached, however unladylike, for a scone. You’d brought a basket of scones for Polly and her family. Mostly because you had been looking for another excuse to spend time with Finn but also because you wanted to do something nice for them.

Arthur had been very receptive to the gift, grabbing one from the basket before you could even set them on the table. When Polly reached out to smack him Arthur skirted behind you, “I got work Pol, don’t be such a fucking nag.”

“Arthur!” Polly hissed, this time smacking him for real.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind, honest.” You insisted when you realized her upset stemmed from his cursing in front of you. Though you weren’t one to use foul language you had heard it plenty. Finn had cursed the very first time you met.

Like most of the other businesses in Small Heath your family paid a fee per month to the Shelby’s to keep the bakery safe. While it seemed unnecessary, they complied with the tradition, sending you more often than not to deliver payment to the Shelbys. Usually at their house but sometimes, if they were out, to the Garrison. The bar wasn’t your favorite place in Small Heath but you didn’t hate it, the noisy patrons could be funny when they weren’t riotous and the Shelby brothers were always good to you. Finn especially.

The moment you walked into the pub he would find you. Only on rare occasions was he in the private room with his brothers and not sitting with friends at one of the tables in the back. When he was with friends he would leave them, almost immediately, to find you at the door. Your bright smile a stark contrast to the pub you had just walked into. All the brothers found your effervescence an odd quality for someone living in Small Heath but each seemed to appreciate the optimism you carried. Finn more than the rest.

“Evening,” he was always right there to greet you, an arm around your shoulders (for protection, he so claimed) as he guided you through the crowd to the private room. He would wait outside while you went into the room to see his brothers and then, when you had finished, he would offer to walk you home. You had never turned down the offer.

“They’ve opened a cinema in Birmingham, in the city center. Have you heard?” Finn asked, casual conversation as he walked you home that evening. He was all nerves. How could someone so filled with sunshine render him more nervous than facing down a whole caravan of the Lee clan when Arthur decided once again to say the wrong thing.

“I saw the ad for it in the paper. I heard the seats are velvet cushioned.” You replied, the streetlamp catching the dreamy look in your eyes, “doesn’t that sound lovely?”

He nodded, took off his cap, and ran his hand through his short curls. This wasn’t going terribly but it certainly wasn’t going as well as he wanted. You were sweet, kind, a bit reminiscent of the wildflower he had seen growing up between the stones in the back alley of the betting shop. But did you like him too? This was how you always were but did it mean something extra to you when you were with him? Did you smile a little wider? He couldn’t be sure and that uncertainty scared him into silence as he walked you the rest of the way home and said goodnight. There would be no cinema date, at least not yet.

But when Sunday rolled around, and John admonished him for being a git when he chickened out, Finn resolved that he would get his answer. He took the train to the city center and he waited outside of the church you went to, watching the stained-glass shadows as they grew across the pavement. He smoked four cigarettes before you came out and was on his fifth when the bells rang and the doors opened and he watched you emerge, finally, from the church. Parents by your side, the three of you stopped at the priest to wish him well and thank him for the sermon he had provided. You were the first of your family to catch sight of Finn, who stood up straighter and tossed his cigarette the moment his eyes met yours. A wave and then a moment later you were speaking to your mother and pointing to him and she was smiling as if he was just another cute boy and not Finn Shelby, youngest son of the Shelby legacy.

“What a nice surprise!” You called, once in earshot. The tips of his ears tinged pink when you smiled and he felt almost like he was being praised for doing some extraordinary deed.

“I just came by to see if you might want to go to that cinema with me this afternoon?” He implored, hat clutched in his hands as he watched you.

“I would love to.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, a smile lighthearted enough to match your own.

“Yes.”

“Well, alright.” He offered his arm to you, the way he had seen more proper gentlemen do in London. Once your hand was tucked into the crook of his elbow he began in the direction of the cinema, telling you already that he was looking forward to spending the afternoon with you. Whatever effect your disposition had on him he was certain that whenever you were around he felt in a far better mood and he enjoyed the feeling. More than he was want to describe.

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busterkeatonfanfic · 3 years

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Chapter 16

The first week of December, Natalie arranged for a photographer to come to the Villa to take their portraits so that Beulah Livingstone could do a write-up in a magazine. The photos would be shared far and wide, showing the world Mr. and Mrs. Buster Keaton’s fairytale life in Hollywood.

Beulah thought it would be cute to set up a kid-sized Christmas tree outside of the boys’ playhouse. The boys were given wooden trucks and cars as early gifts. Buster and Natalie sat in folding chairs while the boys hung gobs of silver tinsel and ornaments on the branches. Bobby was too young to see the production for what it really was, but to his credit, Jimmy smelled a rat. He knew you didn’t trim a tree and get toys before Christmas Eve, and Buster watched him go mechanically through the motions of admiring the toys and decorating the tree. Buster, who had a hangover, found himself hating every contrived second. It wasn’t that he objected to getting pictures taken with the kids and Nate, it was the burlesque of it all. It was a Talmadge thing to do, a Peg thing to do, and he was just about sick of that. He didn’t like his private business in the public eye and he didn’t think it was good for the kids, either.

“Let’s get some of the mister and missus,” Beulah said to the photographer, after she was satisfied with the shots of the tree-trimming and toys.

“I’ll change then,” said Natalie. “Just a moment.”

“Why?” said Buster. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with what she was wearing, a triple string of pearls and a light green dress with a dainty bow at the neckline. Mostly, he just wanted to get rid of Beulah so he could get on with his day.

“Well I’d like to wear something a little nicer,” she said, giving him a smile that was a frown in disguise. “Well I’ll help you pick something then.”

Natalie didn’t look happy at this pronouncement, but there was no way he was sticking around to make small talk with Beulah. He took Natalie’s arm and strolled up the lawn with her and into the house.

“I would prefer you wait downstairs,” Natalie protested, as he followed her up the stairs to the west wing.

“Oh no,” he said. He was in a perverse, restless mood. “This is what husbands and wives do, help each other out, spend time together. Ain’t that what the magazine story’s about?”

“You are being cynical,” she said in a low voice, frowning at him. They went down the hall past the kids’ rooms and into her inner sanctum.

“Who, me?” He sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, feet dangling as Natalie disappeared into the vast room that held her clothing. She didn’t answer and he heard the sound of hangers being slotted around. He looked around the room. It was cool and fresh-smelling, its walls a light taupe and hung with portraits of the boys and her sisters. On a little table near a south-facing window, there was a framed photo of them on their wedding day. In the picture, he was holding his white cuffs and looking sidelong at Natalie, and she was laughing into the camera, the ribbons on her bouquet streaming to the ground. He didn’t remember the moment, but guessed he’d taken the cuffs off to make her laugh. He had loved making her laugh.

“Is it really all just for show?” he said.

“What?” she said.

He could hear the susurration of expensive fabrics. “The photos.” He meant the magazine photos, though it occurred to him that he could just as well have meant the photo on the little table.

“Of course not,” she said, her voice just on the side of too bright. She’d always been a bad liar.

He hopped off the high bed and walked to the doorway of her closet, if such a colossal room could really be called a closet. She had undressed down to a white silk slip over a girdle and looked alarmed at his appearance.

“Don’t lie,” he said.

Her lips tightened. “You know very well that I’m trying my best.”

Now that was absolutely a fib. Sometimes she’d let him get to second base, but he was just as likely to win his studio back as get a runner on third, and forget home base. He’d had that familiar itchiness lately, but he’d kept his vow in October to stay faithful, even though there were temptations aplenty at all the parties she dragged him to.

He closed the space between them and cupped her cheek. “C’mon. You know that isn’t true.”

“Buster, not now. Not like this.”

Her voice had a shrill edge and he realized with a deep, searing pain that he was frightening her. He hadn’t been trying to seduce her, he’d just wanted an honest answer out of her.

He withdrew his hand, looking at her incredulously. “You think I’d force you?”

She turned her head away, but he’d already seen it in her face. She thought him capable of a desperate, despicable thing like that.

“I just don’t care for it,” she said in a small voice.

He couldn’t believe it. “You think I’m such a beast, such a sex-crazed brute that I’d—”

“Stop it!” She turned back to him, her eyes flashing. “Stop it at once!”

“Stop what?” he said. “I ain’t doing nothing.”

“You know perfectly well what you’re doing!” she said. “I arrange for a nice day and ever since you got up this morning you’ve been determined to ruin it. Well, consider yourself successful.” She ripped a pink dress off a hanger.

“A nice day? Whose idea of a nice day? With that phony out there, Beulah?”

Natalie pulled the dress over her head and wriggled it down her hips, saying in a cold voice, “The children are enjoying it.”

“Jimmy isn’t. And Bobby’s too small to know better. You really want ‘em growing up this way? Thinking everything they do’s gotta be for show? That they get whatever they want whenever they want it? Christ, would you just think about it for a minute?” he said, now as angry as her as she was at him.

“Stop it!” she said. “Just stop it!”

“Not until we sort this out,” he said, standing persistently near her.

Natalie tugged the dress in place around her hips and reached back to do up her buttons. “I have nothing to sort out. You’re the one who started this whole business.”

“Oh, it was me who had the big idea about the separate beds, was it? Well that’s news to me,” he said.

Natalie huffed. “It’s back to that again, is it?”

“It’s not supposed to be like this,” he said.

She tilted her chin at him defiantly. “It wouldn’t be if you weren’t so obsessed with it.”

He’d never once been violent with her, but the remark made him want to strike her. Now he was the one who felt frightened. At any other time he would have argued that he wasn’t obsessed, but he didn’t trust himself. He stepped back from her. “You know what?” he said, hardly hearing his own words. “Go on ahead with Beulah, just you. I’ll see you later.”

Her protests followed him into the hall, but he didn’t turn around, still not trusting himself. He went out the front doors and walked straight over to Tom Mix’s, feeling pale and angry.

Tom was surprised to see him. “Long story,” Buster said, inviting himself inside. Tom seemed to understand and pulled a chair up for him in the kitchen. “Game of gin rummy?”

“Only if you’ve got the gin to go with.”

Tom rummaged in a cabinet and came out with a bottle, grinning.

“Good. We got ourselves a game.”

With a little gin and Tom for company, Buster was soon happy again—or if not happy, then able to forget the disagreement with his wife.

Nothing more was said afterwards about resuming their marital relations. They carried on as they had since Bobby was born. They entertained guests. He was home in time for dinner. They retired to separate wings at bedtime. On Christmas Day, the Talmadges bustled into the Villa with all their noise and gaiety and gossip, and he sat quietly back, playing the meek husband. Natalie gave him gifts and he gave some in return. That afternoon, he took the boys over to Myra’s house where the gifts were less extravagant, but they seemed nonetheless pleased with them and their decidedly unglamorous aunt, uncle, and grandmother.

Whether out of loyalty to her or a contrary need to prove her wrong, he stayed faithful to Natalie into January. She’d kicked him back to first base again. Even then, she never seemed to want to play ball. As the time to sign his contract with M-G-M drew closer, he wondered how long he could behave himself before he cracked.

Notes: Keep in mind that this is all just fiction, readers! I think Buster and Natalie look perfectly happy in the above image; he even has a half-smile on his face. As far as I have been able to tell, the picture was taken in December 1928 not December 1927, but I think it fits.

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scary-lasagna · 4 years

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Hey, could I have headcanons about how the boys became interested in they’re s/o? I’ve always wondered what set them “apart” or how they meet them. I hope you have a good day and that quarantine isnt driving you bonkers!

I would’ve totally done Masky and Hoodie/any others but I’ve already written too much lmao

Jeff

When out of his usual Friday night killing spree, he was caught off guard by a scream from outside rather than inside where he was currently doing the stabbing motions.

He was intrigued to say the least.

Jeff ventured outside, and upon seeing your frightened face, he knew he just had to make you scream a little bit more before landing a final blow.

He chased after you down the city streets, desperately trying to corner you like a cat chasing a mouse.

And then he saw how frail, how weak you looked as you cowered against the brick wall of the alley.

He wanted to toy with you before he killed you, so he dragged you home with him.

He was surprised, nonetheless impressed, with how quickly you found a way to stab him without a weapon.

You still ended up being dragged home by the killer.

He just couldn't bring himself to hurt you. You looked so beautiful b how your skin glowed, and the way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

And whenever he managed to get a smile from you proved his mood better for the rest of the day.

And instead of toying around and scaring you, y'all just kind of lived as roommates until you eventually grew feelings for him.

Ben

When Ben is bored, he likes sifting through webcam and security cameras from his hometown.

Or at least what he believes to be his hometown. He doesn't exactly remember, but some of the faces look familiar.

But everyone w sleeping at 3am, so there wasn't much entertainment for the elf.

And then there was you, a new resident who was raiding your fridge for yogurt, pudding, chocolate, Doritos, and whatever else you could find in the middle of the night.

Ben found himself watching you more than usual, contemplating if he wants to strike you as his newest victim or not.

But the Majora cartridge somehow found it's way onto your living room couch, along with a battered down N64.

You thought it was just one of your friends who put it there, a few of your close friends/family has a house key in case you ever get locked out.

What a nice house warming gift.

But what was not a nice house warming gift was the blonde fucker that climbed out of your television screen.

He found your reactions cute and funny, so he lingered around for a bit. He was a ghost, it's not like you could attack him or anything.

But honestly?

You felt yourself vibing with him, and you found yourself becoming good friends, and eventually more than that.

Eyeless Jack

What Jack thought to be a midnight snack was actually a start to his random act of kindness for the day.

You wore a necklace to bed that night, something you thought would never make you cross paths with Death himself.

It got caught on your Smartwatch, tangling and twisting around the face until you woke up gasping for empty breaths of air.

Jack hopped through the window just in time.

As if it were his instinct, he was quick to break the necklace and rip it off of your neck.

By this time you were fading out of consciousness.

A pair of hands held the back of your neck, and a gaze of darkness inspected your breathing.

You awoke to a very rough jostling, a metallic smelling finger going as far as opening one of your eyelids.

When you start coughing the stranger steps back silently, cocking his head to the side as he watches you recover.

Why this man was in your room you had no idea, but you were very grateful that he was here when he was.

The silence between the both of you was thick. His prying eyes were observing you, and it sent goosebumps along your skin despite the sweat clinging to your skin.

And then he took out a knife, or was it a surgical tool? You had no time to double-check because you were already chasing him out with a tennis racket that you KNEW how to use.

He came back though, perched on your windowsill like an unwanted cat.

"Do you want to come in?" The man in black slowly nodded.

"Do you want to hurt me?" A hesitation, but nonetheless he shook his head side to side.

He observed you once you allowed him entry, not really making effort to talk except, "You smell nice." Which made you sweat nervously.

With more interaction, you noticed that he's not /too/ weird, and he's very intelligent with a side of sarcasm.

You started to grow fond of the way his body loomed over yours, and the way his teeth poked over his lips with he smirked.

Toby

Toby was severely injured in the woods, practically left there to die by whoever was deemed to be his attacker.

But lucky you, you stumbled upon the serial killer when on your way home from work.

You thought the glowing eyes reflecting off of your headlights were those of a wounded animal, but it was worse than that.

This boy was absolutely covered in blood. There's no way he'd survive out here alone, taking that he's already passed out from blood loss.

You drag him to your car, not caring about the blood on your seats. You patch him up to the best of your ability until you can find a hospital.

But a gasp from the backseat says otherwise, frantically pleading to stop the car.

" I-I-I can'- I can't go to the doc-doctor! Please!!"

"Dude, you're bleeding everywhere, you need help."

"Not all of it is my blood."

That made your tires screech, nearly sending Toby into a panic attack. Flashbacks of a certain car crash keep trying to wiggle its way to the front of his mind.

And then he passes out again.

You don't want to be involved in any type of murder, plus you have no idea what this dude's story is. He could've been helping people that got injured? Hopefully?

It's not like you can just leave him on the side of the road somewhere.

You brought him home and nursed him back to health to the best of your abilities (and google).

He didn't have any interest in you at first, he was more focused on returning home. Toby even debated killing you a few times, and right when he had the hatchet raised, "Toby are you covered up? It's getting chilly."

Toby lolls his head back, letting his forearms meet his forehead and still limply hold onto the hatchet.

Every time he attempts murder, you always seem to have something nice to say. And eventually, you start to remind Toby of his late sister.

You cared about him, which is not something that happens often to the ticing brunette.

After catching feelings, you're not able to get rid of him unless you kick him out of the car like a lost puppy.

So, he'll just have to stick around for a little while longer, cuddling on the couch as you watch Disney films.

#anon #anon convo #ask

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tanzen-neko · 4 years

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Freefall (Gavin x MC)

MLQC

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, brief mention of blood.

Fluff inspired by “Free fall (ft. RUNN)- Ilenium and Gavin’s “Your Voice” call.

It was late, and getting later. There was still no sign of Gavin. She bounced on the balls of her feet outside his apartment door, listening to the city clock chime midnight; the witching hour. Yet the only one who seemed to bear witness to its dark enchantment was her. Everything in the city seemed to be blanketing in stillness, and quiet. Normally, she would enjoy it, but not tonight. Tonight it just fed into her swirling thoughts and scattered pulse. Where was he?! She sat down in front of his door, the cold tile seeping through the thin summer dress she wore. She shivered slightly, and rubbed her arms to try and warm herself. She knew it was in vain; the coldness came from within her. She took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly in an effort to calm herself. Taking out her phone again, she stared at his number debating on ringing it again. She knew he wouldn’t answer, that only his voicemail with its short, terse “This number is unavailable” would hear the frantic notes in her voice. And no matter how she ranted and raved at the cool unattached voice at the other end, Gavin would not magically appear and reassure her. After looking at his last text, (a short message telling her he was due back tonight) she closed it, the locking noise echoing through the empty hallway. It had only been hours since his call, but it felt like years. She always worried about Gavin when he went on missions, that was nothing new. But he had never called her when he was injured. She blamed it on his chivalrous nature. He had seemed to make it his life goal to shield her from the less than savory aspects of his job, shrugging off his scattering of new cuts and scrapes as nothing, not realizing that each time he was hurt, her heart broke a little more. Even she herself seemed to have been unaware of the extent of her worry. Gavin was a pillar of strength to her. Something to be fawned over, but never fretted about. Her closest friend, and confidant, she had seemed to take it for granted he would always come back to her. But when he called her after his brush with death, she hadn’t been able to concentrate on her work. He had just sounded so tired, so worn out. She had never heard him like that before, and the worry had gnawed at her until the point that Anna herself had told her to leave for the day, her sympathetic smile grating on her already tender nerves.

“He’s fine, you know,” she had blurted out hotly at her. Immediately she had felt her face flush in embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to snap at Anna. She just couldn't stand that look. A look that all but stated he was gone. Anna had looked startled and took a step back before recovering the smile on her face.

“I’m not saying otherwise, dear. I just think maybe you should take a break. You’ve been working nonstop since he’s been on this mission. I think it’s time you faced your own feelings.”

And with a gentle pat on her arm, she had left her desk.

She snapped back to the current time, chewing her bottom lip. All on her walk home, she had thought about Anna’s departing words. Her own feelings? What had she meant? But even as she pretended ignorance, that voice in her heart had whispered the words she was afraid to say out loud. She liked Gavin. No, she loved Gavin. She loved him with every fiber of her soul. Being with him was like free falling into an endless abyss; petrifying, but oh so exhilarating. Every second she was with him, she felt alive. His smile, his frown, his awkward way of covering his mouth when he was nervous had painted itself on her soul until she was bathed in his colors. When she closed her eyes at night, his bright ember ones were the ones that helped her drift to sleep. When she felt insecure, his confident voice telling her she could do anything ran through her head. And whenever she felt stressed or bogged down by the day, she caught herself scrolling through photos she had captured of their outings on her phone, often laughing at Gavin’s shy aversion to smiling for her camera. He was truly the dearest part of her life. Why had it taken her so long to admit it? For that matter, when did the change creep upon her? Maybe it was after Minor’s multiple hints, or the way he emphasized her discovering the contents of the bloodstained letter from all those years ago. To this day whenever she brought it up to Gavin, he would rub the back of his neck, and tell her it didn’t matter. But it did, and she often found herself fantasizing about what he could have written and if their lives would be different if she had read it. Though she knew there was no use in it, she wished that she had gotten to know Gavin back then. But there was no point in dwelling in the past. She usually was a firm believer in that idea, but as usual, Gavin managed to stir up questions in her heart she tried to ignore. Well after his call, she had decided that she would no longer ignore the tingling she felt when he gripped her hand, or the way his eyes would cause the blood to rush straight to her head when he stared at her for longer than a second. She wouldn’t have called herself a coward, and she wasn't about to start now. So squaring her shoulders, she sat firmly against the back of his apartment door, vowing to stay as long as it took.

The ding of the elevator and the sound of two deep male voices jarred her awake. She must have fallen asleep waiting for Gavin to come home. With a quick glance at her phone, she saw that an hour and a half had past. The men were coming further down the hallway, and her heart leaped in her throat when she recognized one surly voice as Gavin’s. Hopping up, she tried in vain to smooth out all the wrinkles in her dress. Frantically, she tried to fix her hair, and fumbled with her purse, trying to strike a pose that didn’t scream “Oh hey, I’ve been sitting and sleeping outside your door for awhile now even though you told me not to worry.”

“Eli, I told you I’m fine. Leave me alone, for God’s sake.”

“Tsk, tsk, Gavin. You’re in a foul mood for someone who should be thanking me for helping your sorry ass home.”

“I told you, I don’t need your damn help, Eli, I could have made it on my own.”

Oh really, is that why I had to help you-”

The two had made it around the corner, and Eli stopped talking in surprise at her presence. Gavin tried to break away from Eli who had his arm wrapped around his side in order to support him. He let out a slight grunt of pain, and she stepped forward, afraid of him falling. It was when she got up close that she could see just how tired they both were. With ripped uniforms, untucked shirts lacking ties, and muddied gear, it was clear that this mission was harder than most. Even Eli’s normally well coiffed hair was sticking up in disarray. He was still in better shape than Gavin was, however. Up close, she could see the scruff that had grown on his face while he was away, and the weariness in his amber colored eyes. Gavin stared at her, disbelief mixing with disapproval.

“What are you doing here so late? Have you been out here by yourself?”

“ I, I haven’t been here long.” She pinched herself slightly for the lie. “And I’m here because, well..” She trailed off, suddenly feeling shy. Gavin still stared at her expectantly, the frown on his face making her feel like a student in the principal’s office. Eli looked back and forth between the two of them, a look of realization dawning on his face. His face broke into a smile that he tried to hide by clearing his throat.

“Well, Gavin. I can see you’re in great hands, so I’ll be on my way. Take as long as you need to heal up. I’ll handle the paperwork.” He glanced at her, a mischievous light in his eyes. “Take care of my partner for me, will you.” She felt herself start to blush, and she nodded her head, rubbing her arm. He shot a wink at Gavin, before making his way back to the elevators.

She and Gavin stood there for a moment in silence, both unsure of how to break it. Finally, he sighed. “Well, you might as well come in. It’s much too late for you to try and get back tonight.” He shuffled to his door, and she stepped aside quickly, suddenly feeling self conscious for the first time ever in his presence. He unlocked the door, kicking his shoes off barely before he made it to the entrance before switching on the kitchen light, bathing his apartment in a soft glow full of shadows. She had been to his apartment only once before, and quite briefly. Gavin kept a pristine look, clean and efficient, but it lacked comfort and style. She made a mental note to take him to pick out a few plants or pictures to help brighten up the space before she set down her phone and purse and opened the door to his fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of water for Gavin. He was reclining at an awkward angle, eyes closed.

She cleared her throat slightly to get his attention, and passed the water to him. Grunting out his thanks, he made quick work on it, and she felt herself mesmerized by the bobbing of his Adam's apple. She looked down, taken aback by the wave of lust that seemed to hit her as she stood in his presence. She had always thought Gavin was an incredibly handsome man, and sure sometimes she caught herself staring at his rear sometimes (all those squats paid off), but she had managed thus far to chalk that down to nothing more than appreciating a good looking friend. She could almost see Anna shaking her head in disapproval at her in her mind’s eyes.

“Yes, yes, I’ll admit it”, she mumbled to herself in irritation.

“ What was that?” Gavin asked. She started in surprise. When had he stood up?

“I said uh, less moonlit sits! I mean, I haven’t gone out for night walks since you’ve been gone.”

Gavin was still giving her a weird look, so she struggled to find a change of topic.

“Uh, should I get the shower running for you? I know you probably would like to bathe.”

Gavin shook his head before limping over to grab another bottle of water, grimacing when he bent down to grab it from the fridge.. He leaned against the counter, the shadows under his eyes almost like bruises.

“I was able to get a shower in at the hospital. Just didn’t think walking around in a backless hospital gown would have gone unnoticed.” The corner of his lip quipped up in a slight smirk, and she found herself chuckling at the thought of Gavin on Sparky, gown blowing in the wind as passerbys stared in astonishment.

“Hey don’t laugh,” he fussed, ears turning red as he covered his mouth. She waved her hands in denial, still unable to get the image out of her head.

“I’m not, I’m not! I’m sure you would still look very dignified Officer Gavin,” she said with mock seriousness. Gavin let out a “humph” of disbelief. There was a pause of silence, but as usual, it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. That was one of the things she liked, no loved, about Gavin. There was no awkwardness with him. It was like all the years of no contact, and the misunderstandings of high school had melted away the first time they reunited. She realized throughout their time together that he also never faulted her, or held her preconceived notions about him in the past against her. If anything, he was apologetic, as if the faux pas was caused by him and his rough approach to things. Gavin let out a yawn, and she felt a rush of shame. Here she was holding up his time, and he was too polite to say anything. What she had to say could wait; right now she needed to get him to bed.

“Gavin, I’m so sorry! I know you’re tired, and here I am holding you up. Please, let’s at least get you to bed.” She knew he was tired when he didn’t put up a fight. He just put down his half finished water bottle, and nodded, wearily at her. She made her way over to him, and held out her arm. Gavin looked at her questioningly.

“Lean on me. I’ll help you to bed.”

I can make it on my own. Besides, you’re half my size.” She straightened her back, resolutely.

“I’m not spun glass, Gavin. You of all people should know that. Now, lean on me.” Ears turning red again, Gavin tentatively put some of his weight on her shoulder, his other arm coming around her for support. She felt his warmth practically burn through her dress, and her heart started pounding in her chest. She had been closer to him than this before, but as they made their way to his bedroom, she couldn’t help the blush that started to creep up her neck. Maybe it was due to the fact that she had never been in his bedroom before. She helped him down onto his bed, and in an effort to look everywhere but his face, turned on the bedside lamp. She couldn't help but smile at the bare room. Like the rest of the apartment, Gavin’s bedroom was in the same utilitarian style. Besides the plush duvet on the bed, or the hickory desk set, there wasn't more in the way of creature comforts. Gavin began to unbutton his shirt, and he let out a curse. She rushed over to him, and slapped his hands away, gently.

“I’ll do it. Please just relax.” Gavin’s hands fell to his sides, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as she slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. She could smell the antiseptic and the clean scent of soap. It seemed that as each button became undone, the tension in the air became more and more unbearable. She felt like she was holding her breath and forced herself to exhale. Too quickly (or not quickly enough, she wasn’t quite sure which one), his shirt was undone. With a bit of a struggle, she helped him remove it, Gavin grimacing in pain as he pulled it off. She stared at his chest, and for once wasn’t caught up in the beautiful display of his muscle. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the bandage covering his chest. It was right over his heart, and covered the span of his ribs. Already he was bleeding through, the tinge of blood almost jarring against the pristine white of the wrap. It needed to be changed already, and she tentatively touched the bandage. It became blurry before her eyes, and it took several blinks before she realized she was crying.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I’m ok. I promise it looks worse than it is.” Gavin’s words were meant to comfort her, but instead she began crying harder. She couldn’t help it. What if he had been injured worse? Or better yet, what if he had died? He would have left this earth never knowing just what he meant to her.

“Gavin, I…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence. “You could have been hurt so much worse.”

He reached out his fingers, and clumsily tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. His calloused fingers sent tiny sparks against her cheeks. She sniffled, chagrined by her tears.

“Sorry. You’re the one hurt, and I’m crying like a baby.” She tried to shake Gavin’s fingers away, but he just cupped her cheek, instead.

“You don’t ever have to apologize to me. I’ll always be around to take care of you.” She grabbed his hand, and dropped a kiss across his scarred knuckles. Gavin stilled. She made up her mind right then and there. She wouldn’t leave his room until he knew how she felt.

“Gavin, you always take care of me. For once, for once let me do something for you. She clambered off of the bed, and went to his bathroom to look for his medical kit. After rummaging under his sink, she came upon it. She made her way back to the bed, and ignoring Gavin’s protests, she set out to change his dressing. When she uncovered it, and saw the blood leaking out of his angry looking stitches, she felt a wave of dizziness come over her. She fought it off, however, and after cleaning it as gently as she could, rebandaging it. She secured it back underneath his ribs like the first bandage. She set back a little to admire her work, setting the kit on his bedside table.

“I know it’s not as good as the hospital’s but… It’s not too tight is it?” Her fingers begin to trail around the top of the bandage again, but this time she managed to keep the tears at bay. She drifted up higher, and ran them gently over the scar on his collarbone. She felt herself wishing that she had been there to take care of him when he got it, or any of the collections of scars he had. Making a promise right then and there to be there for the next one, she leaned forward and dropped a kiss on it. His flesh was hot underneath her lips, and she darted her tongue out to trace it. Gavin’s breathing picked up, and she could feel his heartbeat as she nuzzled his scar.

“What are you doing?” he asked hoarsely, muscles tensing up.

“Shhh. I’m taking care of you.” She grabbed his hand, and gave the scars along each of his arms the same treatment. And as each kiss touched his skin, Gavin’s muscles became more and more relaxed. It felt like some tightly wound knot in his heart was slowly loosening with each caress. But though the knot was loosening, his pants seemed to be doing the opposite. He had dreamt of her kisses on his skin for so long, and now that it was happening, he didn’t have the strength to stop his body from reacting.

She shuffled herself down the bed to his stomach, and dropped a kiss along his scars there. She could feel Gavin’s abs flexing underneath her tongue as she ran it along them. His breathing was coming out almost in pants now, and she heard him exhale sharply as she dropped wet kisses in a trail to the cluster of scars at his hip that always drove her crazy whenever his pants would ride low. She had wanted to kiss them for longer than she cared to admit. And as she ran her teeth lightly against them, Gavin let out a strangled groan. She did it again, and his hips involuntarily jerked against her slightly as he let out another whimper. She shifted herself and sat up to look at Gavin. His amber eyes almost glowed in the darkness, the burning mix of lust and yearning tinged with a hint of confusion piercing her to her very core. He pushed his hair out of his face, and looked away.

“______?” her name coming out in an almost soundless whisper. “Why?” She chewed her lip, suddenly nervous and afraid. What if Minor was confused? What if all this time together was just him being a good friend to someone being swept up in a story bigger than herself. But even if that was the case, she promised herself she would tell him.

“I did it because I came to a conclusion today. Helped along by Minor and Anna. Gav, I, I love you. I love you so, so much. And if I’m honest, I think I’ve loved you for a while now. I’ll admit when you first came back around, I was scared of you.” She looked down, and rubbed her arm, sheepishly.

“All those rumors in high school, and the blood stained note, I never made an effort to talk to you. And I’m so so sorry about that. I just…” she trailed off, still upset with her past shelf for behaving the way she had. Gavin was silent for a beat. Suddenly, he grabbed her and pulled her to his uninjured side into a tight hug. She struggled a bit, worried about his bandages. As if reading her mind, Gavin ran a hand through her hair.

“It doesn’t hurt right now. Just, just let me hold you for a moment ok? Just for a little.”

Heart pounding, she relaxed and tentatively put her arms loosely around him. She loved the warmth of his body, the distinct comfort it always seemed to bring her. She breathed in his crisp, clean smell, and felt her heart slowly begin to resume a normal tempo. This was the effect he always had on her. Once in his arms, it seemed like there was never any problem she couldn’t overcome. There was something about his presence that just kept her grounded and calm. Gavin continued stroking her hair, and she felt her eyes begin to drift shut. The stress and worry, and then the sweet relief of being able to tell him how she felt hit her all at once. “Just for a few minutes more”, she thought. But before she knew it, she was sound asleep. Gavin heard her snoring softly, and chuckled to himself. Moving inch by painstaking inch so as to not wake her, he scooted his body down so that he was laying comfortably on his bed.. She let out a soft sigh before she snuggled closer to him. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head, the injury almost forgotten in lieu of her revelation. Belatedly, he realized he never said he loved her back, but that could wait. For now he whispered it softly in her ear before he closed his eyes, a soft smile of pure contentment on his face for the first time in a while.

#mlqc gavin #mlqc #mlqc bai qi #mlqc fluff

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3rdgymbros · 4 years

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𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓪 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓿

𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Name: Anastasie

Actual Name: Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia ; Anastasia Romanov

Nicknames: Ana

Gender: Female

Birthday: 18 June

Star Sign: Gemini ; Ox

Height: 157 cm

Weight: 50 kg

Eye Colour: Bright blue

Hair Colour: Strawberry blonde

Homeland: Russia

Family: ??

Vampiric Type: Pureblooded Vampire

Quote: “There have always been lines separating me from the rest of the world, whether they were satin ribbons or iron rails.”

𝓕𝓾𝓷 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓼

Dominant hand: Right

Favourite Colours: White, silver, gold, pink

Favourite Food: Honey milk tea, anything Sebastian makes, fresh cream, desserts

Least Favourite Food: Anything too bitter

Likes: Animals (Vic especially), cafe-hopping, cold weather, snow, stuffed animals, dolls, being spoiled by Comte, long baths

Dislikes: Loud sounds, guns, knives, violence in general, studying, being cooped up in the house, nightmares

Hobbies: Collecting hair ribbons, sewing clothes for her dolls, knitting, going for long walks, riding, comparing sweets from different cafes and restaurants, star gazing, cloud watching, watching sunrises

Special Skills: Climbing trees, jumping onto rooftops to travel across Paris, dancing

Love Interest: Undecided

𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼

Style: Her casual style is fairly fancy and feminine, with muted or dark tones. She is particularly fond of wearing modest, gothic style outfits, with frills and ruffles and ribbons. She has shown a fondness for white dresses, and most of her wardrobe consists of them. She wears either ballet flats on her feet or low-heeled Mary Janes. During colder weather, she tends to wear furs and coats.

Accessories: A pearl necklace hangs from her neck.

Hair: Her hair is strawberry blonde and falls in soft ringlets to her waist. Her bangs just reach her eyes, and parts of her hair are pulled back in braids, away from her face and secured with a hair ribbon at the back.

Makeup: None.

Body type: Slim and slender as a willow. Small hips, breasts, and thighs. Unnaturally graceful.

𝓥𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓼

Songs to describe her: Once Upon a December by Liz Callaway ; Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift ; Stay Alive by Rie Takahashi

Voice actress: Horie Yui ( specifically, her role as Kushina Anna in K Project )

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪

Personality: The youngest member of the mansion, Ana is an introvert by nature and can come off as being shy and closed off to those unfamiliar with her. Compared to the louder and more eccentric members of the mansion, Ana is conscientious, polite, and quiet, behaving with perfect manners most of the time. She can have a sharp tongue as well, murmuring pointed insults under her breath with a perfectly straight face; of course, in a house full of vampires, her comments do not go unheard. There is a kind side to her as well; Ana is observant and can tell if one of the residents is having a particularly bad day, in which Ana will bring them their favourite food to make them smile again. She blushes easily and stammers when she is complimented.

She is surprisingly insecure about her lack of memory, which troubles her immensely, especially since she cannot remember anything in her past, only vague impressions and fleeting sensations that leave her with a sense of unease, and also, a lingering sadness that haunts her.

Surprisingly, she has a sharp streak of mischief and is prone to causing havoc in the mansion when the mood strikes her; most of the time her pranks are pinned on someone else, much to her delight at having managed to evade punishment. She is also quick to agree when other residents ask her to help in their schemes.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Strengths: Independent, kind, straightforward, observant, calm, self-controlled, thoughtful, brave

Flaws: Mischievous, seemingly indifferent, non-violent, solemn, rebellious

𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽

Anastasia Romanov hails from Russia and is the youngest daughter of the Romanov family, a family of pureblooded vampires who once ruled over humans. When the humans rose up against them in rebellion, the family was forced to flee from their castle. In the chaos and confusion, Anastasia was separated from her family and was supposedly shot and bayonetted to her death by the angry mob. However, she would awaken once again, only to find herself staring up into Comte’s golden eyes, and herself void of all her memories. Comte would later bring her to his mansion, where she would spend her days in the company of other famous men in history. However, she still cannot remember any of her past and believes that she was turned by Comte into a lesser vampire, and Comte has not corrected her.

𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼

Comte de Saint-Germain: Comte was the one who found and saved her; Ana was reportedly found by him, bloodied and dazed and refusing to speak for days. As Ana puts it, “The only face I can remember from my past is his.” The normally impassive Ana adores him, visibly brightening up in his presence, and their relationship is similar to one of father and daughter. Comte is equally guilty of spoiling her, bringing her along on his trips and taking her for outings whenever he is free. He has also kept her largely sheltered from her past.

Leonardo Da Vinci: She feels a certain kinship and connectedness to him; this is due in part to both their statuses as pureblooded-vampires. If not found with Comte, Ana can most likely be found with him. Ana likes him almost as much as she loves Comte, and is even willing to climb trees to pluck apples for him to eat.

𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓪

She hates doing schoolwork and has climbed trees to avoid her tutor, Isaac. Ana has also reportedly tried to bribe him with apples and Comte’s money so that he’ll raise her grades or let her off the hook for the day.

In terms of speed, she’s the fastest vampire at the mansion.

She can do her own chores and tries to help Sebastian with his work.

Ana has tried making clothes for Vic and King, and has the two dogs model her clothing when she feels bored.

She sometimes calls Vic “Jimmy” by accident, but has no idea why.

Lately, she’s been having trouble sleeping as bad dreams keep her awake.

Like Comte, she can also be protective of the residents in the mansion.

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ltbroccoli · 3 years

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✩ !!

the ultimate relationship tag ( selectively accepting // @galaeus )

Disagreements:

WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO RAISE THEIR VOICE? Echo. WHO THREATENS TO LEAVE BUT NEVER ACTUALLY DOES? Neither. WHO ACTUALLY KEEPS THEIR WORD AND LEAVES? Neither. WHO TRASHES THE HOUSE? Probably Reg. DO EITHER OF THEM GET PHYSICAL? Not likely. HOW OFTEN DO THEY ARGUE/DISAGREE? Not very often. Reg has a tendency to keep things bottled up so he’ll just ignore conflicts until they hit a boiling point. WHO IS THE FIRST TO APOLOGISE? Reg.

Sex:

WHO IS ON TOP? They switch. WHO IS ON THE BOTTOM? They switch. WHO HAS THE STRANGEST DESIRES? Reg. ANY KINKS? Reg would like to pin her down and possibly tie her up (depending how she feels about it). WHO’S DOMINANT IN BED? They switch. IS HEAD EVER IN THE EQUATION? Often! Reg likes going down on her. IF SO, WHO IS BETTER AT PERFORMING IT? They’re both pretty good. EVER HAD SEX IN PUBLIC? They’ve been known to duck into some closets at the Academy. WHO MOANS THE MOST? Reg. WHO LEAVES THE MOST MARKS? Echo. WHO SCREAMS THE LOUDEST? Reg. WHO IS THE MORE EXPERIENCED OF THE TWO? Neither! They were each other’s first. DO THEY ‘FUCK’ OR ‘MAKE LOVE’? Both? Both is good. ROUGH OR SOFT? Depends on the mood, but tends towards rough. HOW LONG DO THEY USUALLY LAST? Decently long. IS PROTECTION USED? Whatever the Federation birth control is, probably. DOES IT EVER GET BORING? No. WHERE IS THE STRANGEST PLACE THEY’D HAVE SEX? Maintenance closets.

Family:

DO YOUR MUSES PLAN ON HAVING CHILDREN/OR HAVE CHILDREN? Reg would love to have kids, if Echo is interested. IF SO, HOW MANY CHILDREN DO YOUR MUSES WANT/HAVE? 2-3 seems like a good number. WHO IS THE FAVORITE PARENT? Reg is a big softie. WHO IS THE AUTHORITATIVE PARENT? Probably Echo. WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO ALLOW THE CHILDREN TO HAVE A DAY OFF SCHOOL? Reg. WHO LETS THE CHILDREN INDULGE IN SWEETS AND JUNK FOOD WHEN THE OTHER ISN’T AROUND? Reg. WHO TURNS UP TO EXTRA CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES TO SUPPORT THEIR CHILDREN? Both of them. WHO GOES TO PARENT TEACHER INTERVIEWS? Both of them. WHO CHANGES THE DIAPERS? Both of them. WHO GETS UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO FEED THE BABY? Reg. WHO SPENDS THE MOST TIME WITH THE CHILDREN? Both of them. WHO PACKS THEIR LUNCH BOXES? Reg. WHO GIVES THEIR CHILDREN ‘THE TALK’? Reg wants Echo to do it. But they probably do it together. WHO CLEANS UP AFTER THE KIDS? Both of them. WHO WORRIES THE MOST? Reg. WHO ARE THE CHILDREN MORE LIKELY TO LEARN THEIR FIRST SWEAR WORD FROM? Echo...

Affection:

WHO LIKES TO CUDDLE? Both of them. But mostly Reg. WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON? Echo, usually. But it can go either way. WHO GETS NAUGHTY IN THE MOST INAPPROPRIATE OF PLACES? Echo... WHO STRUGGLES TO KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELF? Echo. HOW LONG CAN THEY CUDDLE UNTIL ONE BECOMES UNCOMFORTABLE? Probably days tbh WHO GIVES THE MOST KISSES? Both, they are all over each other. WHAT IS THEIR FAVOURITE NON-SEXUAL ACTIVITY? Curling up in a chair together to read/study/do their own thing. WHERE IS THEIR FAVOURITE PLACE TO CUDDLE? Bed or couch, under a cozy blanket. WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO PLAYFULLY GROPE THE OTHER? Echo. HOW OFTEN DO THEY GET TIME TO THEMSELVES? Fairly often, once they start living together. Before that it’s a lot of stealing time between classes, or taking leave to visit each other.

Sleeping:

WHO SNORES? Reg snores very softly, like a little baby kitten. IF BOTH DO, WHO SNORES THE LOUDEST? Reg. DO THEY SHARE A BED OR SLEEP SEPARATELY? Share. IF THEY SLEEP TOGETHER, DO THEY COZY UP TOGETHER OR LAY FAR APART? Reg snuggles in his sleep. It doesn’t matter what Echo does, she will wake up with Reg half on top of her. WHO TALKS IN THEIR SLEEP? Reg, occasionally. WHAT DO THEY WEAR TO BED? Cozy pajamas. Or nothing. ARE EITHER OF YOUR MUSES INSOMNIACS? Reg. CAN SLEEPING PILLS BE FOUND BY THE BEDSIDE? No. DO THEY WRAP THEIR LIMBS AROUND EACH OTHER OR JUST LAY SIDE BY SIDE? Snuggles. WHO WAKES UP WITH BED HAIR? Reg. WHO WAKES UP FIRST? Echo. WHO PREPARES BREAKFAST IN BED FOR THE OTHER? Reg. WHAT IS THEIR FAVOURITE SLEEPING POSITION? Reg’s first choice would be lying on top of her. His second choice is her curled up with her head on his shoulder so he can hold her. WHO HOGS THE SHEETS? Reg. DO THEY SET AN ALARM EACH NIGHT? Yes, they have to be up for classes/work. CAN A TELEVISION BE FOUND IN THEIR BEDROOM? I imagine they have a viewscreen. WHO HAS NIGHTMARES? Both of them. WHO HAS RIDICULOUS DREAMS? Reg. WHO SPRAWLS OUT AND TAKES UP MOST OF THE BED? Reg. WHO MAKES THE BED? Reg doesn’t. Echo might lmao WHAT TIME IS BED TIME? Whenever Reg eventually passes out. ANY ROUTINES/RITUALS BEFORE BED? Just the standard putting on PJs, brushing teeth, etc. WHO’S THE GRUMPIEST WHEN THEY WAKE UP? Reg is fairly grumpy.

Work:

WHO IS THE BUSIEST? They’re both pretty busy. WHO RAKES IN THE HIGHEST INCOME? Starfleet! ARE ANY OF YOUR MUSES UNEMPLOYED? Nope. WHO TAKES THE MOST SICK DAYS? Reg is much more likely to, Echo strikes me as the type who would just power through being sick. WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO TURN UP LATE TO WORK? Reg. WHO SUCKS UP TO THEIR BOSS? Probably Reg. WHAT ARE THEIR JOBS? Both are in Starfleet, Reg is an engineer, Echo is a tactical officer. WHO STRESSES THE MOST? Reg. DO YOUR MUSES ENJOY OR DESPISE THEIR CAREERS/OCCUPATIONS? Reg doesn’t enjoy his at first. Echo seems fairly content. ARE YOUR MUSES FINANCIALLY STABLE? Starfleet!

Home:

WHO DOES THE WASHING? Either. WHO TAKES OUT THE TRASH? Either. WHO DOES THE IRONING? Reg. WHO DOES THE COOKING? They usually replicate stuff, but if they actually cook, Reg. WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN JUST TRYING? Gonna say Echo. WHO IS MESSIER? Reg. WHO LEAVES THE TOILET ROLL EMPTY? Neither. WHO LEAVES THEIR DIRTY CLOTHES ON THE FLOOR? Reg. WHO FORGETS TO FLUSH THE TOILET? Neither. WHO IS THE PRANKSTER AROUND THE HOUSE? Reg. WHO LOSES THE CAR KEYS WHEN IT COMES TIME TO GO SOMEWHERE? Reg. WHO MOWS THE LAWN? Reg. WHO ANSWERS THE TELEPHONE? Echo. WHO DOES THE VACUUMING? Either. WHO DOES THE GROCERIES? Either. WHO TAKES THE LONGEST TO SHOWER? Reg. WHO SPENDS THE MOST TIME IN THE BATHROOM? Reg.

Miscellaneous:

IS MONEY A PROBLEM? Nope! Starfleet! HOW MANY CARS DO THEY OWN? N/A DO THEY OWN THEIR HOME OR DO THEY RENT? They have Starfleet quarters assigned. DO THEY LIVE NEAR THE COAST OR DEEP IN THE COUNTRYSIDE? At the Academy, then aboard starships. DO THEY LIVE IN THE CITY OR IN THE COUNTRY? N/A DO THEY ENJOY THEIR SURROUNDINGS? If Reg is with Echo, yes. Otherwise he’s a bit of a grump. WHAT’S THEIR SONG? Mmmm not sure... WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY’RE AWAY FROM EACH OTHER? When they get different assignments, Reg gets very sad and tries to call her every day. He’s constantly texting her. WHERE DID THEY FIRST MEET? Starfleet Academy. HOW DID THEY FIRST MEET? Echo was having a panic attack after the Kobayashi Maru, and Reg decided to try and help. WHO SPENDS THE MOST MONEY WHEN OUT SHOPPING? If money was a thing, that would probably be Reg. WHO’S MORE LIKELY TO FLASH THEIR ASSETS? Neither. WHO FINDS IT AMUSING WHEN THE OTHER TRIPS OVER? Echo, cause Reg is awkward and can trip over nothing and sometimes it’s very funny. ANY MENTAL ISSUES? Reg has anxiety, and I would not be surprised if Echo has PTSD. WHO’S TERRIFIED OF BUGS? Reg does not like them. WHO KILLS THE SPIDERS AROUND THE HOUSE? Echo. THEIR FAVOURITE PLACE? Their room at the Academy. WHO PAYS THE BILLS? N/A DO THEY HAVE ANY FEARS FOR THEIR FUTURE? Just making things work when they’re just starting out in Starfleet and don’t have much control over anything. WHO’S MORE LIKELY TO SURPRISE THE OTHER WITH A FANCY DINNER? Reg. WHO USES UP ALL OF THE HOT WATER? Reg. WHO’S THE TALLEST? Reg. WHO’S MORE LIKELY TO JUST RANDOMLY HOP INTO THE SHOWER WITH THE OTHER? Echo. WHO WANDERS AROUND IN THEIR UNDERWEAR? Probably Echo. WHO SINGS THE LOUDEST WHEN SINGING ALONG TO THE RADIO? Reg. WHAT DO THEY TEASE EACH OTHER ABOUT? Reg is a total dork and very ease to tease. WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO CRINGE AT THE OTHER’S FASHION SENSE AT TIMES? Reg dressed like a confused dad from the 80s. DO THEY HAVE MUTUAL FRIENDS? Neither of them is very good at making friends besides each other, so... WHO CRUSHED FIRST? Reg was making heart eyes at her for so long. ANY ALCOHOL OR SUBSTANCE RELATED PROBLEMS? Don’t think so. WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO STUMBLE HOME, DRUNK, AT 3AM? Echo. WHO SWEARS THE MOST? Echo.

#galaeus #never had a best friend ( .｡.:*☆ Echo. )#transmission received ( .｡.:*☆ Answers. )#took my best guess on some of these so let me know if any are way off lmao

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katherinewilliams221b · 4 years

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DO the lightning round re: otp asks PLEASE 🙏 Just answer away whatever strikes your fancy, need me some Kate x Charlie content in my life 🖤

The Ultimate Relationship Tag

I did this so so fast I was craving some KatexCharlie content as well

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Kate but it's rare

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither

Who trashes the house? Neither

Do either of them get physical? Absolutely not

How often do they argue/disagree? Sometimes. Usually happens if they are already cranky or tired.

Who is the first to apologise? Charlie

Sex:

Who is on top? /Who is on the bottom? 50/50

Who has the strangest desires? Probably Charlie?

Any kinks? There's an occasional roleplaying which actually is not roleplaying because the dragontamer/healer is their actual life

Who’s dominant in bed? 50/50

Is head ever in the equation? It is in the equation

If so, who is better at performing it? Charlie is a 10/10

Ever had sex in public? No, they're too private for that.

Who moans the most? Kate

Who leaves the most marks? Kate. Charlie is just very biteable

Who screams the loudest? Screaming is not often involved

Who is the more experienced of the two? They're equally experienced but Kate and Rowan had a Bunheads moment back at Hogwarts when they did some book research.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Sex is a part of their lives but it doesn't revolve around it. They may 'fuck' occasionally but they try to make every time special and meaningful.

Rough or soft? Mostly soft

How long do they usually last? I think it depends on the mood?

Is protection used? Contraceptive spells used on both of them.

Does it ever get boring? They try not to

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? A tower

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? They do

If so, how many children do your muses want/have? 2 (current headcanon, might evolve into 3)

Who is the favorite parent? I mean Charlie has dragons that's always bonus points

Who is the authoritative parent? They both get a say in things but by any means they are strict.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? They both do but Charlie would allow it more often

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? They both do thinking the other doesn't know

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both whenever they can

Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Is that a thing at Hogwarts? Probably Kate

Who changes the diapers? 50/50

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? 50/50

Who spends the most time with the children? Charlie, it's easier to leave them running around the reserve while at work. But they do try really hard to spend time with them as a family

Who packs their lunch boxes? Charlie

Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Kate

Who cleans up after the kids? Charlie cleans up after the kids and after Mom

Who worries the most? Kate

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Kate

Affection

Who likes to cuddle? Both

Who is the little spoon? Kate more often but Charlie loves it too

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? If Bill is present Charlie contains himself to avoid future teasing or mocking. Kate just doesn't care.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Kate

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Depends

Who gives the most kisses? Probably Charlie

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Walking through forests paths, while Kate picks up herbs or flowers and they talk, or not.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? While living in Romania, there was a bench in their porch where they took the best naps. Just them and the light breeze of summer.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Kate but they do respect boundaries

How often do they get time to themselves? Not very often, that's why every time is special and they try to enjoy every minute

Sleeping:

Who snores? Charlie

If both do, who snores the loudest?

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Kate ends up as far as possible in summer. The man is an actual furnace.

Who talks in their sleep? Kate

What do they wear to bed? Charlie underwear and Kate a shirt. Full pj's in winter.

Are either of your muses insomniacs? Kate can be

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? No

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Charlie does and Kate reciprocates until she suffocates.

Who wakes up with bed hair? Kate

Who wakes up first? Charlie

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Charlie

What is their favourite sleeping position? Kate sprawled on her back and Charlie with an arm around her

Who hogs the sheets? Kate

Do they set an alarm each night? Kate does. Charlie doesn't need it.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? They own one in their second house and they move it from the living room to the bedroom sometimes

Who has nightmares? Kate often and both after the war

Who has ridiculous dreams? Kate and she remembers most of them.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Kate

Who makes the bed? Kate (but waving the wand?)

What time is bed time? In this house you go to sleep when you are tired

Any routines/rituals before bed? They do like to brush their teeth together whether they go to sleep at the same time or not.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Kate

Work:

Who is the busiest? They are both workaholics dummies

Who rakes in the highest income? Kate but later on Charlie's books bring some extra galleons too. And he does an (in Kate's eyes) unhealthy amount of extra hours.

Are any of your muses unemployed?They've both been at some point.

Who takes the most sick days? Neither

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?Kate, she never has, but sleeping in is a tempting idea

Who sucks up to their boss?neither

What are their jobs? Kate is a healer/mediwizard and you know who dragonboi is

Who stresses the most? Kate

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? They are really lucky to adore their jobs

Are your muses financially stable? They had their ups and downs

Home

Who does the washing? A spell courtesy of Molly W

Who takes out the trash? If Charlie didn't do it in the morning, Kate does it at night

Who does the ironing? I don't think they even know what an iron is. I need to consult with Mr. W

Who does the cooking? Charlie and you bet he owns an apron with a dragon wearing a chef’s hat

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Kate

Who is messier? Kate

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Charlie

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Charlie

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither

Who is the prankster around the house? Charlie, although Kate always gets her revenge

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? It is likely for Kate to forget where she left something

Who mows the lawn? Charlie would enjoy doing so

Who answers the telephone? Both. It's fascinating

Who does the vacuuming? This spell brought by...Molly W

Who does the groceries? The one who is able to do it first, but they do enjoy some couple-time and go together if possible

Who takes the longest to shower? Kate

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Kate

Misc:

Is money a problem? It is at first but later on it gets stable.

How many cars do they own? 0

Do they own their home or do they rent? Charlie lived alone in a cabin in Romania partially covered by the reserve and Kate joined him later. After the war, they manage to buy their first house in Scotland.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Countryside

Do they live in the city or in the country? Country

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Yes they do

What’s their song? Your Song by Elton John (bonus hc: Elton John is a Slytherin)

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Suffer

Where did they first meet? At Hogwarts

How did they first meet? CoMC class

Who spends the most money when out shopping? They're not big money-wasting people

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Charlie

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Both.

Any mental issues? Heavy PTS after the war

Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither

Who kills the spiders around the house? Kate out of instinct but she knows it bothers Charlie

Their favourite place? The rooftop of their house where they can lay together and watch the sky

Who pays the bills? 50/50

Do they have any fears for their future? Many, but they do what they always do: face them together.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Charlie

Who uses up all of the hot water? Kate

Who’s the tallest? Charlie might be slightly taller, but they're pretty much the same height. Heis bulky so he looks big, compared to her, though

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Kate

Who wanders around in their underwear? Both but it's more likely that Charlie stays in his underwear all day

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Kate

What do they tease each other about? Her messy-and-always-tangled hair, his dragon slippers, her being a plant nerd...on and on..and of course they adore every single thing

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Charlie

Do they have mutual friends? Of course! You know them. But some of his dragonologist friends like Kate as well.

Who crushed first? Kate

Any alcohol or substance related problems? No

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Charlie

Who swears the most? Kate

#charlie weasley #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling #charlie weasley x ofc #hphm ask #ask #charlie weasley x oc #i like how it kinda shows that they're a team

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youarejesting · 5 years

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BTS Reactions: 07 Singing/Rapping/Dancing

[MASTERLIST] Requests open!

Ever your jester.

Seokjin: Lover - Taylor Swift

Jin had never heard you sing before not even for his birthday. He knew you were too shy and he thought it was cute. Occasionally he would hear you hum a sweet melody and he would quietly listen loving the sound of your voice. But you were in a particularly good mood, quietly watching you shake your hips while making pancakes.

Your voice was soft and sweet it was unlike your speaking voice which was a little deeper. The sound had control and you sang with ease forgetting your boyfriend was an international pop star. But it had been a while since you had sang anything, and the song on the radio was too enticing not to sing along to.

‘Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover’

Jin leaned on the fridge and closed his eyes. To Jin your voice was like the first bite of a strawberry it was sweet and refreshing. He left his phone on top of the fridge to record the beautiful sound while he stepped out of the room so you weren’t interrupted. It was a sound he saved and listened to whenever he was stressed or on tour.

Yoongi: Earthquake - Labrinth (All stars remix) ft. Tinie Tempah, Kano, Wretch 32 & Busta Rhymes

Yoongi was sitting in his office when heard rapping from somewhere in the house, he had heard you sing and even jokingly rap his songs and mimic his rapping style before. But this was serious spit fire. He entered the bedroom and the sound was louder but he soon realized you were in the shower.

‘I rock all my clothes like a hipster And I rock them shades like a G That girl be definitely coming if she's coming with me I'm like a hundred degrees man I'm even hotter than August’

Yoongi’s smirked he hopped the August comment wasn’t directed at him and his alter ego Agust D. He leaned against the door listening impressed as you didn’t get out of breath you as you rapped the third verse.

It was when you hit the fourth and final verse he ripped open the door and through the steam he stared at you with wide eyes and his mouth open. You had not only continued rapping you picked up the pace and rapped faster.

‘T-Trust me homie Do not walk up in my shadow Just respect my handle while we bang and make the Earth rattle’

“Marry me” He grinned

Hoseok: Danger - BTS

You remember the day you had first danced with Hoseok, it was a long day and you were trying to help with the choreography for Danger. Hoseok always refused help even though you were one of the many hired choreographers for the group. So for almost a whole year you just sat and watched and ran errands for the boys.

Hoseok wasn’t stuck up he just preferred making his own original content and no matter how hard you tried to explain he wouldn’t even let non members of back up dancers dance beside him or give him input he was too focused.

He never told you but he really liked you, you were a really cool, street fashion queen and he didn’t like being left alone with you. He wouldn’t look at you and tried not to listen when you spoke because the way you pronounced your Korean words with your cute accent got to him.

It was like your words were slurred but not in an annoying drunk kind of way more of a sexy drawl that made Hoseok himself feel he was intoxicated by every word.

When all the others left and you two were the only ones left he finally took a break grumbling unhappily. He was taking a drink and sitting down, so you took the chance. You had watched the choreography for weeks and you knew what was missing. While he was changing his shirt and wiping his hair with a dry towel, you played the song on the stereo and got into position.

You danced and were making noises under your breathe as Korean wasn’t your first language you didn’t try to sing. You went about adjusting a few moves and adding to the area’s he was stuck on with ease. You saw his face in the mirror as he watched you dancing and it you were having fun with the chorus you were making a few noises as you went.

You noticed he had started smiling and you grinned and finished, “I’m here to help and sometimes it helps watching someone else dance you choreography to help with ideas. Will you let me help, Hoseok Oppa?”

Namjoon: Expensive Girl - RM

In the middle of a VLive Namjoon heard something strangely familiar but he couldn’t quite place it, he paused identifying that it was you who was singing. It was smooth, sultry and a little breathy. He smiled at the camera and ran a hand through his hair.

‘Girl, You’re the medicine patch that slowly eases my motion sickness Wherever I go I’ll have it under my ear The time it takes to fall for you takes 3 seconds But I feel as though you’re the meaning of my eternity’

“Y/N is singing, I know the song from somewhere but I don’t know where its from. Also she is really good. WOW! my girlfriend can sing” he picked up the camera and began walking to the door. He opened it and saw you slowly singing his song in English while gently brushing your hair.

‘Take it off now girl just take it off I’m a master, baby with your bra Take it off now girl just take it off I can help you slide those-’

“BABE no” he screeched and you turned confused looking at his blushing face the tips of his ears were red and he gestured to the camera “Don’t sing that in front of the Army’s”

“Dim the lights down baby, Dim the-” With eyes locked on his you smirked and continued but you screamed and ran as he chased you through the house. The camera in his hand shakily filming and the audience squealing in the comments.

Jimin: f**k, I'm Lonely - Lauv ft. Anne-Marie

You were told to meet the boys in the practice room at 3pm after there meeting, but you assumed the meeting was still going as they weren’t there, you waited ten minutes and was getting kind of bored. You went to the sound system and hit play to see what was in there, it was a song you knew pretty well.

You started to mess around and make up a mock routine, the song soon died out and they still weren’t there. Sighing you turned the song back on and went through the routine again and added some more moves. You were soon up to the seventh repeat and you were getting more confident and a little more adventurous with your moves.

You were singing and dancing, your body seemed to just now how to move. You didn’t hear the door open due to the music and your eyes were locked on the way you moved as you perfected the choreography.

‘Yeah, I still watch the shows you showed me I still drink that wine, But these days it tastes more bitter than sweet, hmm And all my friends are way too drunk to save me from my phone So sorry if I say some things I mean’

You were singing loudly, proud of your voice. It was a strong soprano and you held it well while dancing and you let yourself be taken over the music. With a one handed back flip a break dancing move that you learnt as a teen, you stood up and rolled your head with ease singing the chorus while body rolling to the beat.

‘F**k, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely as F**k, come hold me, come hold me, come hold me It's been me myself and why Did you go? Did you go?’

Jimin was watching biting his bottom lip turned on by the dance you were doing, he had never seen his cute little girlfriend do anything provocative. He couldn’t help it and joined in on the last chorus trying out your moves and grinning at your blushing face.

Taehyung: Fly me to the moon - Frank Sinatra

You were standing in front of the upright piano, you use to play before your brother died on the way to your recital. Your fingers gently twitching by your side playing invisible keys. It wasn’t your first time at the boys dorm but you were usually distracted by their shenanigans to have time to thinks about the ominous instrument in the corner.

However half of the boys left to dance practice and the others were in their rooms, the living room was empty and Taehyung went to get the food and drinks from the delivery guy at the front doors of the apartment. You sat on the old stool and raised the wooden key cover, hands shaking you were startled by Jin.

“You are allowed to play it, no one else does” He smiled and you jumped and he laughed “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”

He ducked off to his room giggling and you got up the courage to strike a key, the sound flooding the house and you let out a breath feeling the sound fill your body. You realized your hands were no longer shaking when you heard a beautiful melody and you couldn’t help singing along.

‘Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like on A-Jupiter and Mars‘

Whoever was playing was good and your body was swaying, Taehyung’s voice joined yours and you opened your eyes smiling only to realize you were the one playing. The music halted with a jarring sound as your hand slipped hitting the wrong keys.

“You sing really pretty baby bear” He smiled and kissed your cheek and placed the food on the coffee table, “You should play more often, I didn’t know you could. And your singing is really pretty... why are you crying?”

Jungkook: Who you? - GDragon

‘Baby I love you ireoke malhajiman nae maeumeun waenji hanado jochi anha I want you I need you’

You were singing G-Dragon’s song ‘who you?’, while casually walking on the treadmill, you were winding down after your workout and having a blast singing forgetting that your headphones were on and singing as loud as you wanted.

Jungkook stepped into the gym with his Personal Trainer and the small camera crew for his Vlogs and grinned “Ah I didn’t know Y/N Noona was such a great singer, this is the first time i have heard her singing. We both share a love for Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim”

He started working out with his PT watching you singing and walking on the treadmill, he found himself out of breath quite quickly. He was too busy watching you singing happily your voice and body enticing him as you seemed to all but strut on the treadmill.

‘Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh’

“Ah Noona is so distracting” he whined as he got scolded by the PT and he hummed pulling out his phone and calling Namjoon. “Hey do you think you can get Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim’s number, I want to ask him out for dinner with Y/N”

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