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Quinoa Salad - Quinoa and Black Bean Bliss
This simple dish is a mixture of quinoa, fresh corn, and black beans topped with fresh salsa and avocado.
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Quinoa and Black Bean Bliss
This simple dish is a mixture of quinoa, fresh corn, and black beans topped with fresh salsa and avocado.
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Quinoa and Black Bean Bliss Recipe
Quinoa, fresh corn, and black beans are combined in this straightforward dish, which is finished with fresh salsa and avocado.
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Joel Miller: Birthday Boy
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (afab; she/her)
Excerpt: He was so golden, so smooth yet smothered in moles that you’d kissed and purple marks from your teeth. So perfect. So yours. Your lips parted, craving the taste of his skin once again. You recalled his statement from the night before.
“Wake me up with your mouth, baby,” he whispered into your hair. “Drown me with it.”
How could you say no to the birthday boy?
You set both coffee mugs on the side table, rubbing your hands together to keep the leftover heat from the steam alive, and slid your way back to the position you were in before. His breaths remained steady and a big part of you just wanted to let him sleep. He never got enough, with money and providing for Sarah always on his mind, and maybe that would be the best thing for him.
Drown me with it.
Maybe not.
Warnings: SMUTTT, oral sex female receiving, joel has a giving kink @ me, mentions of Sarah (RIP), allusions to the end of the world.
A/N: So much Joel Miller content, I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. I hope you enjoy.
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You awoke to the taste of him still on your tongue—it was practically still drooling down your chin—and the warmth of his naked body draped across your frame. Your eyes were puffed and cloudy and your hips felt yellowed and sore, giving you flashbacks of the night previous.
Open your pretty mouth, darlin’.
Fuckin’ shit, this wet already?
Easy now, we got all night.
Ride me till I’m numb, baby.
You closed your eyes in bliss and whispered to yourself in a sing-song tone, “happy birthday.”
His small snores and hot breaths against your earlobe showed he didn’t hear you. He wasn’t meant to. He was meant to stay asleep—deep asleep—until you decided otherwise.
You were tempted to stay there, in his arms, forever. With his woody-cinnamon scent wrapped around you, his permanent scowl softened into an almost-smile, and his body slack against your own. This was Joel Miller—not the one lessened to a struggling carpenter, a single parent, or a lonely man—this was the whole Joel Miller. The true Joel Miller.
This was your Joel Miller.
You smiled at him, letting your eyes serpentine and circle around him for as long as you could, before pressing the softest kiss to his cheekbone. You barely pressed your lips to the hairs that coated it. You hummed to yourself, unable to prevent that sweet sound of pleasure whenever your lips touched his skin, and slowly started scooting your way out from underneath him. Your body screamed at you to stop, stay awhile, never leave, but you persevered.
He was so out he barely twitched.
You laughed to yourself as you found your footing on the cold, grey-carpeted floor. Your fingers twitched to comb through his hair, map out his body, or reach downwards to the sweet spot of your own at what a vision he was, but you somehow managed to continue on.
A midnight-black Henley of his had been discarded at some point in the night, likely thrown across the room by your own hands, and you threw it over your bare body as well as fresh underwear before making your way down to the kitchen. Joel always joked how your stealth was a wasted talent of yours.
I know who I’d ally with in an apocalypse, Tommy would joke.
Idiots.
You made your way to Joel’s most prized possession—his coffee-maker—and threw in his favorite brand of beans. Despite drinking plain black, he did have a taste for higher quality arabica. He would have never bought it for himself.
“Present number one,” you whispered to yourself as the smooth steaming liquid made its way into his rough coffee cup. It was old, chipped, and on the verge of shattering, yet still his favorite. You wondered what that said about him.
You set his aside and made a small cup of your own—adding plenty of cream and sugar thank you very much—and made your way back up the stairs, taking little sips as you walked. Sarah’s room was still locked shut and it was still plenty dark outside.
Good.
Your toes pressed onto the carpet again as you walked back to your side of the bed, and Joel had not moved an inch. His lower half remained swaddled in blankets, while his upper half…
…fuck.
He was so golden, so smooth yet smothered in moles that you’d kissed and purple marks from your teeth. So perfect. So yours. Your lips parted, craving the taste of his skin once again. You recalled his statement from the night before.
“Wake me up with your mouth, baby,” he whispered into your hair. “Drown me with it.”
How could you say no to the birthday boy?
You set both coffee mugs on the side table, rubbing your hands together to keep the leftover heat from the steam alive, and slid your way back to the position you were in before. His breaths remained steady and a big part of you just wanted to let him sleep. He never got enough, with money and providing for Sarah always on his mind, and maybe that would be the best thing for him.
Drown me with it.
Maybe not.
You leaned forward and breathed in the skin on his neck before placing a faint kiss on his pulse. You then moved to his adam’s apple, kissing up to his chin. He stirred a bit, unconsciously pulling you closer to him, and you kissed around his mouth. You pressed one more kiss to his hairline, his hair soft and ruffled from your own fingers, before he whispered incoherently.
“Hm?” you asked, bringing your mouth inches away from his.
“I said—” but he was interrupted by your lips on his.
You parted them quickly and deeper the kiss, tugging him close to you with your hand on the back of his head, and his large hands molded against your hips. You teased him with your tongue just enough for him to tilt your head back for more, but you pulled away.
“Happy birthday.”
He grinned and worked his right hand up to your face, framing it. “Thank you.”
You smiled brightly before sitting up completely and grabbing both coffees. He sat up with you, making himself comfortable leaning his back on the bed frame, and took the mug you handed him eagerly. He immediately sipped it and hummed, closing his eyes.
“You didn’t,” he whispered, his accent in full force.
“I did,” you whispered back, and sipped your own.
“These beans are over ten bucks.”
“I know,” you responded, and took another long sip. “This is present number one.”
“Number one?” he questioned with a laugh. “How many are there?”
You only smiled back at him, enjoying his questioning look.
The two of you proceeded to sip your coffee in silence—enjoying the slowly rising sun, the birds chirping, the wind blowing, and the creaks and groans of the house. Joel took his time, drinking his coffee slowly instead of chugging it as he ran from the house, and he enjoyed every sip.
Finally, he broke the ice. “Darlin’, since when did you have clothes on?”
You laughed enough to make your eyes crease before saying, “Since I went to make you coffee this morning with the risk of Sarah coming downstairs to use the bathroom.”
He chuckled and took one last sip, finishing his cup completely, and you took the cup from him to place it on the nightstand. He mumbled a quick “thank you” before you did, a grateful look in his eye, but once you turned back around, the chocolate in his caramel eyes had completely taken over. The rising sun illuminated their darkness that much more.
“I don’t think you’re understandin’ me,” he whispered, and the look in his eye suddenly made sense. Arousal rolled over you like a wave, and a smirk made its way to your face.
“Am I not?” you questioned, lowing your voice exactly how he liked it. The ink in his eyes was beginning to drip down to his body language—tense, itching to touch and unravel you.
“You’re not,” he said, and leaned closer, close enough for you to feel his hot breath on the skin of your collarbone. “I want them off.”
He kissed your collarbone and neck, reaching his hand underneath his own fabric to meet his calloused hand with your soft skin, and you smiled. “It’s your birthday. Take what you want.”
You didn’t have time to think before his mouth met your own.
He quickly took the mug still in your hands and leaned over you—mouth still claiming yours—to set it on the nightstand. He then took the opportunity pin you fully to the bed. His tongue fully mapped your mouth now and you whined at his taste—black coffee, morning, and the residue of you. He likely tasted the same thing on you.
“Gotta stay quiet,” he whispered, slipping your shirt completely off. “I do have a model of responsibility to set.”
You laughed into his mouth. “How’s that going?”
He laughed with you and kissed you again, feeling you everywhere. You took the chance to feel him up too, dragging your nails up his chest and over his back, through his hair, and across his scruffed face. His facial hair always tickled at the very least and burned at the very most. This morning, your face felt a bit of both.
He was kissing you so good and your head was so lost in all of it that you almost missed when he mumbled, “Let me try somethin’.”
He pulled away completely to look at you. Your eyes were blissed out, your lips were tingling, and your brain was absolutely reeling. He smiled down at you, likely because of how out of it you looked. “What?”
“Let me try somethin’,” he mumbled again, kissing down your face and to your chest. You closed your eyes and breathed erotically at the feeling of him all over you. Everywhere. “I’ve gotta eat somethin’ after my coffee, don’t I?”
Your eyes widened to saucers. You sat up, putting your weight on your elbows, and met his eyes. He was now hovering over your lower stomach. “Joel, you don’t have—”
“It’s my birthday,” he whispered with a kiss to your midsection. “I want this. I’ve wanted this for a while.”
You and Joel had been together for a while, longer than a while, and the sincerity in your feelings for one another had only grown with each passing day. You had started spending nights at his house, he had started spending nights at yours, and you had met his daughter a few months ago. You had even started spending weekends with Joel and Sarah as a way to get to know her better and test the dynamic which, so far, had been smooth sailing. She had obviously enjoyed your company, even asking you to stay at their house throughout the week. You and Joel were becoming serious, very serious.
And yet, he hadn’t done this for you before. He had offered it before, but you had always wanted to suck him off instead. It seemed that today, he knew what he wanted.
Your pants started getting more infrequent with even the thought of him doing this to you. You wanted it badly. His cocky grin showed you that he knew that too.
“Don’t you want me to take care of you today?”
His grin only expanded. “Do you seriously think I won’t come from this?”
And with that, he pulled your underwear down your body, and began his feast with a hunger. With one lick from his tongue, your goal of keeping eye contact with him shattered, and a long groan escaped from your mouth.
“Quiet baby,” he whispered against your mound. “Quiet,” and he continued.
He mapped you like an expert—memorizing exactly where you whined, honing in on those areas just long enough to make you shake, and just before you found your release, he would move on.
“Fuck you,” you whispered after the second time he did this, sweat dripping down your face and breasts. He chuckled into you and pulled one of your hands off his head to wrap it in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Patience baby. It’s my birthday.”
He continued squeezing your hand as he worked, and you continued biting your tongue until you nearly drew blood.
This was heaven. Heaven on earth. Eternity between your legs. The world could end tomorrow and you wouldn’t care, not after this. Not after him.
It was when he nudged your clit with his nose just so that you felt that familiar ball of flame inside of you begin to oxidize, expanding from a lick of flame to a fire.
“I’m so close Joel please.”
“Jesus woman,” he replied, the noises coming from his mouth on you borderline obscene. “Sound so pretty.”
He kept at it, nudging your clit with his nose and licking you where you needed. It was then that you noticed a small rock to your bed and a consistent creak. You used the last of your strength to pull yourself up, only to be met with Joel’s now hazel eyes, and the lower half of his body fucking hard into the bed.
“Told you I’d come from this,” he whispered, and kissed your clit.
Your fire became unstoppable, and you let yourself fully release into his mouth.
He didn’t stop. Not after you gave him one more.
Finally, he parted from you with one final kiss, and you didn’t even realize your eyes had fallen shut until he kissed both of them. They fluttered open to be met with his smiling face.
He looked so damn happy.
You brought his mouth to yours, tasting yourself mixed with his morning coffee, but he pulled away quickly.
“How was I?”
Your face broke out into a smile so big your teeth showed. “Perfect.”
He pecked your nose. “Good.”
He laid down on his back next to you, panting and exhausted, and you immediately cuddled into him. You threw your leg over his own only to be met with something…sticky?
He came. Purely from sucking you off.
“What’s this, the third time I’ve told ya?” he whispered into your hair. “I did this for you, but I wanted it just as badly.”
You couldn’t help the shock in your voice when he hugged you close. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
“I love you Y/N,” he said. “That’s all that matters.”
“I love you Joel,” you whispered back weakly, feeling the exhaustion envelop you once again. “Happy Birthday.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, likely grateful that you had woken him up early enough for him to go back to sleep. You followed him in your failure to sleep, but just before you reached unconsciousness, you felt yourself whisper.
“Don’t think I’m not paying you back for this.”
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"Like A Virgin"
Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader
Read Part 1 HERE
Read Part 2 HERE
Read Part 3 HERE
NOTES: I literally put my whole heart and pussy into the previous part and it's just so THRILLING to see all the immense love and support!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️
I'm reeeally hoping y'all will like this part, too! Steven has an extremely special place in my heart, but this time we're shifting focus and giving our lovably murderous Moon Boy JAKE his time to shine!! \(^o^)/
Now as we all know, Jake unfortunately hasn't had a lot of screen time yet. I also watched Moon Knight for the third time and besides his confirmed appearance in the post-credits, there are some other more subtle scenes that I'm PRETTY sure Jake was in and it was a lot of fun for me to think so and obsess over!
But I digress! Anywhore, as I was saying, since Jake hasn't been on a lot the way I write him is PURELY made up. Of course, I try my best to capture the vibes I personally get from him, but until Season 2 drops (because I am NOT giving up on that) we don't know for certain what his personality's actually like (and I haven't read the comics please don't shoot me). It was a little challenging, but I really enjoyed getting to explore Jake and his perspective quite a bit! Though he ended up being a bit sadder than I intended CUZ THIS BOI JUST NEEDS AND DESERVES A WHOLE LOTTA LOVIN'❣️
Furthermore, I am not a Spanish speaker. Jake obviously is and I wanna stay as true as possible to the character by having him speak some (*cough* S E X Y *cough*) Spanish throughout, but if I made any mistakes at all then please kindly correct me as I mainly just use Google Translate and/or search up Spanish terms! For example, I was made aware that "ese" means "that" in Spanish. However, it's also Spanish slang for "dude", "man", etc. and I just find it fitting for Jake to call the boys that 😅
Also, Jake is...rough 😳 Don't worry, he loves and cares about you a LOT, but this is a fair WARNING in case you're not into that! And this part got pretty long, IDK I probs blacked out somewhere in the middle and this is le horny result~
Additionally, do y'all think the relationship between reader x Steven/the boys is going too fast? I really try to make it as natural as possible, but hey this is only fiction after all and I think Steven, for one, falls in love FAST since in the show he was already simping for Layla the first time they met 😂 But I can't judge Steven cuz I'd be the same if I ever met Oscar Isaac I mean, I'm already simping now but YOU GET IT
And a lil funny coincidoink, Like A Virgin came on the radio which I guess was your guys' universal push for me to continue this ASAP!
I truly am sorry for the wait!! Life is hard but I simp harder xD
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Part 4: Gonna give you all my love, boy
Your chest rose and fell with each soft, blissful snore. Your face void of any burden, open and peaceful; plump lips parted slightly, looking so kissable. And that's exactly what Steven did, lonely lips descending to meet yours--his slumbering goddess.
An insatiable part of him longed for you to awaken, to spend more time fumbling around in the sheets until sunrise. But he knew, more than anyone else, that sleep was important. And he had no doubt that after all the...unique events that progressed your relationship, you deserved all the rest you can get.
Like the proper gentleman he was, he had cleaned you up before snuggling in bed together until dreams inevitably consumed you. And now here you were, using one of his arms that he can't feel anymore as your pillow and your bodies exchanging heat.
Then his mouth lowered, down your chin, to your throat, and to the delicate dip between your neck and shoulder. Planting butterfly kisses on your skin, lips tracing and eyes memorizing every perfect imperfection that dotted your body like constellations.
He noticed your breathing slowly growing uneven, your nipples salaciously peaking through your tank top. He knew he had to stop. He had to, but...
He lifted his free hand, inching towards your breasts before freezing, clenching into a tight fist that had his nails digging into his palm.
His cheeks bloomed red, pulling away and laying on his back as he stared up blankly at the ceiling. What the fuck was he doing?
"Jake, mate... I know you're there, might as well say something, yeah?" Steven whispered.
'Your senses are improving, ese.' Jake snickered. 'Is that why you stopped? No need to be shy, it's just the same as watching porn.'
Steven turned redder, clearing his throat. "Jake, you know you can meet Y/N too, right?"
Silence greeted him. Steven waited patiently, giving his alter all the time he needed. As rough around the edges as they may be, the boys all cared about each other and Steven knew that all Jake needed--deserved--was time. Hell, he and Marc didn't even know Jake existed for a while until he finally felt comfortable enough to reveal himself.
'Nah, ese.' Jake snorted, though his voice held a certain heaviness to it. 'She's all yours. You deserve her, Steven.'
"You're a part of me, Jake. You deserve her, too."
'Don't think your little cariño would appreciate it so much that you're wanting to hand her off to some other asshole.' Jake scoffed.
"I'm not 'handing her off', you git. I wanna...share." Steven mumbled the latter, gulping thickly.
'Steven...' Jake sighed, but Steven sensed intrigue in his tone. 'I don't know what the fuck you expect from this talk, ese. We only share the same body, that's it.'
"You're lying and you know it. Two months working with Y/N, I never said anything, but I knew you were always there. This damn body isn't the only thing we share, 'cause I know your feelings are just the same as mine."
It was then that you mewled softly, shifting and wrapping an arm around Steven's waist and cuddling close to his side with a content little smile on your lips as you slept.
Steven melted and he felt Jake do so, too.
"I'm not giving you an out, mate." Steven chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I'm absolutely buggered and so are you."
♡•••🌙•••♡
Steven, that absolute fucking puta.
As soon as Jake opened his eyes, dread filled him. Slowly turning his head and seeing your back to him, he knew Steven gave up control at some point and forced Jake to come out from the shadows.
He's tried multiple times to drag that pendejo back out, but Steven has obviously put up a block between them. Jake sighed frustratedly, his gaze lingering on you once more.
His heart ached. And fuck it hurts.
He wasn't Steven.
He did not deserve you.
He was dirty--rotten. He was only good for causing pain; even the ways in which he protected the boys were brutal, inhumane.
And he loved the chaos. Thrived in it.
When Steven met you for the first time, two months ago, that was what Jake intended to cause as well. Pain. Heartbreak.
Nothing more than another pretty notch to add to his belt.
But you...surprised him. You actually cared about Steven, gave him basic human respect and the time of day when no one else did and just fucking listened. Accepted him with open arms and such a kind, blinding smile. And pretty soon, Jake yearned for that, too. From you. Just you.
You didn't even know he existed--you didn't fucking care about him--and yet you smashed his glass heart into a thousand pieces, leaving him to find the sharpest shard and continuously stab himself as punishment.
That's what he deserved. Not you.
But oh... You looked so cold. Why were you so far away? What the hell were you thinking, pulling away from him?
Like a lion stalking its prey, Jake crawled towards you until he was on top of you. His dark eyes trailed down your sleeping form, so beautiful, so vulnerable. He didn't realize his hand was shaking slightly as it reached up to caress your face, breath hitching as his thumb glided across your bottom lip before slowly slipping it inside your mouth.
He watched, completely entranced, as your saliva coated his thumb and the way in which you squirmed so that you were now laying on your back, facing him. You were still asleep, though your brows creased together and your breathing grew shallow.
What were you dreaming about, Jake wondered? Were you dreaming about last night? Steven didn't feel him then, but Jake was there and it was the best torture he's ever endured.
He can make you feel good--better. And if there was any room in your heart (and legs) for him, he'd more than happily prove it to you.
But you were so kind, so sweet... Surely you'd accept him, too, right?
Surely you'd relieve him of his huge fucking hard-on, right?
He found himself lowering, lowering, lowering--then stopped just as his lips were about to meet yours.
No...
You didn't deserve this. You didn't deserve him.
As if he was just burnt, he sprang away from you and sat at the foot of the bed, keeping as much distance as possible. His head hung low, hands scrubbing his face in frustration before turning into self-loathing slaps.
He quickly got a hold of himself, lest you have a cruel awakening to him. Not Steven.
He looked over his shoulder. You really did look cold. He unchained the ankle restraint then stood up, walking over to your side and tucking the blanket over your unfairly scantily clad body.
God... How he wished he was the one keeping you warm.
He then shook his head, glancing towards the wall clock. 5:40 a.m.
He can sneak out and do some business for Khonshu. And by the time he returns, hopefully Steven does, too.
He has to.
♡•••🌙•••♡
You rolled over in bed, expecting to cuddle up next to something much more solid than a pillow. Your brows furrowed, a hand flying out to pat the bed and not finding what--who--it was seeking.
Your eyes snapped open and you bolted upright. You looked around in a frenzy, eyes still bleary with sleep and finding the apartment completely empty.
You then noticed the time on the wall clock. 7:20 a.m.
You were off work today, but you weren't sure if Steven had a shift. But even if he did, it was still too early for the museum to open.
So...
Where the hell was Steven?
He couldn't have ditched you...could he? No, that wasn't possible, this was his flat.
But wait... What if this was his subtle way of telling you to get lost? That he didn't want to see you still here when he comes back from wherever the fuck he went to?
You overstayed your welcome, didn't you? This was what it was about, isn't it? This was all your fault, right?
You were on the verge of hyperventilating when, at the corner of your eye, you spotted a bright yellow sticky note on top of the books on the bedside table. You quickly ripped it off, reading the messy, rushed handwriting.
Don't know when I'll be back. Just relax. Food for you is in the kitchen, amor.
You blinked away tears you didn't realize were forming once, twice, then bursted into laughter.
"Fuck, seriously, what is wrong with me?" You berated yourself, still laughing.
This was Steven. Of course he would never abandon you, and you would never abandon him.
He proved it to you, after all. The memories of last night terrorizing your brain once more, making you blush like a virgin (which you were--for now).
You wanted to prove yourself to him, too. And you're sure you'll think of something, but at the moment you became distracted as your eyes landed on Steven's black sweatshirt sprawled carelessly across the floor.
You put on your glasses then hopped off of the bed and picked up the sweatshirt, tugging it on and letting out a giggle as it drooped over your thighs, turning the sleeves into little hand mittens and your body and heart just feeling so warm.
You ambled over to the kitchen, seeing a plate of slightly burnt toast and scrambled eggs clumsily covered in plastic wrap on the small dining table. You chuckled softly, taking the plastic off before sitting down and having breakfast.
As you chewed, once again your brain couldn't help but wander off.
It was only a little thing. Such a stupid thing, really. But still, it just would not stop nagging you.
Amor. It was French for 'love'.
But... Steven didn't spell it with a U. It was supposed to be amour.
Amor, no U, was the Spanish spelling. And Steven, who seemed fluent in French, should know that.
But people make mistakes, and who were you to judge such a minuscule, silly mistake?
Before you could entertain yourself by ruminating over such nonsense some more, your ears perked up when you heard the lock click and the door opening and shutting close. You kept quiet, watching as Steven slowly trudged in.
He was wearing a flat cap and a trench coat, and from your spot in the kitchen he hasn't noticed you yet. But he looked...different.
You couldn't quite explain it, but he seemed...tense. On edge. An air of agitation surrounding him, stiff in his movements yet carrying a sense of confidence at the same time.
Wild.
You then swallowed, standing up from your chair and silently making your way over to Steven with his back turned to you as he busied himself with stripping off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.
You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling him jolt. But before he could react, you spoke up.
"I missed you..." You murmured, embracing him more tightly as you pressed your cheek to his back. "Don't do that again, please. At least wake me up if you're leaving."
Steven didn't say anything, completely rigid and gloved hands balled into tight fists.
Then it clicked.
"You're not Steven...are you?"
His shoulders jerked, and you pulled your face away to look up at him. But you never removed your arms, keeping them in place around his waist.
Then his shoulders drooped, hearing him take a sharp intake of breath before ever so slowly turning his head over his shoulder.
"Caught red-handed." His lips curled up into a smirk, dark eyes gleaming down at you. "You're much more observant than I thought, princesa."
Your breath hitched, mouth agape and eyes blown wide as you gawked at him. You didn't know what to feel. Well, there was definitely excitement, but you weren't sure if it was appropriate for you to feel such a way.
Regardless, you were glad Steven was open and honest with you from the get-go. You knew, at some point, it was inevitable that you'd meet the two other men he's mentioned. So, you weren't too taken aback to be experiencing this right now.
"Judging from your accent and what you called me just now... You must be Jake?" You queried, cocking your head to the side as you stared up at him. Funny, he shared the exact same body as Steven, but he was still...different. The way he held himself, the little quirk to his lips, the look in his eyes--it was all very distinct.
"Don't see why you gotta keep asking me questions, princesa. Seems like ya got it all figured out." Jake scoffed, amusement in his tone.
"Well... You certainly made an...impression when you asked me out." You spoke slowly, carefully, as if not daring to spook some wild animal. You wanted Jake to feel safe, welcomed; because it felt like Jake hasn't at all expected to be here right now, but you wanted to let him know that you didn't mind him. You were happy to be meeting him.
But Jake took it the wrong way. He read your body language as aloof, like you were just trying to be polite. And why wouldn't you be? You were naturally kind, but he knew better.
He was absolutely not supposed to be here. He was never supposed to meet you, never planned to. After all, you preferred Steven.
...Didn't you?
His jaw ticked, his hands untangling your arms around his waist before he spun on his heel to fully face you. You gasped as he did, paling at the sight of blood on his shirt.
"What happened?!" You panicked, your hands immediately touching his body, eyes frantically searching for any injuries. "Did someone hurt you?! Oh my god, who did this to you?!"
"It's not my blood."
You froze, a chill coursing through your veins. Slowly, your head tilted up, meeting his gaze. It was much darker than before, flecks of savagery brewing within. And yet, you also saw...loneliness.
Longing.
"Are you scared, Y/N?"
You held your breath, his voice cracking as he uttered your name for the first time. It was a simple question that had a painfully simple answer.
"I am."
Jake shut his eyes, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a wavering breath.
He fucking knew it.
"Jake..." His eyes snapped open at your voice, so soft, so unexpectedly calm. "Will you...hurt me?"
"I would never." He whispered--promised--holding your gaze sincerely. "I couldn't."
"I'm scared of the...things you can do, Jake." You admitted, noticing his Adam's apple bob as he gulped. His gaze fell to the floor, but you reached up, gently cupping the side of his face. "But...I'm not scared of you."
Jake met your eyes once more, his hardened expression softening as he sighed, nuzzling into your comforting hand. For the first time in a long time, he felt...safe. He was not one of Khonshu's pawns, he was not Steven or Marc's ruthless protector, he was simply...
Jake Lockley.
"I'm sorry..." He murmured, trembling hand reaching out and caressing your cheek; tenderly, fondly, lovingly. "I...was never supposed to meet you. I was fine watching you quietly. But last night, Steven said he wanted us to meet. For me to be a...part of what you have with him."
A deafening silence rang in your ears. Jake watched you with those intense, soulful eyes, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he waited with bated breath for your reaction. Any reaction.
"Jake..." You have no idea how you even managed to speak, your volatile heartbeat replacing the silence. "Take a shower first, we'll talk after."
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Water dripped from Jake's hair, his hands pressed against the wall with his head tilted down as he watched the pristine white tiles of the shower's floor stain red.
This was an all too familiar situation for him. Washing off blood that didn't belong to him, his body getting cleaned though never his damned soul. But it never bothered him before...until now.
He knew there was a chance you'd be awake when he returned, but he figured that he can just pretend to be Steven at least until that idiot takes control of the body again. Jake's done it convincingly enough a few times before back when Steven and Marc were still unaware of his existence, acting as one of them whenever something triggered them and he suddenly had to front.
But when you hugged him, he just...froze. It felt as if he was struck by lightning because this was real--you were real. Your heart-wrenching kindness and beauty were all directed towards him, and he was no longer just a pathetic fly on the wall through Steven's eyes.
But how could he be so fucking dumb? He never should've shown himself, he should've stayed away from the apartment even if it took all day and just let Steven deal with the consequences. And yet...he came back.
Because, the absolute truth is, he wanted to meet you. At his very core, he was a selfish bastard who wanted to be with you, no matter the punishment inflicted on him--he inflicts on himself.
But was he really being selfish?
As drastically different as they were, Steven and Marc managed to control their own separate lives. Steven had his job that he despised, but also the comfort of regularly getting a paycheck that provided for his daily needs. Marc was Khonshu's (main) Avatar and as draining as it was, he could still unwind after a long day with a pack of beer and a Chicago Cubs game playing on TV.
And then, of course, there were Moon Knight and Mr. Knight that ultimately tied them together.
But what about Jake? Was he nothing more than a punching bag for Marc and Steven, only seizing command and handling whatever shitshow they got themselves into that they were too weak to finish?
Jake knew that was his job--his purpose. And honestly, it was okay. He cared about the boys, and keeping them safe meant the same for him as well.
...Until you came along. And for the first fucking time, he actually wanted something. Yearned for someone. Just for himself, and not because of anyone else's expectations or demands of him.
He didn't realize it until you came crashing into Steven's--and his--life like some fucking meteorite, but he was empty. And on the extremely rare occasions that Jake was entitled to the body all for himself, he grew tired of being tired from aimlessly hopping bar to bar. Nearly wiping all his fucking memories out with heavy drinks and the need--the desperation--to forget about the problems he deliberately ignores, hides, even for one single measly night through fucking some random stranger he didn't and won't ever care about.
But you weren't a stranger, that was perfectly clear. Days bled into weeks, and weeks into months; and here you were now, looking all cute--tempting--wearing Steven's sweatshirt, eating breakfast in his home, as his girlfriend.
Steven's girlfriend. Not Jake's girlfriend.
"Jake, you know you can meet Y/N too, right?"
Steven's words from last night echoed in Jake's head, taunting him. And the ridiculous proposition that followed afterwards, of the two of them sharing you.
"You're a part of me, Jake. You deserve her, too."
And maybe, just maybe...Steven's right.
Maybe Jake did deserve you.
But did you deserve him?
"What's got you looking all emo?" Jake's head abruptly whipped around, seeing you with one hand holding the shower curtain open while the other clutched onto a towel covering your body.
Your naked body.
Jake's mouth went dry, completely paralyzed. All he could do was let his eyes scan you from head to toe, undressing you in his mind. He's already seen you last night and he thought he'd be fine just basking you in from Steven's point of view, but oh...he thought dead wrong.
Because now he really wanted to touch you. Feel you. Make you come undone, all because of him. All for him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" His question came out sharper than he intended it to, eyes narrowing as he watched your gaze drop, shifting on your feet uncertainly along with the tantalizing way you bit your lip.
You seemed to be engaging in a silent war with yourself before you shook your head, straightening up as you dared to meet his eyes and slowly dropped the towel to the floor.
"I told Steven this before, but I prefer to get things over with." You smiled a bit sheepishly, stepping into the shower; the warm drizzle of water helped to thaw the ice cold sensation anxiety gripped you with. "I'm a very impatient woman, Mr. Lockley."
"And you think jumping into the shower completely naked with a man you barely know is the answer to your impatience, señorita?" Jake arched a brow, an amused smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, it's not like I can get into the shower with clothes on, right? That's just fucking stupid." You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "Besides... It's because I want to get to know you that I'm here."
"This is a dangerous game you're playing, princesa." Jake murmured, his smirk instantly vanishing; that furrowed brows, clenched jaw sternness once more overtaking his striking features as he regarded you. "I'm not your sweet, sensitive little boyfriend. I'm not Steven." He practically hissed out the name, though there was more sadness to it than venom.
"This isn't a game to me, Jake." You stated firmly, standing your ground as you held your chin high and levelled your gaze with his. "None of this is. I take Steven very seriously--I take our relationship very seriously." You paused, taking a deep, shaky breath. "And I know, maybe I'm moving too fast, and I totally understand your doubts about this--about me. But I'm not a fucking dumbass. I know you're not Steven and I like you, anyway."
Jake was rarely speechless, but even as his mouth parted to say something--anything--nothing came out. He felt something fall down his cheek, and he wasn't too sure if it was water or the strange liquid that suddenly made his vision all blurry.
But he didn't have much time to ponder on it when your hand gently pressed against his cheek, your eyes kind and full of adoration, the same adoration you always bless Steven with and something Jake believed was only a far-off miracle for him.
"Y/N..." He choked out, glossy dark eyes intently set on you. "I'm a monster."
"You're not a monster, Jake." You were quick to counter, taking a step closer, now being chest to chest with Jake. "You're a part of Steven, and anything--anyone--that's a part of him is beautiful. And you sure as hell deserve to live your own life, too. And, well, if you'll have me..." You blushed, looking down. "...I would really, really like to get to know you better, Jake Lockley."
Silence smothered you, wrapping its invisible claws around your neck, and you now fully understood what people meant when they say something takes forever. You thought it would be easier and much less frightening if the ground actually opened up and swallowed you whole, but Jake finally put you out of your misery, his hand turning off the shower and a low chuckle bubbling out of him.
"Well... Damn." He smirked, cocking his head down at you, though his smug demeanour couldn't mask the rosiness that dusted his cheeks. "You really do like me and Steven, huh, querida? Or maybe it's just your boobs up against me that's convincing me."
"Well, if it's helping you to believe me, then I'm not complaining." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing your breasts against him. Both of your breaths stuttered at the close, intimate contact, and you whimpered as his hands landed on your hips, callused fingers squeezing your soft flesh.
"Dios mío..." He growled lowly, his hands slowly, reverently travelling up the curves of your body, leaving a burning wake, before dipping once more and giving your ass a hard smack.
"Ah..!" You gasped, lurching forward, your face bumping against his solid chest. You felt his chest vibrate as a deep laugh rumbled out of him, one hand fisting your hair and pulling your head back.
"I ain't lying when I said I'm not your sweet, sensitive boyfriend." There was mania in his eyes, baring shiny white teeth as he grinned widely at you; like a shark who's smelled blood--your blood--from a mile away, he's set his target and can't be satisfied by anything, anyone else. "Then again, if you could see Steven's thoughts like I can, 'sweet and sensitive' aren't completely accurate for him."
You gulped, but not from fear. You squeezed your thighs together, pupils dilating as you stared up at Jake. "I-I don't mind if you or Steven aren't sweet and sensitive. I wanna be treated nice, but there are plenty of ways 'nice' can be translated to..." You placed a hand on his abs, lips parting as you traced along his taut muscles, looking like some fucking Greek sculpture--a god--with the way his wet body shimmered a divine bronze. "Don't you think so...Papi?"
With no warning, you felt the air get knocked out of you as his lips collided with yours, attacking you; tongues intertwining with a clash of teeth, the moist smack of your lips harmonizing with the vulgar moans Jake drew out of you.
You felt Jake's neediness, the desperation underlying his roughness--as if this was not just the first, but the only time he'd get to kiss you and have you for himself.
As if you'd ever allow for this to be the only time.
Your hands fell to his shoulders, nails breaking his skin and marking him with crescent indents. He groaned as you did, kissing you with even more fervour, fiery passion never ceasing as you both chased after that hellish ecstasy; seizing, bruising, suffocating you.
More, more, more. Giving and taking, taking, taking.
You just could never have enough, clueless as to where you started and Jake ended, Jake's tongue practically down your throat now. You know you needed air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, but your body refused.
If this was how you died, then you'd die an elated woman.
But Jake suddenly pulled away from you, making you whine loudly. Your hands pawed at his chest, tears springing to your eyes and your ears couldn't even register the pitiful pleas that tumbled out of your mouth for more, more, more.
"You're such a fucking slut, aren't you, mi amor?" Jake snickered, one hand wrapping around your neck, thumb stroking the column of your throat, squeezing just enough to feel as if your head was floating. "Steven always saw you as this pure, innocent angel. But you're not, aren't you? You wanna be corrupted, don't you? You wanna be my pretty little devil, slut?"
"I'll be anything for you, Papi." You replied breathlessly, tears staining your scarlet cheeks. "Just be my everything."
"I'll be whatever--do whatever--for you, mi vida." His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but you heard him loud and clear, his earnesty and sweetness cloying. His other hand caressed your face before he leaned down, his tongue licking away your salty tears, a reprieve from the rapturous flames that engulfed him. "Now... What do you want Papi to do?" He purred, smirking wolfishly down at you. "You want me to fuck you? Spread your little virgin pussy, fill you up with my cock? Wanna see how much you can take, cariño. Take all my cum, don't waste a single fucking drop."
As tempting as his filthy words were, as much as you wanted to, you remembered how Steven refused to have sex with you last night. Of his promise that he'll make love to you another time, when he was better prepared with condoms. And fuck, you wanted him--them--so badly. Steven and Jake. But you respected Steven and his decision, and you did also want for your lovemaking to be special.
"Can I taste your cock, Papi?" You asked, biting your lip as you met Jake's gaze shyly. You felt like a mouse and he was the lion, yet you held the power in whatever was going to happen. "I-I promise I'll take it all... Take all your cum, like a good girl."
Jake knew that you chose not to have sex with him out of respect for Steven, and that only made him love you more. He felt a pang in his heart and a smile tugged up the corners of his lips, eyes locking with yours, full of tenderness and affection.
Right then and there, he knew that you were "the one". For him and Steven.
"Get on your knees like a good fucking girl, then." He breathed, and you didn't hesitate as you instantly dropped to your knees, breasts jiggling slightly as you did. Your eyes widened as his cock stood proudly, mere inches away from your face.
"I...I'm sorry if I'm...bad." Your voice came out as a squeak, mentally slapping yourself before clearing your throat. "I-I've never done this before!"
"You better have not or else I'll hunt down and kill all the fuckers you've ever been with." He barked out a laugh, but his eyes were dark and serious.
Murder was not something Jake Lockley ever joked about, after all.
Strangely enough, you found his possessiveness...sexy. Which only meant that Jake was already corrupting you.
But was that really such a bad thing?
You shook your head, focusing on the cock--erm, task--at hand. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, hearing Jake breathe sharply through his nose as you did. You licked your lips as you watched the pre-cum drip out of the tip, so curious, so transfixed like a moth to a flame.
Your tongue then darted out, experimentally licking the milky fluid. Jake threw his head back with a guttural groan; you've barely even started, and it made you fucking giddy that he reacted like this.
"Jake..." You murmured, giggling softly. You peered up at him through your long lashes, flashing him a dazzling smile. "You're so beautiful, Jake."
"That ain't something you should call a man, mi vida." Jake scoffed, but the crimson tint on his cheeks have spread like wildfire to the tips of his ears and neck. "Especially not when you're the beautiful one."
"Going soft on me now, Jakey?" You teased lightheartedly, slowly beginning to stroke his length.
Jake's breath hitched, brows furrowing as he watched you intently, attentively. "You really are a little devil, Y/N." He chuckled deeply, and you knew that meant trouble. "You think I'm going soft? Looks like you really have a lot you need to know about me."
Like before, his hand fisted your hair, pulling your head back and making you look up at him. "Open up, slut." And you did, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. You flinched slightly as his cock hit your tongue, his other hand grabbing his member and moving it around on your tongue, painting it white.
"Now you're gonna be a good cocksucker, got it?" He grinned down devilishly at you, eyes twinkling with sheer, wicked glee. "You're gonna make Papi cum, like the good whore that you are."
You nodded hastily, eagerly. And you just couldn't fucking take it anymore, jostling forward and burying his cock in your wet, hot mouth.
"That's. Fucking. It." Jake hissed, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly. Slowly, you began to bob your head, your mouth accommodating his size. You briefly wondered how anyone could ever even compare this to a banana or a popsicle stick; it was much bigger and your jaw started to hurt, which Jake quickly noticed as you tensed.
"Hey, relax." He cooed, reaching down to tenderly wipe away the tears you didn't realize were flowing down your cheeks. "Easy, Y/N. Relax your mouth, loosen up your throat... Fuck, yeah, that's it. Keep going, hermosa."
With newfound confidence and assurance, you gradually increased your pace. You hollowed your cheeks, your tongue sliding along the underside of his cock with each rhythmic bop of your head. Up, down, up, down--Jake's sinful groans bouncing off the walls of the bathroom, never breaking eye contact as you burned all of him into memory.
Then your surprised gasp was muffled as his foot pressed against your clit, only offering you a cocky smirk in return.
He began to move his foot, his toes budging your clit and stroking along your pussy. You moaned around his cock, grinding against his foot for more friction. Then his other hand grabbed onto your hair, both of his hands now pushing and pulling your head up, down, up, down--drool spilling down the sides of your mouth, resisting the urge to gag as the tip of Jake's cock pounded your throat, your hands floundering to his thighs as you clung on for dear life.
"Fuck, look at you... Una putita tan bonita solo para mí." He laughed, the thrusts of his hips growing fiercer, more rabid as he mercilessly fucked your throat. "Wanna taste me, mi vida? Think you've earned it?"
All you could do was nod, nod, nod--looking up at him pleadingly as you continued to desperately grind yourself against his foot, your own orgasm fast approaching.
Jake's jeering laughter soon stuttered into a heavy, gasping moan; his eyes squeezing shut as his head fell back, hitting the wall. You felt his cock twitch, releasing his seed, shooting down your throat and his balls slamming against your chin.
Your own release coated Jake's foot, your entire body shuddering from the intensity of it all and coughing as Jake finally withdrew his cock out of your mouth. But you didn't have time to revel in the afterglow as Jake's hand wrapped around your neck once more, dragging you up and crashing his lips with yours. You swapped spit and cum, but neither of you cared; the two of you groping, squeezing, clinging onto each other any which way your needy hands could fumble.
You didn't keep track anymore of who pulled away first, laughter ringing in your ears as you both grinned at each other; spent, happy.
The dawn of something new, exciting, promising shining between the two of you.
Wordlessly, Jake turned on the shower again. Then he grabbed the soap, his hands gliding along your smooth skin, his lips attaching to the crook of your neck where he could see the faint pinpricks of his handprint slowly materializing.
"Did I hurt you, mi vida?" As rough of a lover as Jake was, none of his pleasure mattered if you didn't enjoy yourself.
"A little bit." You admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing the top of his head. "But it's okay. I...liked it." You blushed furiously.
"Fuck..." He grumbled, pulling away and looking very much like a kicked puppy, something that you thought only Steven was a pro at. "As cute as you are blushing like that, princesa, I'm so fucking sorry. I know I should know when to stop, when to be gentle...but those are not really what I'm good at." His eyes drifted down, and you can tell that he had a lot more to say. A lot more to regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N."
"I forgive you, Jake. Now please... Stop beating yourself up, okay?" You cupped his face, pecking his nose and meeting his gaze. "I'm not lying when I said I liked it, but don't blame yourself too much. I also should've done something, spoken up if it was too painful for me." Your fingers ran through his hair, smiling softly, lovingly at him. "All of this is new for me--for us. But it's okay, 'cause we can learn together, yeah? And if you'd like, we can come up with a safe word if things get too rough."
Jake hesitated, wondering if you were really telling the truth and not just trying to comfort him. But one look at your sweet, loving smile was more than enough for his worries and doubts to fade away, his own smile gracing his lips and his hands holding your own that were so gently, kindly cupping his face.
"I think that would be great. Any idea what the safe word should be?"
"I was thinking 'Khonshu'." Your answer made Jake snort before he bursted into laughter, you joining shortly after.
"Mi vida, if you say that bastardo's name while we're fucking, you really are gonna make me go soft." He chuckled, pinching your cheek and kissing your forehead.
"Fine, fine! Clearly coming up with a safe word is what I'm not good at. Let's figure it out together." You playfully rolled your eyes, giggling and kissing his cheek. "Anyway, I'll head out first. But don't take too long or else I'll jump in the shower with you again and for the sake of Steven's water expenses, you do not want that happening."
"On one condition, señorita. You have to wear my clothes when you get out, not Steven's." He hummed to which you laughed and nodded, but just as you were about to step out of the shower, Jake suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his chest.
He leaned down to your ear, voice a low purr as he spoke; like it was a secret, a sacred oath between only the two of you.
"El amor de mi vida, mi salvavidas... Nunca te dejaré ir."
Your lips curled up into a smile, your heart swelling achingly within your chest. You turned around and leaned up on your tiptoes, your lips melting perfectly together with Jake's, becoming one.
"I love you, Jake Lockley." You whispered, sealing your oath. "Now... Don't keep me waiting. You know I'm an impatient woman."
Jake watched with a dumb, lovestruck grin as you pulled away giggling, finally stepping out of the shower and closing the bathroom door behind you. And as soon as you were gone, Jake piped up to the other occupant in the bathroom.
"Steven, ese... I know you're there, might as well say something, huh?"
'Bloody HELL, mate...' Steven's words stumbled out in a rushed, breathless breath. 'That was MENTAL.'
"You're welcome for the free show, ese." Jake chuckled, standing under the spray of the shower as he washed himself off.
Although Jake couldn't see Steven, he knew that the poor, flustered English man was having a damn heart attack at this very moment.
'That was...that was...' Steven was completely at a loss for words, making Jake smirk.
"The hottest fucking thing you've ever seen? Yeah, I know. Y/N's our sexy girlfriend, after all." Jake turned off the shower, hopping out and drying himself off with a towel. "You're right, by the way. We're both absolutely fucked."
'I'm just glad it all worked out, mate.' Steven replied, relief and happiness flooding his voice. 'You deserve her. WE deserve her. It's just...' He trailed off, sighing deeply. 'Now that I think about it, I'm worried about Marc.'
"Fuck Marc." Jake snapped, his eyes settling on the mirror, Steven's reflection staring back at him with an anxious crease between his brows and lips downturned. "We deserve to live our own lives, too, Steven. That cabrón's just gonna have to deal with it."
And deal with it, Marc will. But...
You'll have to deal with Marc, too.
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💚TD Master Post💚
💚Twisted Disneyland 💚
💚Imagine going to Disneyland on another planet,where aliens are fascinated by humans,their anatomy and behaviors for pleasure..The weird rides appealed to all genders and looked fun even though they were built upon the foundation of pleasuring their riders. Extraterrestrials walked by you,couples discussing their day.
You were taken aback,as media would push the agenda that aliens did'nt speak English. Apparently,they do,and perfectly.
From the corner of your eye an alien was also looking at the rides. Media had a habit of depicting aliens as grey skinny humanoids with black eyes and bald heads. The young alien took off the hoodie and was none of the aforementioned His head was covered with hair,styled as a long pixie cut,and had two sets of gorgeous eyes.
He was like Voldemort with the nose and eyes of a cat. When your eyes locked,he flushed while walking up to you,giving a toothy grin covered in braces,gesturing the human hello
Alien : Why the giggle?
You : [gasps] It was nothing. I've never seen such a beautiful alien before..
His hands had pods like a cat,or as humans affectionately call them beans. The fingers were long and each had beans. However they had no fingernail and were limited to only four on each hand,meaning the aliens lacked a pinky finger.
Alien : Earth media always makes us ugly.
His nose wiggled as he spoke but you paid it no mind and chalked it up to alien behavior. His voice and physique made you hotter than any living human to exist. If horny were to be redefined,your image would be affixed there.
The alien picked up your scent of heat,an SOS from your body to visit pound town with him right this minute,but he ignored it.
You : It's a little hot.
You undid a bit of your shirt,unknowingly wafting the sweet smell of horniness. Aliens found themselves glancing over,bumping into one another in the process because of this distraction.
Alien : There's a breeze. How could you be hot?
You : Dunno. It's just me maybe.
Alien : Wanna see something cool?
He showed you his tongue,which was way different from yours and above a modified tattoo junky. It was split into two,also very long. You creamed your undergarnments just seeing that tongue and imagining everything it could do to all the holes you were created with.
You : That IS cool.
Alien : Glad you think so!
He purred when you reached for his large pointed ears and rubbed them.
You : You honestly look like cat people.
Alien : Ah yeah Avatar..The otherworldly cat people. [chuckles]Except I'm not blue and 9 feet tall. So,I was eyeing these rides,and found them weird. Aliens are obsessed with humankind and their habits so I'm guessing these rides are soley off of that? Funny I run into a human..a really hot one at that.
You : You are handsome though.
Alien : Why thank you.
You : Are you gonna go with me on one of these rides?
Alien : Why not? They look fun,aside the occasional moans,gasping and screaming in orgasmic bliss.
You giggled,taking the chance with this interesting stranger💚
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candy prompts: karasu + sweet
during your first halloween together, karasu spends some time in the kitchen to impress you.
pairing: karasu x gn!reader
cw: nothing except for kissing, fluff and domestic bliss all 'round.
word count: 700.
a/n: this was inspired by the adorable karasu cupcake art made by @cosmicstarlatte. 🧡
You're adding the finishing touches to your Halloween costume when there's a sudden noise outside. The front door opens and quietly shuts again, and a happy grin spreads across your face when Karasu's familiar gait shuffles down the hall towards the bedroom you both share. When he appears in the doorway, his hair is a little out of place from the wind and his glasses are nowhere to be seen, probably tucked into one of his pockets for safekeeping. He rocks back on his heels slightly as he admires you, keeping his hands tucked firmly behind his back.
"Your outfit looks lovely." Like always, Karasu's comment is laced with adoration and your body warms through with his praise. His reflection in the mirror sweeps its gaze up and down your body. Your costume for tonight's party is hardly what you'd consider scandalous, but the heat in his eyes is undeniable.
You smile at him in the mirror as you tilt your face and inspect your costume makeup one more time. "I'll help you with your makeup once you've changed. You should probably get ready soon so we're not late."
Diavolo's birthday party is in less than an hour and the Devildom air feels charged with mischief and celebration. Karasu left earlier that afternoon to take care of an errand at Purgatory Hall, or so he claimed when he rushed out the door—you assumed it was something technology-related if his presence was required. "What did Simeon do to his D.D.D. this time that he needed your help with? I told him not to click anymore links in his Dmail messages if he's not sure who sent them."
Karasu takes a few hesitant steps towards you and something like guilt crosses his expression as he clears his throat. "Actually, the young angel Luke was helping me with something."
Huh? You spin around quickly in your seat; nothing about that vague explanation made any sense. "What do you mean?"
"Luke is an experienced baker, and I know Halloween is a special holiday for you." He looks a little bashful when he finally reveals what he's been hiding behind his back: a simple white pastry box, tied with black and orange ribbon. "I wanted to make something for you, and he offered to teach me because my own skills are poor at best."
You take the box from him gently, weighing the featherlight box in your hands carefully. The delicate ribbon gives way easily when you pull on the ends, and the top lifts up so you can look inside. The familiar scent of warm vanilla bean makes your mouth water, and you realize that nestled inside is a cupcake. The bottom is wrapped with shimmery black paper and there's a layer of deep-red buttercream swirled generously on top. You bite your lip to stifle a giggle when you notice a small black feather stuck to the side of the cake; you're not sure whether that's supposed to be a decoration or a little kitchen mishap he overlooked.
No matter how many feathers ended up stuck in the frosting, his thoughtful gesture feels overwhelming despite its simplicity. "You went to all this trouble for me? You don't even like desserts," you murmur quietly. You set the box gently on the dressing table before standing up to face him properly.
His lips twitch into a bashful smile and his palm is warm when he cups your cheek softly. "I might not like them, but you do." His wind-chapped lips brush across your brow. "Happy Halloween, dear one." When he catches your gaze, his dark eyes glitter with so much emotion that it nearly takes your breath away.
You should be ushering him towards the bathroom to shower and get ready for the party, but his lips are chilly from the blustery weather outside and that simply won't do. It's almost instinctive, the way you tilt your head up so you catch his lips with yours. He hums happily against your mouth, and like the sugary-sweet pastry he made for you, kissing him is too much temptation to resist.
Perhaps no one will notice if you're a few minutes late to the party after all.
read more: halloween 2023 masterlist || obey me masterlist
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ghoul perfume associations pt. 2 (halloween edition)!
halloween ghouls! a little bit murderous, a little bit monstrous. is the slight scent of blood from the perfume or did the ghouls just get back from a hunt? who knows.
(i thought it would be fun to make a Halloween/fall edition of the ghoul perfume list I made before, so here it is! for most of these the first scent is a little bit out there, and the second is more wearable/lighthearted.)
cw: themes of death and injury, a lot of talk about blood and murder
Aeon
Notes: clean linen, lavender, marshmallows, blood. Aeon smells clean and gentle, but that cleanliness is tinged red and metallic on the edges.
Perfumes:
Plutonian -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Soapy cleanliness sullied by blood and ashes.”
Sleepy Ghost -- Poesie Perfume
“Haunted by insomnia? Let this friendly ghost lull you to sleep with the blissful combination of marshmallow and lavender. You’ll be dreaming in no time!”
marshmallow pillows sprinkled with natural lavender essential oil and absolute for sweet dreams
Aether
Notes: amber, wood, blood. Aether smells warm and golden, resinous and a little bit spicy, like the ideal fall day spent lounging in front of the fireplace. But every so often you catch the edge of something that smells suspiciously like blood…
Perfumes:
Blood Amber -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Slivers of warm, pulsating blood forever crystallized in golden amber resin.”
The Dead Rise -- Poesie Perfume
“I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika. — Jonathan Harker’s journal”
dark roasted coffee beans spiked with fresh cardamom pods, cubes of brown sugar, ambroxan, cedar
Alpha
Notes: leather, smoke, spices, rot. Alpha smells aggressive and dangerous – and he is. Of all of the ghouls, Alpha is the most likely to admit to his hobby of hunting unsuspecting Abbey visitors for sport.
Perfumes:
Eau de Ghoul -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Dessicated skin coated in blackened ginger, cinnamon, and mold-flecked dirt, with cumin, bitter clove, leather, and dried blood.”
Hellfire -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“A scent celebrating Sir Francis Dashwood’s Order of the Knights of St. Francis of Wycombe, also known as the Hellfire Club. A swirl of pipe tobacco, hot leather, ambergris, dark musk and the lingering incense smoke from their Black Mass.”
Cirrus
Notes: dark fruits, musk, metal. Cirrus smells alluring enough that you can almost ignore the way her nails are a little too sharp, her smile a little too wild. Her idea of flirting is offering to help you hide a body, and you’re not sure she’s joking.
Perfumes:
The Enterprise of the Night -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Inspired by the opening pages of Circle of Blood. The scent of vice and darkness: flashing neon, oil-tinged petrichor, fading perfume, smeared lipstick, and the faintest touch of gunpowder residue.”
The Witch Queen -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Wild plum, red musk, tuberose, calla lily, heliotrope, pimento, ylang ylang and beeswax beneath a dark haze of sinister purple-hued incense smoke.”
Cumulus
Notes: florals, sugar, poisonous chemicals. Cumulus smells sweet, sugary in a way that gets stuck to your gums and makes your teeth ache. She has the face – and scent – of an angel, but something about the way her eyes follow you makes you uneasy.
Perfumes:
Shelley, Byron, and Keats -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Uncompromising idealism, haunted romanticism, fatal ennui, and a heady amount of scandal and vice: red roses and pale carnation with a draught of laudanum, smears of opium tar, a hint of absinthe, and mercury ointment.”
Tiny Phantom -- Poesie Perfume
“You see it there in the glass, a tiny phantom - a glimpse of white in an otherwise dark room. But there’s no need to scream, and there’s no need to faint -- the thing in the darkness is you.”
innocent pink roses, marshmallow buttercream, pale white musk, antique mahogany
Dewdrop
Notes: dark fruits, smoke, ash. Dew smells like the remnants of a house fire that may or may not have been set on purpose. He smells like if you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t let him out of your sight.
Perfumes:
Djinn -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Myths surrounding the Djinn paint them as many things: benevolent champions of mankind and slaves to mad sorcerers, malicious incubi / succubi and energy vampires, or malevolent harbingers of madness and disease.”
The scent of black smoke, of crackling flames, and smoldering ashes.
Silent Hill -- Spirit and Venom
“The combination of foggy air, deep fire smoke, dark pomegranate, and hints of overturned dirt and honey. Welcome to Silent Hill!”
Ifrit
Notes: black tea, brimstone, incense. Ifrit smells dark and clinging, slinky in a way that sets you on edge. He smells like going to sleep and knowing you won’t wake up.
Perfumes:
The Chapel -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“In the center of the room, a groveling figure is crouched before a woman draped in purple-black clerical robes. The woman’s eyes are filled with righteous hellfire, and she extends a hand in benediction to the man who has fallen prostrate at her feet. He murmurs, “Libera Te Ex Caelum”, and she gestures for him to rise. As he gets to his knees he winces in pain and moans in a strange expression of ecstasy, and you see small horns growing from his skull.”
Black incense, bitter wine, brimstone, bile, and blood.
Darkness -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Bottled gloom; the essence of oblivion. Blackest opium and narcissus deepened by myrrh.”
Mist
Notes: water, herbs, blood. Mist smells herbal and cold, like the transition of fall into winter. She smells a little bit sweet, a little bit metallic, a little bit dangerous. Her scent reminds you of rain so heavy and cold you can barely take a breath.
Perfumes:
Frostbite with Polar Bear Attack -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Slashes of sleet punctured by a coppery gout of blood.”
Villa Diodati -- Poesie Perfume
“A stately house on the edge of Lake Geneva, ringed by Swiss Alps so picturesque they look painted on the sky, in 1816 Villa Diodati hosted a group of travellers whose time there would forever be marked in history. As storms raged outside, in its candlelit rooms Mary Shelley conceived of her mad scientist and his iconic monster. Down the hall, poor Doctor Polidori (who was hopelessly in love with Mary and possibly Byron), was penning a little story that would inspire another little story. Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You may have heard of it.”
pungent wild rosemary and fresh balsam pine, crystal clear lakewater, dry, dark vanilla
Mountain
Notes: greenery, earth, poisonous mushrooms. Mountain smells like crushed leaves, like little brown mushrooms, like the change in the air when the calender hits October. He smells earthy and damp, as if he spent the day digging holes… for plants, of course. Right?
Perfumes:
Sinister Groundskeeper -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“A menacing figure in grassy overalls and mud-flecked boots, with a wheelbarrow full of sharp yet rust-stained implements. At least, it looks like rust…”
Clods of moist soil, crushed dandelions, and the coppery clove-tang of dried blood.
Death Cap -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“A lethal poison bundled up in a dainty, innocent little package that was oft times found in ancient witches’ flying ointments and astral projection balms. A warm, soft, ruddy scent, earthy and mild.”
Nimbus*
Notes: peach, rose, blood. Nimbus smells sweet – slightly earthy, slightly metallic – but overwhelmingly like peaches that are so ripe they fall apart in your hands. She smells like the thorn bushes that shrikes impale their prey on – but there aren’t any corpses in her garden. Probably.
Perfumes:
Sentence First, Verdict Afterwards -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Off with her head: white roses, tea roses, climbing roses, blood red roses, and a cluster of thorns, blood-spattered and sword-sharp, with clove bud and tobacco flower.”
Astaroth -- Fantome
“Ripe peaches, pumpkin flesh over a bed of red musk, honey cakes drizzled with white chocolate, & roasted pistachios.”
*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi
Omega
Notes: wood, amber, ink. Omega smells like the ghost of a once-warm sitting room. He smells like amber, like polished wood, like seeing something out of the corner of your eye and feeling watched for hours afterward.
Perfumes:
Quintessence of Dust -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistine’s portrait.”
Parlour -- Fantome
“Parlour is an atmospheric fragrance that is inspired by a 19th century Parlour at the height of the Spiritualism movement. Conjuring the dimly-lit rooms filled with dusty spirt boards, sweet wood, and magic.”
A darkly polished mahogany rapping table, spirit boards, sweet rosewood chests, burning incense, and a hint of vetiver
(i have this one and i love it sm, it's the best woody scent in my collection)
Rain
Notes: seawater, ozone. Rain smells like the ocean right before a storm: murky, almost-sweet, hair-raising. He smells like swimming in deep water and feeling something grab your ankle a little bit too tight for you to believe that it was just kelp. But it had to be, surely there isn’t anything else down there…
Perfumes:
Cthulhu -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.”
Circe Individiosa -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.”
Sunshine/Stratus**
Notes: summer fruits, spices, smoke. Sunny smells like the end of summer, right as it turns into fall. She smells like roasting marshmallows, like sticky heat, like biting into a late-summer strawberry and finding it rotten inside.
Perfumes:
Tongue Wall -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Fleshy and fruity: guava musk, slick strawberry lip gloss, and blood-tainted digestive juices.”
Zombie -- Possets
“You really need a big dose of toasted marshmallow and oude, a bit of burnt stick, and the unmistakable fragrance of the crisp autumn air. The obvious combination, wouldn't you say? Resinous and foody at the same time. Smoky, sticky fun.”
**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi
Swiss***
Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli, blood. Swiss smells like darkness so thick that there could be something right in front of you and you would have no idea – or maybe right behind you. He smells like earthy resin, wine the color of blood, and curling smoke. Something about his scent leaves a metallic tang in the back of your throat.
Perfumes:
Dead for Filth -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Raw Patchouli, opoponax, and a coppery dry blood exhale.”
Nosferatu -- Black Baccara
“A rustling of leaves appears before the footfalls as a group of pale vampires emerge from the autumn darkness. They bring with them the aroma of archaic earth, deep red wine, tobacco smoke, and red roses.”
dark patchouli, deep red roses, aged red wine, dirt, tobacco smoke, and fireplace embers
***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi
Zephyr
Notes: dust, ozone, dry rot. Zephyr smells like a house long abandoned: dusty, faintly sweet, a little bit like rotting floorboards. It’s a scent that draws you in as much as it pushes you away – like a haunted house that has become so lonely, it will do anything to make you stay.
Perfumes:
Yorick -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
“Grave dirt, bone, decay, angel’s trumpet, and moldering scraps of shroud: the essence of finality.”
Attic Ghosts - Paranormal Perfumes
“Attic Ghosts is an antique, timeless Victorian mansion. The house on the hill. Flickering lights in the hallways, shadows in the windows. Footsteps. Apparitions. A locked door to the attic.”
dusty wood, chestnut, smoke whisps, vanilla absolute, orange blossom, rose petals, jasmine, vetiver
if you got this far, thank you for reading! this one was SO fun to make, i hope y'all like it too. (and as always i would love to talk more about this/hear other people's thoughts!!)
#please note the formatting is a little weird on mobile#so if there are parts that are cut off you should still be able to see them on desktop#ghost bc#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghoul perfume thoughts#nameless ghoulettes
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Highway Star
Author: @discodeviant (Ao3: discodeviant)
Artist: @cuepickle (Ao3: cuepickle)
Summary: Billy, throughout his life, has experienced pain so great that he thinks it’s all there is—until Steve comes along and opens his eyes to a kind of love that lasts forever and far beyond.
Rating: M
Pairings: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Content Tags: ANGST! Unhappy Ending, Major Character Death, Domestic/Child Abuse, Suicide and Ideation, Grief and Mourning
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So he did exactly what he’d set out to do—eat, walk, window shop. He found a studded bracelet and a pinky ring, and a pair of dangling silver spikes for earrings. They attached to black beads and a little silver hoop; felt like him, so he bought those too even if he couldn’t wear them. One day, maybe, if he found the opportunity and if he wasn’t afraid of what piercing his ears meant for him. Neil was weird like that—bothered by some things, less so by others, very particular anyway. Billy had a dream, though, and kept some things close to him in case that dream were to ever come true. Jewelry and perfume, lighter clothes, longer hair. One day.
After a while longer of looking around, he itched for the water and got a double-scoop cone of vanilla bean ice cream to take with him to the beach. The clouds hardly put a dent in what sun shone through, so the sand stung his feet once his shoes were off, and he couldn’t have been more at ease. He dragged himself through with every step, digging his toes further in, making tracks behind him that the wind eventually covered back up. He felt like a kid again, smiling at the heat on his arms before he took his tank off to hang in his back pocket, and he supposed that this was what freedom felt like. Temporary bliss but bliss nonetheless. He reveled in it and didn’t care about the dripping, sticky dessert over his knuckles. Something was right again, something vague and distant, and he thanked the skies above for giving it to him.
It was almost summer.
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I am so in love with your Comte domestic au, I have read it so many times! What about a continuation for au week? It would have to be the "free space day," so if you have something in mind, obviously disregard this. But what about more domestic with Comte and his family spending time together? Or maybe for the soul mate au, it could take place before your other au fic, where Comte finds his soul mate? Oooh, or it could still be soul mates, but the kids are grown, and he's reflecting on big moments they've spent together?
Anyway... obviously, just delete this if you're not taking requests anymore or if you don't wanna use them. Sorry this got so long.
A/N: Hello anon! Here you go! This is a Soulmate au explaining how Comte met the mother of his children from this Domestic Bliss au from last years event! (and to the anon who asked for Comte and Bookstore au and the anon who asked for Comte and Coffee shop au....I combined them all 💜)
An entry for @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady 's Different Universe Same Love CCC
Comte x female reader
WC: 1349
Inked into the skin of your right shoulder, your black and white tree tattoo reaches towards the sky with its bare, spindly branches that echo the gangling shape of spider legs. You chose the image after going for a walk on a stark winter's morning. Something about it resonated with you, echoing the vacuity of your lonely heart.
You’re shelving the latest bloodsucking Young Adult novel, breathing in that delectable new paper smell, when a voice rich as caramel, interrupts, asking if you could please direct him towards the foreign literature. You turn to find yourself looking into arresting, honey-colored eyes set in a face that jerks your heart awake from its lonesome stasis. It begins beating a lively, almost frantic rhythm in your chest.
You give him directions even as you try to fit all the pieces of this beautiful man together in your mind: wavy dark blond hair, slanted cheekbones, lips that smile easily and with such warmth. He thanks you but doesn’t move. Neither do you. The moment your eyes met, something took its first breath, something cocooned deep in the chambers of your hearts and sparked to life by your connection, like the fertile meeting of sunlight and water.
A few minutes later you have a date to meet for coffee.
It feels so much larger than it sounds.
That night, as you lay in bed, dreams inhabited by a man with desert eyes, your tattoo changes. The branches are peppered with small, newborn leaves the color of limes. Fragile. Delicate. Hopeful.
The coffee shop is small, a hidden gem tucked into a side street you’ve never ventured down. You arrive too early, a habit you usually pride yourself on but now is causing waves of anxiety to rush through you. Will you look too eager? Who cares because it is truth. You are eager. You are so very eager to see Comte again.
And then, as if responding to the siren call of your longing, he appears in the doorway, gilded in sunlight. He looks damn near angelic as he enters the shop, a place that suddenly seems so mundane with its walls covered in glossy photos of coffee beans and faded tile floor.
He joins you, ordering tea, so much more civilized than your giant cappuccino topped with cinnamon and chocolate dust. Your eyes meet his and you flush, looking away. What now? Panic rears its ugly head, trampling the excited beat of your heart into the ground.
“Is that the latest X. Sycamore novel?” He notices what you have laying casually on the table by your drink, the beautiful indigo cover and gold lettering. It may be old-fashioned but you are a lover of books you can wrap your hands around, covers you can touch. Someone who has a tactile love of words. You nod. “Do you like her work?” In answer he reaches behind him, into the pocket of his beautifully-tailored beige coat and pulls out the exact same book.
From there it’s easy. So easy. One cappuccino becomes two. One cup of tea multiples like flower buds in spring time. Conversation flows like a current between you, rife with warmth and crackling with soft electricity. You decide you can’t pinpoint the exact color of his eyes because they are always changing. The brightness of Goldenrod when he is happy, dark as pyrite when he’s contemplating, animated as the sun’s shimmering caress of the sea when excited. You learn all his facial expressions and soak in the sound of his voice, burying them deep inside your heart to recall at any time.
When he checks his wristwatch and sighs, you sense your time together nearing its end. You stand abruptly, a motion spurred by the wild desire to beg him to stay and the need to act as though you are perfectly fine with him leaving. Unfortunately you knock against the table, sending your half-full cappuccino toppling just as he’s gathering his coat. Your heart, so light and breezy, turns to stone like a gargoyle in sunlight, sinking down into the twisting pit of your stomach. The stain across the expensive wool looks garish, something out of a horror movie.
At first he refuses your offer to pay for the dry cleaning but you are insistent and he relents. You feel oddly giddy. If the price of seeing him again is a cleaning a soiled coat, then you are willing to pay it. Gladly.
That night, your tree changes yet again. The branches are fuller, anointed in thick, lustrous green. Leaves unfurl themselves towards an invisible sun, towards a welcoming sky.
You hold the freshly cleaned jacket as if it is a child in your arms, tenderly so as not to wrinkle it. The garment bag is a soft blue, a stark contrast to the dark, rich colors of the mansion you find yourself walking through. If elegance were to fashion itself into a home, this would be it. Your heels click across the polished wood as the butler leads you to where Comte is waiting for you. His library.
The garment bag is removed from your arms and he is speaking in that sonorous voice as he greets you but you are not listening. Your mind is trying to soak in the sight of the shelves, rows and rows of shelves, towering above you to meet the breathtaking molded ceiling. Surely this is heaven. Surely he is its keeper.
His hand on your shoulder steadies you, brings you back down to earth, to his warm gaze and the scent of sandalwood. Would you like a tour? You nod and his hand slips down until it takes yours, gentle at first, questioning. You tighten your grip, wordlessly telling him yes, this is ok. Yes you want this. His exhale of relief is audible.
“Let’s begin over here, with Molière.”
That night, your tree has added hundreds of tiny buds clustered throughout its green branches. Each flower bud a tiny pink universe waiting to be born.
He invites you to the cinema where you hold his hand, fingers interlaced as you lose yourselves in the story playing across the screen. The dream ends when the lights come on, scattering the wispy remnants of magic the movie spun around its audience.
You step out of the theater, hands still clasped together and stop as you notice the light haze of rain that has started falling. You glance at Comte. The bus stop you need to get to is several blocks down. He squeezes your hand.
"It doesn't look so bad, chérie. Shall we?"
You agree and together step out into the cool rain. For the first minute it really isn't so bad. The rain dampens your clothing, kisses your skin gently. But after that, it's as if the clouds decided the warm-up is over. The storm gathers its thunderous drums and flashy lightning guitars and the real show begins.
You jump as his arm gathers you close against his side for protection, a bulwark in the sudden downpour. Together you search for shelter through the blur of rain. It only takes you a second to remember where you are.
The oversized awning of the bookstore shields you from most of the heavy rain. You turn within the circle of Comte's protective embrace, your gaze slowly tracing a path up the pale column of his throat, the angle of his jaw, the curve of his lips where it stops, caught there like a thread on a nail. Something warm is unspooling within you, lifting you up to meet him as he leans down, both of you moving in unspoken tandem. Your eyes flutter closed and the world shrinks down to the feel of his lips on yours, cool with rainwater.
The moment your lips touch, you glow with the warmth you have felt in his presence from the beginning. It plunges into the furthest corners of your heart, taking root. As he cradles your head in his gentle hand, his mouth moving over yours, seeking and finding, you know.
You know.
You know.
He is yours, now and forever.
That night, you sleep in Comte’s strong arms. Your tattoo is in full bloom, a symphony of soft, pink cherry blossoms, a timeless concert of exquisite joy and breathtaking tenderness. A testament to the love of two souls, meant to be.
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For the HSR OC request, I chose Puji.
Age: 30
Looks: Puji is a hybrid human and a hedgehog. She has black ears on her head and a small tail. She is short which gives her "cute" looks. Puji has spiky black eyes and medium hair. She wears a white blouse black overalls, garden shoes with the drawing flowers, and a pair of small silver piercings on her ears. (The picked picture does not show it, since it didn't had special ears for hedgehogs).
Background: Puji was born on the planet Downhill. The reason the planet is called like that is because the hedge-people live in the dark underground. Puji has two sisters, Morana (who is the eldest one), and older twin sister Khalida whom she is always close.
On this planet, at the age of sixteen every civilian is required to get power. They also get the path depending on their power. For example, Puji got healing power and was chosen by Yaoshi. Unlike in Xianzhou (whom they also had war with), in Downhill, the civilians worships Abundance, since they also believe that eternal life is a "bliss."
The planet also prohibited their civilians from living on the planet, due to "safety." The other characters from another plant also cannot enter the planet, due to their government's lack of trust. Nevertheless, Puji always has a dream to travel around the universe.
Puji's healing power is viewed as important, especiallyat her planet. Once she heals someone or something, is not only returns to life but raises the life. Even the plants, fruits, and vegetables, that were out of season were healed by her. She also can create flowers from her hand and uses them to heal other characters.
Puji was abused by her parents and was constantly forced to train her powers. The hedge-people who got their power must train a lot and fight or else they lose their power, as well as their eternal life. One day Puji gets into a fights with her dad and kills him in able to protect herself from his attacks. Her mom forced Puji to bring him back to life, but Puji refused.
As her mom kills her, she suddenly dies. Puji believes it's all her fault and escapes from the planet, by using space ship. However, it was Yaoshi who killed her parents, since they abused her powers and they were bad at worshiping her.
Unfortunately, Puji crashes into Herta's space station. When she wakes up she meets Himeko and agrees to join Astral Express. Puji is not only a trailblazer but also a doctor.
Personality: Puji is a shy, awkward, quiet. introvert, and anxious bean. She was also popular during high school, due to her "cute" looks. However, Puji never liked that her classmates liked her just for her looks. She always wanted them to like her for who she was. Even though Puji does need to be more confident, she is a smart character and always thinks twice before jumping to the action. Puji also despises crowds.
Cannon: Puji has a crush on Himeko. She loves how genuinely kind and gentle Himeko is. Puji is also intolerant to alcohol and when she is drunk she becomes clingy. Puji is afraid of foxes since they hunt hedgehogs. (Fun fact: foxes eat hedgehogs).
For the prompt can you please choose any fem yandere(s) who is jealous of Himeko, because Puji likes her instead of them. Plus they believe that Himeko does not care about Puji's safety. How would they kidnap her, what kind of yandere they would be, what kind of love language they would show to Puji, and how would they react if Puji wanted to be with Astral Express? You can choose multiple fem characters if you are okay with that. Sorry for the long oc's bio.
The kind of shoes Puji wears.
Alright, Hope you'll enjoy😁
Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Murder
Topaz: She meets Puji when she tries to get back the money that Belebog owes the IPC, she takes one look at her animal features and immidiatly falls in love, it isn't obsessive yet but it wont take long.
Topaz is greedy, she hates that Puji is part of the Astral Express, she has offered Puji a position as her assistant but was turned down, and why was she turned down, cus apparently Puji has a crush on the navigator of the express.
Topaz can't bear being away from Puji for too long, much less when she knows that Puji has a crush on Himeko, she wants to tear the navigator to pieces, but she calms herself down, she is so close to put Puji into debt, and when she does she will take her away, she'll be Topaz property until she can pay off that debt, and Topaz will make sure that never happens.
"All you have to do is pay back what you owe, if you can't then I'm afraid you'll never see Himeko ever again, don't worry, I'll keep you close for a long long time"
Herta: she saw Puji through the cameras of her station before Himeko even met her... and she didn't care one bit about her, why would she, Herta sees herself above most people, she didn't care about Puji until Puji ran into one of her dolls, Herta thought that maybe she should strike up a conversation, she was a bit curious how she arrived here.
Herta introduces herself, she feels interested in Puji, she gives off a strange aura, she almost never finds herself interested in anyone so she asks Puji multiple questions about herself, it doesn't matter to her that the questions may be a bit personal, she wants to know.
Herta has never felt as jealous as when Puji and Himeko meet, but she reasures herself that Puji will stay here, no one would refuse an offer from her of all people, she wants Puji to live on this station, but when Puji chooses to go with Himeko instead, well she grabs Puji when she is alone and decides to kidnap her, what Herta wants she'll get, no matter what or who it is.
"You aren't leaving me, I've decided that I want to keep you so that's what I'll do"
#yandere#yandere honkai star rail#yandere hsr#yandere female#yandere topaz#yandere topaz x reader#yandere herta#yandere herta x reader#oc#oc x canon#oc x character event
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Hunk is awoken, quite rudely in his opinion, by the slam of a door, an all-too-loud “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HUNK!” and the unmistakably painful feeling of his dumbass best friend’s bony ass running and jumping straight on his poor, unsuspecting body.
“I hate you,” Hunk says, once he’s recovered his breath and his body no longer feels like one giant bruise. (How someone who is essentially a bean stalk can cause so much damage is beyond him.) “Like, not joking.”
Lance squiggles around until he’s lying comfortably (still on Hunk’s person, the little shit), grinning sunnily with his hands tucked under his chin. “False. You love me. You think I am charming.”
“I think you’re a menace,” Hunk responds, but doesn’t argue the first part. As much as Lance is a giant pain in the ass, Hunk really does love him.
Ugh.
“I will, however, judo flip you onto the cold hard floor if you don’t get off me in three seconds.”
Hearing the genuine threat in Hunk’s voice (it is not the first or last time Hunk has picked Lance up like a sack of flour and thrown him on the nearest soft surface), Lance scrambles to comply, sitting at the edge of the bed and pouting.
“You’re being mean. You’re a meanie.”
Hunk smirks. “Can’t call me names on my birthday.”
Lance rolls his eyes. “Whatever, butthead. Hurry up and get dressed so you can meet everybody in the kitchen for Birthday Boy Breakfast. I kept Shiro and Keith out of the kitchen at gunpoint, so the food is actually edible.”
Hunk thinks back to the thick black smoke that had filled the castle halls the one and only time Shiro was allowed near the stove, and the still-there hole in the ceiling from Keith’s only attempt.
“Good call.”
“Yep. Only the best for you, Hunky.”
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Hunk gets ready as slowly as he possibly can, just to be contrary. Also as revenge for Lance body-slamming him, but mostly just because he thinks it’s funny. He is pretty excited, though, so he doesn’t take too long.
He likes celebrating with his family. They may be a group of weirdos who do strange things like break into his workshop at the dead of night to reorganise everything like nocturnal cleaning fairies (thanks, Pidge), but still. It’s always fun.
He’s greeted by a chorus of birthday wishes the second he steps foot in the kitchen, tackled by Allura and Pidge in a hug that nearly knocks him clean off his feet.
“Thanks, guys,” he says, grinning.
Shiro smiles warmly at him, patting him on the back as he sits down and sliding a slice of cake in front of him.
“Lance made sure I had nothing to do with it,” he promises. He glares playfully at the man in question, who has no qualms about sticking his tongue out like an eight year old.
“Everybody say ‘thank you, Lance, for ensuring we don’t get poisoned’,” Lance teases.
“Rude!” Shiro exclaims, at the same time everyone thanks Lance as loudly as possible.
Hunk is shaking his head fondly as he takes a bite, so he’s distracted, and so the flavour of the cake is something of a surprise. He has to close his eyes in bliss as the sharp sweetness reminds him so achingly of home.
“How did you manage to make this taste like pineapple?”
“That was me,” Pidge says, pushing her glasses up her nose and smirking. “With the endless and terrifying power granted to me by the universe, I created for you of my own magical hands a small taste of home —”
“She has been trying through trial and error to genetically engineer a pineapple for six months,” Keith interjects drily. “I was the taste tester. I have tasted some horrors that are truly beyond your comprehension. Happy birthday.”
“Hey!” Pidge complains. She looks to Coran. “Coran, he stole my thunder!”
Coran smiles. “Yes, dear. I heard.”
She glares as Keith smirks at her. “Do something!”
“What would you like me to do?”
“Well, you either ground him or I fight him, so there’s two options. And my fists are already up.”
When Coran fails to do anything other than snort in amusement, Pidge stays true to her word, lunging for Keith, whose expression shifts rapidly from smug to terrified. He shrieks (Pidge is small and Pidge is vicious), sprinting to hide behind Allura, who immediately says “I do not love you enough to take that particular bullet for you,” and shoves him back in Pidge’s direction.
God, space birthdays are the fuckin’ best. Nowhere else in the universe does Hunk get to watch this much stupid drama take place unironically as he eats cake.
He in Lance watch in amusement as Pidge does her level best to murder Keith without actually killing him as Allura shouts encouragement. Coran cuts himself a large slice of cake, totally nonplussed by Keith’s yells of betrayal.
It takes Shiro longer than usual to separate them. Keith must have pissed him off, recently.
“Best birthday ever,” Hunk says pleasantly, once everyone has finally made their way to the table.
He means it.
#another short one but i like it teehee#vld#voltron#hunk#hunk garrett#lance#lance mcclain#hunk & lance#pidge#pidge holt#keith#keith kogane#shiro#takashi shirogane#coran#coran coran the gorgeous man#allura#princess allura#team as family#happy birthday hunk#fluff and humour#dorky team#my writing#fic fragment
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Déjà-Brew – E. Pettersson
Here a little fic I wrote for @ryngrvs birthday celebrations!! I chose the bingo strip of: ‘unrequited love’, ‘handwritten notes’, ‘mutual pining’, ‘you make me better’, ‘golden retriever x black cat’.
I had a lot of fun writing this and creating all the little things that went into it, and I’m definitely indulging in the fantasies of my teenage barista self. And yes, I definitely fudged the Canucks schedule for November. I hope you enjoy this C! Happy birthday 💛
Summary: Elias Pettersson walked into a coffee shop one morning and met Joanna.
Word count: 8.2k
Warnings: light angst, fluff, pining
*
Elias was restless. He had a call scheduled with his agent first thing this Monday morning, 9am, but it was only 6am and he couldn’t sleep. It was ridiculous really, that on a rare day off training, his body woke up anyway, but here he was wide awake with no hope of slipping back into sleep. There was no point just lying there, staring up at the ceiling either. So with a sigh and a brief close of his eyes, he pushed himself upright, reluctantly kicking the warmth of the duvet away. A brief run outside would be productive at least, right? And he could definitely zone out enough to not have to wake up fully. It was better than lazing around and he could absolutely use it to humble-brag to his teammates later – perfect.
By the time he stepped outside into the brisk September air, Elias did regret trying to be proactive a little bit, but it was too late now. He’d committed to it, and it would make the trainers happy if nothing else. So he set off, music providing the perfect backdrop to drown out the sparse early morning commuter traffic, leaving him to lightly jog down the streets of his neighbourhood in an eerily empty bliss. He knew he didn’t spend enough time exploring his surrounding area, noting the cafes and bars and restaurants in passing that he didn’t recognise, all of them still dim in the grey morning light. Maybe he should do this more often – coming out and seeing the world while it was relatively empty, cementing his place in the city that he hoped to call his own for a long time to come.
He ran and he ran and he ran, losing himself in his thoughts until his watch beeped loudly, telling him he’d run a full 3 miles; 45 minutes had flown by, without evening realising it. Elias winced as he slowed down to a stop, realising he was a long way from his apartment now, and turned around with a quiet groan to start the journey back. The sun was starting to rise now, just around 7am, so he knew the world would start coming alive soon, something he was hoping to avoid. It wasn’t that he didn’t love the fans, especially the little kids who were always so happy to see him, but at this time in the morning it was the last thing he wanted to do, to make polite small talk when he was only thinking about coffee and breakfast.
Actually, coffee wasn’t a bad idea.
By the time he’d made it back to his neighbourhood, to the cafes and bars and restaurants he’d passed earlier, he noticed one little light on. A coffee shop – exactly what he needed. Déjà-Brew. Huh, a pun he didn’t automatically hate. That was something new. And it only 7.30am, so it was too early for anyone other than office commuters to be around, which was even better.
Elias found himself slowing down to a stop outside the shop, turning his music off and tugging out his headphones, noticing there were barely any customers. Perfect. He’d been hoping for, and expecting, the warmth that hit him like a wall as he opened the door, the familiar scent of freshly-ground coffee beans, the cosy armchairs and rickety tables, and the splashes of colour in the artwork across the walls.
What he wasn’t expecting was the beaming smile that greeted him the moment he walked through the door.
“Good morning Sunshine!”
That…that was a lot of pep.
“Um, hello?” he offered, a lot more hesitant that he expected.
The girl behind the counter just laughed, smile staying present, and tilted her head, copper hair shining in the bright lights of the store.
“What can I get for you, on this beautiful day?”
Still cheerful, still upbeat, still smiling. And as he walked up to the counter, he noticed exactly how beautiful that smile was, matching the person wearing it. That was a weird thought. But it was true, all the same.
“A large cappuccino?” he asked, saying the first thing that came to mind.
“Sure thing! What name, and is that to have in or take out?”
“Elias. Take out. I’ve got to get back to a meeting,” he admitted, a little sheepishly.
What had prompted him to say that? He didn’t even know this girl…and yet here he was, blurting out things that she didn’t need to know.
But she just giggled, nodding. “Rather you than me – thank you for stopping by our little store anyway!”
Elias found himself smiling softly as she scribbled down the order on the side of the cup, her good mood infectious, something which he was sure was one of the main reasons she was at the register this early in the morning. The girl passed the cup over to her colleague to start making the order, before ringing up his total.
“That’ll be $4,” she said, that pretty smile still in place.
He handed over a $10 bill. “Keep the change.”
It was the least he could do, right? To say thanks for putting him in such a good mood? Especially since it wasn’t always such an easy feat.
“Awesome, thank you! Your coffee will be ready soon, and you can pick it up just down the end there.”
He just nodded, earning another beaming smile back, leaving him a little stunned in the best way as he shuffled down the counter to wait. He watched as she immediately put the change in the large tip jar on the counter, humming happily to herself even as she whipped out a cloth and wiped over the surface on her side that didn’t need wiping. Endlessly optimistic, a positive energy he’d only seen from Brock on his good days, and he wondered how much of it was real. Even just thinking that, he knew he was at least a little wrong for doubting her positivity, because as far as she knew no-one was watching her, and there she was carrying it out – so it wasn’t for show. Who was this girl? What was her deal? What was it about her that made her occupy his thoughts like this?
“Large cappuccino for Elias?”
He tore his gaze away from the girl behind the counter, hoping there wasn’t a tell-tale blush on his pale cheeks, and stepped up to retrieve his coffee. But what he saw written on the side stopped him in his tracks. Other than his name and his coffee order, there was an extra message…just for him?
image description: handwritten note, have a wonderful day! with a drawn cartoon sun.
“Just so you know, Jojo really is that cheerful 100% of the time. It’s genuine.”
A deep voice startled him out of his thoughts, making Elias glance back up at the counter to see the male barista who’d made his drink looking at him in amusement.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Elias murmured.
The barista just laughed, nodding his acknowledgement, before leaving Elias to glance down at the cup one last time. Jojo. A beautiful name to match a beautiful smile and beautiful face. Okay now he was just being ridiculous. What was it about this girl that had him so intrigued? Whatever it was, he couldn’t get caught up in it right now – he really did have to get going. But maybe he could come back? That wouldn’t be too weird, right? It wouldn’t do anyone any harm if he came back to see her again, right?
As Elias walked out of the shop, he caught eyes with the pretty girl – Jojo – behind the counter again, finding himself smiling slightly as she waved goodbye, and it was all he could do to raise his coffee cup in salute as he walked out the door. Maybe a little bit of positivity like that would be good for him, every now and again.
And damn, the coffee was good too.
~
Joanna watched the coffee shop door close with a small smile on her face, replaying that adorable dorky little salute over in her head. That wasn’t the interaction she’d been expecting this dreary Monday morning, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
“Of all the people you could’ve served this morning, it had to be Elias Pettersson,” Carl mused.
She glanced up at her colleague, raising an eyebrow at the grin on his face.
“What’s so bad about that?” Joanna frowned, “You were the one who actually made his coffee?”
“He’s famous? And cute as hell? And you just acted as if he was anyone else?” he laughed.
Oh, she knew who he was. She wasn’t blind – and this was Vancouver. But why wouldn’t she treat him like anyone else?
“He wasn’t here for a team thing. He wasn’t even wearing any merch. He was literally being just a normal person coming in for coffee,” she shrugged, “I wasn’t going to make him feel awkward about that.”
“Only you, Jojo. Only you,” Carl teased.
Joanna rolled her eyes, smiling fondly, and just shook her head. While she watched hockey like any other Canadian, she wasn’t a superfan – Carl on the other hand absolutely was – and even then, she wasn’t going to treat poor Elias like an alien just for the crime of existing in the coffee shop she worked in. Aside from the fact she was only working part-time around her college classes, Joanna actually quite liked working at the shop; she’d been there since she was 16 so she had the routine down well, she adored her ridiculous co-workers, and she loved the opportunity to brighten someone’s day just by smiling and greeting them. Maybe it wasn’t much to some people, but it was more than enough for her.
And if Elias Pettersson became one of those people whose day she brightened? Well, then she wasn’t going to stop any time soon.
*
“Howdy partner!”
Elias found himself back at the coffee shop two weeks later, now in the first week of October, unable to come in before this Monday morning with training and the roadtrip schedule. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the barista, her copper hair and beautiful smile, even to the point where Nils and Brock teased him about his abnormal spacing out, but he’d refused to admit what – or who – occupied his thoughts. No, this was something he wanted to keep for himself, while he was still processing his thoughts about it all. About her. Was he stupid or creepy or weird for not being able to get someone he’d only met once out of his mind? He hoped not. Even so, when he realised he had the Monday morning free, he’d made up his mind to go back to the coffee shop ahead of training later in the morning, not needing the excuse of running. If nothing else, the coffee was damn good. That was how he justified it to himself anyway, rather than letting himself feel like a weirdo for hoping for the chance to see her again.
But there she was, bright smile and cheerful greeting.
“Howdy?” he mused.
“Eh, I’m trying something new this week,” she shrugged, unphased.
There was just something about her optimism that lifted his mood.
“You can’t win them all,” he said simply.
She gasped dramatically, hand clasped over her heart, earning laughter from her colleagues and a small smile from him. Adorable.
“You are a tough guy to win over – I’ll remember that,” she grinned, “Large cappuccino, right? Elias?”
Heat flared on his cheeks at her teasing – he loved that about her, that she made him feel so comfortable – and she remembered his order? After only one time?
“Yeah, that sounds great, thanks,” he nodded.
She hummed to herself as she scribbled the order onto the cup, passing it along to the girl standing next to her before she looked back at him.
“That’ll be $4,” she said, smiling.
He passed over $10, same as the previous time. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks! That’s so kind of you,” she said cheerfully.
Elias didn’t think it was anything particularly kind that he’d done, but he wasn’t going to complain if it got her to smile at him like that. He moved along the counter to wait for his drink, same as last time, and in no time at all the girl behind the coffee machine called out his name. Just as he’d hoped, there was a message written in the pretty cursive handwriting from before.
Image description: handwritten note, in case no-one said it today – you’re great!
Elias let out a soft laugh, a small smile spreading across his lips at the little message. Yet again, the barista’s positivity was infectious. What did the male barista last time say her name was? Jojo? No, it felt weird ‘knowing’ her name when she had never told him it herself. The normal thing to do was to ask her himself, right?
Thankfully there was no other customers at the counter, and she was still standing there by herself, so Elias walked back down to see her, a knot in his stomach that he was trying to ignore.
“Thanks for the message,” he mused.
“Ah, just a little something to make your Monday morning a little brighter,” she shrugged, although a pleased flush dusted her cheeks.
So cute. So ridiculously cute.
“I bet everyone appreciates it,” he added.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment before smiling wryly.
“I don’t write them for everyone,” she admitted, blushing a little harder.
She didn’t? So he was an exception here? Well, that was good to know. Very good.
“In that case, I should probably ask the name of the girl who makes me smile on a Monday morning,” Elias said smoothly.
She laughed, but in a way that he knew wasn’t at him.
“Joanna. Most people call me Jojo,” she said sweetly, smiling up at him.
Joanna. Even more beautiful. While the confidence was still with him, he smiled properly at her, earning a wide smile back.
“Nice to meet you, Joanna.”
“Nice to meet you too, Elias.”
The sound of the coffee shop door opening broke him out of the little bubble they were in, and he cleared his throat, taking a step back to find a sense of normality again. What was it about this girl?
“Thanks for the coffee. See you soon?” he asked hopefully.
Idiot. Of course he’d see her if he came in here while she was working. Idiot.
“Yeah, see you,” she nodded, still smiling.
Well at least she wasn’t laughing at him going from smooth to foolish. That was something at least.
~
She felt like she was on cloud nine. Joanna could only smile to herself as she wiped over the counter after Elias left the shop – he’d actually come in again! And he’d talked to her, even asked her name! It was stupid feeling so giddy after such a short conversation, but damn it he was cute, okay?
“So that was interesting.”
Joanna turned her head to look at her colleague, smile still on her face even as the customers she’d just served moved to a table to sit down. Carl, her usual Monday morning co-worker had swapped his shift with Jessie, the barista who usually worked Tuesday through Friday, so Joanna still knew her well – even if it through her usual routine off, it was still nice to see a friendly face this early in the day.
“What was?” Joanna asked.
“I haven’t seen the two of you interact before, but Carl was right – he’s definitely interested,” Jessie mused.
Of course Carl was gossiping. “He’s not interested. Why would someone like him ever look at me twice? I’m nobody.”
Oops. That came out a little more self-deprecating than she’d intended it too. Not that she was wrong, but still.
Jessie pursed her lips, shaking her head. “Baby, no-one holds a conversation that smoothly if they don’t think you’re cute. And you are not nobody – you are Jojo, queen of the cash register and future empress of sociology. He’s lucky to get those cute little messages from you on his cup, let alone the time of day.”
Joanna blushed, shaking her head.
“You know who he is,” she said, voice soft, “Next to him, I’m literally nothing.”
“And yet he smiled because you treated him like a normal guy. Own that. If nothing else, it’s a bit of flirting to liven up your Monday,” Jessie shrugged.
She was right. Jessie was so right. Joanna had never been someone who viewed the world so negatively, and she wasn’t going to start that now.
“Yeah, that’s true. I can own that,” Joanna said firmly.
“Damn right you can,” Jessie laughed. “Now, where did Carl put the oat milk?”
*
Halloween was both the joy of her year and the bane of her life. Joanna loved the fact that she got to dress up and have some fun with her friends watching spooky movies – in fact, she and a few of her college friends had a standing tradition for after her shift – but it also meant that she had to dress up at work.
So there she was, waving in Carl as he arrived to start his shift at 7am, both of them dressed in full pirate regalia. That was the theme this year; all the people who worked on Halloween decided on co-ordinating outfits, as a fun way to pass the time. Last year they’d decided on superheroes (and Joanna had made a killer Black Widow, if she said so herself), with the previous years including greeks and romans, cheesy 90s romcoms, and even Ghostbusters. It was the only thing that made the working on the day of Halloween worthwhile – even if it took her a little while to get used to all the stares that people sent her.
But she powered on, trying to ignore the fact that she was dressed a little ridiculously. It was Halloween, after all, and she knew for a fact that a good proportion of their customers would probably be wearing costumes at all, so at least that was something to look forward to.
Speaking of things to look forward to…Elias. He’d been in one other Monday this month since he’d asked her name – why Mondays, she still had no idea – but seeing him for a third time this month? Amazing.
“Ahoy matey!”
Oh wow, that one was bad, even for her. But Elias just laughed, immediately smiling at her, and all of a sudden it didn’t matter that she was wearing a tri-corner hat and a billowing white shirt. Funny how that worked.
“Ahoy to you too. You guys are really into Halloween huh?” he said, glancing around at all the decorations they’d put up this morning.
“Oh you have no idea. This is pretty tame for us – and at least the theme could be worse?” she mused.
Elias laughed again, nodding his agreement, leaning on the counter with his elbows as he smiled at her. “Yeah we’ve had some pretty bad group costumes. One year was the Shrek characters. Another year was Minions.”
Damn, yeah okay, she had definitely gotten off lightly with pirates then. Although knowing Elias, he probably pulled off whatever costume he’d worn. Cute as hell – Carl had been right saying that the first time he’d come in.
“Alright, you win,” she giggled.
“It got us a few laughs and a lot of smiles, so it was worth it,” he shrugged, although his cheeks flushed with a light pleased pink.
How sweet.
“Are you having your usual?” she asked, smiling up at him.
“Yeah, go for it,” he nodded, smiling back at her.
Joanna swung her copper braid over her shoulder – still not used to having it out of its usual high ponytail – humming to herself as she scribbled down today’s message. Hopefully this would put a smile on his face too. While Carl made the large cappuccino, Elias stayed up by the cash register, the two of them making small talk about past Halloween experiences, Joanna fully taking advantage of the lack of early customers to take these little extra moments with him. It was things like this that got her through the day, a smile like his on such a pretty face, and the fact that he was willingly talking with her rather than moving along? Well that made all the difference.
“Here you go.”
Carl’s amused voice broke them out of their conversation, Elias taking the cup from her colleague with a dry laugh.
Image description: handwritten note, smiling at strangers never goes out of style.
Elias looked over at her with a little grin, making her let out a breathy laugh even as she allowed herself to indulge into melting into a puddle at the warmth of his gaze.
“You are incredibly sweet, you know that right?”
“Oh, it’s nothing really,” Joanna said, feeling her cheeks heat up in a blush regardless.
“I don’t think you realise how much of an impact you have on people,” Elias shrugged, leaning casually against the counter as he smiled at her.
What a smile it was.
“And yet she’s single as hell, such a shame.”
Joanna flinched at the sound of Carl’s passing remark, cheeks flaring now as she glared at his retreating back, wishing the ground would just swallow her up. It was bad enough that she was dressed as a pirate, but he had to tell Elias of all people that she was single? Why?!
“Their loss.”
“What?” she said, looking back at Elias.
But he just shrugged, still smiling that sweet small smile at her. “All those guys who don’t realise how amazing you are. It’s their loss,” he said simply.
Oh wow.
“Working here as well as taking full-time classes takes up all my time, if I’m being honest,” she said, trying to regain at least a little of her dignity.
“Makes sense,” he mused, “what are you studying?”
She stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out why he was interested in that kind of mundane information, but his intense gaze didn’t change at all. He really was asking her about herself…to get to know her better? Well, she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
“I’m studying sociology at UBC. There are so many different aspects to it, like gender equality to law to race and discrimination, and I just love it,” she admitted, smiling shyly now.
It wasn’t often that people asked her the finer details about her life, especially not people like Elias, so the fact that he was still smiling at her after her explanation? Well, that felt good. It felt really good.
“Sounds like you get to do a little bit of everything that actually matters in the world – I can see why you love it,” he said warmly.
And there go the butterflies in her stomach, swirling a merry dance.
“Exactly that! Gives me a chance to narrow down what I want to do with my life, and now that I’m in my final year, I’m excited to see how it goes,” she grinned.
In truth, she was leaning towards going into counselling, having loved the aspects of those modules in particular, and she did have an internship already in place for this summer as she was graduating…so she could only hope that her grades continued to take her on the path she wanted to journey on. It was a little scary, if she was being honest, knowing that all too soon she was going to be released out into the world with no safety barriers around her – but that’s also what made it so exciting. She was going to get to explore a brand-new adventure that she genuinely enjoyed, so what could be better than that?
And if that fantasy included Elias by her side while she took that next step? Well, that was between her and her daydreams, wasn’t it?
“I’d better get going, as much as I’d rather stay here talking to you. You’re much more interesting than most the people I know,” Elias said dryly.
His faux-reluctance made her laugh – like she could compare to his teammates, really – earning a little pleased smile, and she waved him goodbye as he exited the shop. Maybe one day she’d find the courage to flirt with a little more intention with Elias, take that chance on a guy like him – could it be worth it?
~
Joanna’s words, her simple sweet words on his cup, paired with that brilliant grin she sent him as she was talking about her degree, played on his mind the whole drive to the arena, and he found himself unable to stop the smile on his lips even as the team pulled a stupid Halloween mascot jump scare prank for their social media channels. At least he didn’t shriek, just flinched, but even then he could tell the people running it were surprised at his smile as he walked away.
Nothing was going to change his good mood today. Not even a dumb prank. He’d held a full proper conversation with Joanna, finally, and he was finding out more and more about her each time he saw her. He loved it, loved that he was getting to know her so organically, and the fact that she was still taking the time to write those little messages for him? It was everything to him. And now he even knew that she was single too. Even if it was all one-sided infatuation on his end, and she was just being friendly, having these little moments with her made him feel like nothing ever had before. So yeah, he was smiling – he couldn’t help himself, and he didn’t care.
“Okay is this another prank?”
Elias broke out of his thoughts to see Nils and Brock standing in front of him, making him crane his neck up to look at them where he was sitting in his stall in the locker room. Even Thatcher and Quinn were watching him curiously from their own stalls, sending a stab of panic through him that he quickly tried to repress. They knew nothing. And they would continue to know nothing.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Elias said dryly.
“I mean, that’s more like the Petey we know and love…but smiling to yourself like that? What’s gotten you so happy this morning?” Brock teased.
“Hearing you shriek like a little kid at the jump scare?” Elias said, raising an eyebrow.
Brock’s cheeks flushed as the few guys in the locker room laughed, but he was undeterred, like Coolie with a bone. Damn it.
“I bet it’s the same reason he’s been spacey for weeks,” Nils smirked.
“You’ve been spacey? Are you okay?” Quinn asked worriedly.
Oh no. Not the Quinn Hughes puppy dog eyes. Those things were lethal.
“I’m perfectly fine, thank you. I just…”
He trailed off, knowing that if he admitted that he’d met Joanna that he would never hear the end of the teasing.
“Oh man, Petey met someone,” Nils grinned.
Damn it.
And when he didn’t immediately correct his countryman, the 4 men around him all grinned, making Elias groan. Perfect, just what he needed.
“Who is she?” Brock asked, eyes wide with excitement
“Or he. No judgement,” Thatcher added.
That man was a blessing. Not an accurate blessing, in this case, but a blessing all the same.
So Elias sighed. “She. I’ve been going to a new coffee shop and she works there.”
Cue the immature coos and fluttering eyelashes. His teammates truly were the worst.
“So Petey has met a cute barista and is getting his flirt on. Cute!” Nils teased.
“No, no flirting,” he said quickly.
At least, only that little bit of smooth-talking today? That didn’t count, right?
“No flirting? Come on, a pretty boy like you isn’t going to flirt with a cute barista?” Brock laughed.
His laughed stuttered as Elias kicked him in the shin, but that just earned snickers from his other teammates.
“She doesn’t flirt, she’s just being nice,” Elias muttered.
Their laughter abruptly cut off, only making him groan again.
“Oh buddy that can’t be true,” Thatcher frowned.
“You wouldn’t be smiling like that if there wasn’t something there,” Quinn agreed.
If only he could wrap Quinn Hughes in a blanket and protect him from the world.
“He’s right – we all know your smiles, and that was a rare one,” Brock said, as serious as he ever got.
Was that an insult? He wasn’t sure at this point.
“It’s nothing. There’s nothing to talk about,” Elias said shortly.
Thatcher pursed his lips, Quinn smiling sadly at him – only making Elias cringe internally – but Brock and Nils just frowned.
“If you want to talk about it, you know where we are,” Nils said firmly.
Yeah, right.
“But don’t give up just yet, bud. If your time with her is making you smile like this, then I would bet that it’s making her smile too,” Brock added.
He walked over to his own stall after clapping Elias on the shoulder, Nils going to his own too, leaving Elias to his thoughts. Could Brock be right? Joanna was such a bubbly smiley person as it was…but was there a chance he made her smile all by himself? Was there hope after all?
*
The weeks kept passing, and every Monday he was able to, Elias went into Déjà-Brew. He didn’t know why he made it a habit of going only on Mondays, especially when he had other days free when he could go to, but even though he spoke to Joanna a little more each time he visited the coffee shop, he still hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask her what other days she worked. All he knew was that Monday mornings were definitely her opening shift, and that Monday mornings in the shop were the quietest days, so if he could guarantee getting at least a little of her attention on his on that day then he was going to stick with it.
It made sense in his head at least anyway.
Elias managed two visits in the first few weeks of November, more than any other month so far (at least that he’d had the courage to do), and he found his thoughts growing more and more consumed with the little snippets of information he’d managed to gain about her. Joanna was 21 years old, studying sociology at the University of British Columbia, had two younger brothers she adored, had lived in Vancouver her whole life, and her favourite colour was forest green. And those were just the immediate details. There were dozens of little facts about her he was collecting like a dragon with its hoard, and he savoured them all. He knew that he wasn’t sharing as much as she was, but he still found himself talking about his family and how much he missed home in Ange, and she seemed to grow in confidence in asking him about himself too. It was everything, everything he didn’t know he needed, and Elias found himself coveting those few minutes with her when he was able to get them.
And there was the fact that maybe Brock and Nils were right after all – while Joanna was always already smiling when he arrived to the coffee shop, her smile seemed to kick up a few notches the moment she saw him, which was something that made his own traitorous heart beat that little bit faster. He knew he needed to find the courage to do more than just talk to her in passing, needed to take that next step, but there was that niggling voice at the back of his head that told him not to ruin this easy friendship they already had. Was it worth risking everything if she was just being friendly? Was it worth spending so much time caught up in his head when hockey should be his 100% focus? Was he just being ridiculous and delusional in the first place?
How was he supposed to tell? And what was he supposed to do about it?
No, he needed to stop being so stupid about this. They were just talking – there was nothing bad about that. Those little moments on Monday mornings were something he treasured, and considering that Joanna seemed just as happy to see him as he was to see her, he wasn’t going to ruin that for him. For either of them. He just needed to keep his head cool, not get over the top or overwhelmed with it, that was all. He could do that at least, right?
*
The Monday after Thanksgiving weekend was always a little quiet, in Joanna’s experience, and this year it was no different. She’d only served a couple of customers since opening an hour ago, and already she knew that today was going to be a long day. She could feel it, in her bones, and she found herself hoping for something to liven up the day. At least Carl would be joining her any moment, no doubt full of hilarious family drama stories, so she could handle the last 15 minutes on her own before he arrived. Hopefully.
Within minutes, the door opened, and she desperately tried to ignore the way her heart started beating that little bit faster. Elias.
“Sup, homeslice?”
When Elias just mumbled as hello in response, Joanna winced. Maybe not her finest greeting.
“That one wasn’t a winner, huh?”
It was only then that Elias seemed to process her words.
“Oh no, it’s really not you. I had a rough day yesterday,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Ah yeah, overtime loss. Must’ve felt pretty rough,” she grimaced.
A few of the staff from the coffee shop went over to Jessie’s last night to watch the game, Joanna included, and they’d all watched the frustrating game on the edge of their seats. It had been a tough game to watch, if she was being honest, so she could only imagine how he felt.
“You watch hockey?”
The confusion in his voice confused her.
“It’s Vancouver? Hockey is a must?” she mused.
“You know who I am?” Elias said softly.
Ah, okay, now she got it. Did he really think she didn’t know?
“Was I not supposed to?” Joanna teased.
His pale cheeks flushed, making her smile softly.
“No I, uh, I didn’t mean to be arrogant. You just…never said anything,” he winced.
Bless his heart.
“Well I figured you were coming in here as just Elias, not Elias Pettersson number 40 for the Vancouver Canucks. So I didn’t think you’d want to be fawned over, when you were just being you. Was I wrong?” Joanna asked.
She didn’t think she’d been reading him wrong all this time. But had she? He’d seemed so normal…
“No, you’re not wrong at all. No-one’s ever-”
His words were cut off by the door opening and two women walking in, new customers that ended their privacy, Carl appearing behind them as well. It had been quiet all morning and now people had to come in?! No-one’s ever…what? Treated him like a normal human being? No, this wasn’t the time for it, whatever he was about to say. Time to get back to reality.
“Are you having your normal cappuccino?” Joanna asked, smiling softly.
“Yeah, thanks,” Elias nodded.
Joanna chewed her bottom lip as she scribbled on the order, hesitating before writing today’s message. Hopefully she wasn’t coming across as too forward. Hopefully she wasn’t being too much. She stayed silent as she quickly made his cappuccino, Carl still signing in for the day, as Elias moved along the counter, but she kept glancing over at him, watching his exhausted figure as closely as she could. When she finally put the lid on the coffee cup and passed it over, she didn’t move away from her spot, waiting for Elias to pick up his coffee order with bated breath.
Image description: handwritten note, stop to take a minute and breathe, with a drawn heart.
His cheeks flushed a light pink again, and he immediately looked over to her, smiling softly in a way that made her heart skip a beat.
“Thank you, Joanna,” he murmured.
“Any time, Elias,” she murmured in response.
She ignored Carl standing next to her as she watched Elias walk out of the shop a little hopelessly, butterflies making havoc in her stomach.
“Oh Jojo, you’ve got it bad,” Carl teased.
“You have no idea,” she sighed, moving back to the register.
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Elias slumped down onto Brock’s sofa as soon as he arrived at his house, ignoring Nils staring at him from across the room as Milo immediately curled up next to him, head resting on his thigh as Coolie curled up by his feet. If the dogs could tell something was wrong with him, then there was no doubt that Nils and Brock would too. Not ideal. But then again, why had he come over to Brock’s if he didn’t want a little comfort?
“Well don’t you look a picture of positivity?” Brock mused, passing him a cold beer.
Elias took it without a word but didn’t take a sip, just picking at the label instead.
“Oh it’s even worse than I thought,” Nils murmured.
Elias wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear that or not, but either way he didn’t respond.
“Okay buddy, out with it. What’s happened? It can’t be the overtime loss yesterday, right? Like, I know it was rough, but it wasn’t that rough?” Brock prompted, sitting down next to him.
Neither dog moved, making Elias smile minutely, but he just shook his head. “No, it wasn’t the game.”
Nils hummed sitting down in the armchair on his other side, leaning forward on his elbows to look at Elias critically for a few moments.
“It’s the coffee shop girl, isn’t it?” he eventually said.
There was no teasing in his tone, no jokes to be made that would’ve riled Elias up, but he still sighed, finally taking a sip of the beer that Brock had given him.
“Oh Petey, she didn’t turn you down, did she?” Brock winced.
Hah, that would require Elias to actually ask her out.
“I didn’t ask her out. It’s just…she’s so sweet. And kind. And smiley and positive and happy, and I don’t think she’s interested in me at all,” Elias mumbled.
There it was, all out in the open, vulnerable for his two closest teammates to see. It made him a little nervous to expose himself like that, if he was being honest, but it was done now. He couldn’t take it back. All he could do was avoid their eyes and focus on giving Milo the attention he deserved.
“Why do you think she’s not interested?”
“Her colleague said that she’s super positive and friendly 100% of the time. That was one of the first things I learned about her, so I don’t know if it’s just me reading into things wrong,” Elias explained sadly.
At this point, Elias didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. His head was swirling with all the interactions they’d had, and he hated that he couldn’t trust his gut instinct, couldn’t believe all the wonderful conversations they’d had. What was wrong with him?
“What aren’t you telling us?” Brock said softly.
“What?” he said, frowning.
“What’s caught your eye about this girl that you haven’t mentioned before?” Brock said, “There’s something, I can tell.”
Elias chewed his bottom lip absent-mindedly, before deciding to just tell them everything. What could it really hurt, at this point.
“Joanna writes messages on my coffee cups. Like, sweet little phrases, just to make me smile. And she told me herself that she doesn’t write them for just anyone. And we’ve been talking, more and more each time I’ve gone in there – she’s so smart, and sweet, and kind, and she’s just so interesting. But I don’t know if I’m just creating this fantasy in my head because she’s kind of perfect to me.”
He lifted his eyes to see Brock mouthing the word ‘perfect’ to himself, eyes wide like he was a little stunned. He didn’t bother looking over to Nils, dreading his reaction to his outburst. It wasn’t like he talked about his feelings like this on a normal basis, and to be honest, he was kind of regretting talking about it at all.
“Maybe she’s just hard to read? Like, you’re really difficult to read and your face is full of the exact emotions you’re feeling all the time,” Nils suggested.
Was that an insult? He wasn’t sure at this point. It wasn’t like he could hide his resting bitch face, but he didn’t think he’d been doing that around Joanna.
“I don’t think she’s hard to read,” he sighed, “But maybe I just suck at reading how people truly feel. Vancouver is different to Ange. People act differently here.”
Wasn’t that the truth.
“Petey, have you even actively flirted?” Brock asked, raising an eyebrow.
“What?”
“You are a bit of a grumpy cat,” Nils agreed, “Maybe you think you’ve been flirting but she doesn’t know you’ve been flirting.”
He cursed the day that Nils discovered North American memes.
“Bud, you’ve got to make a move,” Brock said firmly, bringing Elias’s attention back to him.
“Oh my god it’s her place of work. I’m not going to be a creep,” Elias shot back.
But Brock just rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Not like, grab her and kiss her because, ew, consent. I meant like, making a statement. Doing something bold.”
Elias pursed his lips in a frown, mulling over Brock’s words as he took a sip of beer to buy himself some time to think. Doing something bold? Like what? He wasn’t exactly a bold move person – he was chill, cool, casual, no pressure. Something like that was the opposite of his usual persona…but maybe Joanna was worth pushing the boat out? Especially after such a sweet message this morning?
“What could I even do?”
The grins that spread over Nils’ and Brock’s faces sent an unsettled pang through his body, but he ignored his flight response just this one time.
“Okay, so I have some ideas…”
*
Halfway through December – well, the 11th – and it was officially two weeks too long since Joanna had taken a chance on being vulnerable with Elias, since he found out that she’d known who he was the whole time. The more time that passed, the more she regretted every moment of that encounter, especially the little heart she’d put on the cup. It was beyond unprofessional, even as friendly as the two of them had gotten, and she hated the thought of him avoiding coming into the shop just because she’d been dumb for a few minutes.
Was she thinking too much into it? It wasn’t like he’d done anything other than lightly flirting with her – he could’ve just been passing the time of day, not slipping into dangerous feelings territory like she was. And even just thinking like that made her cringe, made her feel like an idiot, but she couldn’t help it. All she ever wanted to do was make people smile, and the thought of Elias potentially feeling too awkward around her now? No, she couldn’t face that.
All she could hope was that he would eventually come back into Déjà-Brew, to give her a chance to get them, and herself, back to a bit of normality. Was that too much to ask?
Thankfully, while she was still working out the front of the shop by herself just before 7am, Elias walked through the front door, hesitant smile on his face. Okay, play it cool. She could play it cool, just be friendly, be her usual positive cheerful self. It wasn’t that hard.
“What’s up buttercup?”
Aggressively normal. Ouch. By the slight crease in his brow, even Elias could tell that her positivity was a bit forced this Monday morning, and Joanna internally grimaced for even feeling like she had to overcompensate for how vulnerable she got last time he came in. But what else could she do?
“Are you having your usual cappuccino?” she asked, smiling a little less intensely.
She wasn’t sure why she had to ask that. He always said yes, always said the same thing. But it just felt like part of the routine they had, and she didn’t want to change of that if she didn’t have to. She just wanted things to be normal.
“Yes. But, um, I have this now,” Elias murmured.
He seemed to hesitate slightly, before he pulled a reusable to-go cup out of his coat pocket. What was all of that about not changing routines? About being normal?
Joanna felt her heart break a little bit as she looked down at the to-go cup he’d placed on the counter in front of her, realising he didn’t want her handwritten note this time. That’s what this was about, right? Message received. She didn’t think that she’d crossed the line last time – he hadn’t seemed offended or awkward with it – but clearly she’d crossed a line. Message received. Silently, she picked up the travel mug, biting her bottom lip in humiliation…until she noticed there was already a note on a sticky label on the cup.
Image description: handwritten note, I like you a latte.
Her lips parted in surprise, not daring to glance up at the guy in question. He specifically wrote this…for her to see? He wrote a coffee pun, just for her?
“It was a close call between you mocha me smile and where have you bean all my life?”
His voice broke her out of her stunned thoughts, and she finally looked up at him to see him smiling shyly at her.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh wow. That…that was unexpected. Wow. Butterflies dared to dance in her stomach, excitement soared through her blood, but she tried valiantly to push them down.
“You really put the effort in there, huh?” she said, smiling softly back at him.
“You’re worth the possible soul-destroying rejection,” Elias mused, shrugging.
Rejection?
“What?” she asked, confused.
Elias sighed softly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, before he took a shaky breath. “I know that I’m hard to read, and maybe I’ve been watching too many CW shows with Brock, but I figured that if I don’t take a shot here then I’m an idiot.”
“Elias…” she breathed, trailing off.
He just smiled wryly at her, cheeks a little flushed but seemingly undeterred.
“You make my Monday mornings better. You make me better. And I really hope I’m not reading things wrong and being a pressurising creep in your place of work…but would you like to go out with me some time?”
Her lips parted in surprise, but that didn’t stop a wide smile spreading across her face.
“Oh my god. Wow. I, uh, absolutely,” she said, nodding, laughing a little incredulously, “I would definitely like to go out with you.”
Did she just say that? Did she really just say that?
The look of relief that spread across Elias’s face made her smile even more, and as he sent her a beaming smile back, her heartbeat started to race. No wonder he smiled like that so rarely – it was a danger to society, clearly.
“Really?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t quite believe his luck.
What a ridiculous notion.
“Really,” she nodded, her smile a little shyer now. “I never thought someone like you would ever been interested in regular old me.”
“Well regular old me, I’m Just Elias in here, remember?” he mused.
She laughed at his teasing smile, nodding at the use of her own words.
“Alright Just Elias, it’s a date,” Joanna said happily.
As he passed her his phone for her to input her phone number – and wasn’t that a concept she never imagined happening – she ignored Carl smugly collecting money from their colleagues, too consumed with the giddiness of Elias actually asking her out. He asked her out. She was going on a date with Elias Pettersson. No, Just Elias, just Elias the guy that made Mondays her favourite day of the week.
“There, now you have my number too,” Elias said, smiling sweetly at her.
Joanna smiled sweetly back at him as her phone buzzed in her pocket, just nodding.
“I look forward to seeing what you plan for our date,” Joanna said, taking a chance on flirting a little harder than usual.
The intensity in Elias’s gaze made butterflies tease at her stomach.
“I look forward to taking you on your last first date,” he said smoothly.
That concept, paired with his slight smirk, made her head spin and the butterflies riot. Now she really couldn’t wait for their date. “That’s a pretty bold statement, Elias,” she said softly, smile tugging at her lips.
“Being bold got me your number, didn’t it?” he mused, although his cheeks flushed slightly.
She couldn’t argue with that. Both of them stepping out of their comfort zones had gotten them where they were right now, and quite honestly, she was thankful for it. Never had she so openly flirted with anyone, and she could imagine he rarely took the chance that he had taken with her. So if being bold was the way to go? Well, she couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
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Alex knocked on the front door of his brother's student house, nervous to see what was behind it. Four guys in one house couldn't be good, Alex had heard the horror stories of mold infested student houses, no curtains or pillows just bin bags and hope keeping the house together.
Marc had not really given a full description of what his new house was like. Just the basics such as he had three roommates, none of them axe murderers. He mentioned how he got along with them all very well and how they were excited to meet Alex. The door opened and he couldn't wait to meet the guys his brother was friends with.
Tina looked at the boy in front of her, his bags at his feet as he looked at her confused.
"is this not number 3 Redbridge Avenue?" She nodded dumbly, opening the door to let him in. The boy looked like Marc, if he was younger and had braces. He stood awkwardly as Fran and Lina walked out of their rooms to gawk at him. They didn't remember a new roommate moving in, Marc was the only guy who lived with them. Fran looked at the boy properly, scanning his features. She glanced at the singular framed image on the wall; Marc's baby brother Alex. She looked at the teenager in front of her again, connecting the dots as he mouth formed an 'o'.
"Marc?" Lina called out, realising that Tina had just let a stranger in their house. Yes, he was a lanky boy who still looked like her roommate but he was a stranger. Marc walked out of his room, body-slamming himself into his younger brother. Alex hugged his older brother happily, pausing as three more bodies joined their hug. They all pulled apart, all making themselves comfortable on the small sofa in the living room.
Alex was confused why there were three women living with his brother, and he was more confused why his baby picture was framed on their wall. He was even more confused when he read the writing next to his baby picture;
Sweet baby boy
Would die for him
A baby buffalo in a world of just hatched chicks.
Alex looked at his brother, mentally begging for an explanation. Marc shrugged. "Alex meet my roommates, Valentina, or as we call her, Tina." he pointed to the tall woman who opened the door to him. She had messy hair that was braided back in two pigtails. "-Marlene, but we call her Lina." She had jet black hair, her long braids adorned with gold beads that glistened in the sunlight coming from the window. Marc continued, "-and this is Francine but we call her Fran." Her hair was wild, open and looked like a lions mane, multiple colours shining through. "They didn't have housing for me in the dorms so I signed up for a room in a student house and was lucky enough to end up here." Marc explained. Alex pointed to the baby picture on the wall. "We didn't have any pictures except for that one so we hung it up." Lina shrugged her shoulders. "It's a good picture of you, everyone who visits loves it."
Alex felt himself relaxing, his brother and his roommates telling him nights out as he told stories of Marc and his childhood. Their blissful pocket of gossiping over lunch ended with the sound of a heavy motorbike revving. Marc groaned as Tina cursed. Alex looked at Fran confused, "our stupid neighbours. They think it's fun to be loud assholes and steal our bin." The sound of cans falling echoed through the living room and Fran and Lina sat on Valentina to stop her from marching out the door. Marc and Alex went outside, gathering the recycling that fell out back into the bin as the sound of music leaked through the house in front. When Marc's back was turned Alex threw a empty baked beans can into the front garden of the other house before hurrying inside.
Tina looked at Alex and winked at him, "I won't tell anyone about the can in the garden. Good aim." He blushed as she swung an arm around his shoulders, ushering him to the living room to eat as they watched a movie.
Alex fell asleep with his head in Fran's lap, Lina sharing a blanket with him. When the movie was over, Marc carried Alex into his room and put him in his bed, falling asleep on the floor.
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Valentine’s Day with Kyungsoo
Genre: EXO AU
Characters: Kyungsoo x Female Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: A sweet short story about Valentine’s Day with Kyungsoo using adjectives that seem to fit him and that correspond to the letters in his name.
A/N: This kind of just happened, as I am very in my Valentine’s Day feels at the moment, so I hope you enjoy it.
**Disclaimers: This is just me using my imagination based on what I’ve seen of DKS via media, so not real just for funsies. Credit for GIFS and pics should go to the original owners ( thanks Amino Apps and Martha Stewart!)
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K
From the start you were attracted to Kyungsoo’s KIND personality. He was always helping the staff complete tasks, worrying out whether they’d eaten. You respected that he cared so much about others. And of course, this extended to you. As an “acts of service” man, Kyungsoo spoiled you with small things that brightened your day–flowers after a routine trip to the grocery store, filling your car up with gas, and home-made lunch made with love. You felt giddy knowing Valentine’s Day was coming up soon and wondered what your sweet Soo would prepare.
Y
You sighed in sheer bliss as you bit into your second YUMMY éclair of the evening. Kyungsoo smiled at your adorable reaction and as always, appreciated your enthusiasm for his creations. Kyungsoo didn’t claim to be a baker, in fact, he preferred the savory side of cooking. But you loved baking and he loved spending time in the kitchen with you. These days your apartment was practically a boulangerie, with both of you having to fend off hungry members left and right. Valentine’s Day was just around the corner and Kyungsoo was more than ready to whip up a slew of delicious treats.
(A/N: Kyungsoo creates yummy things and is, himself, also very yummy 😉)
U
Growing up as a theater kid, you loved nothing better than a good musical. Why act out lines when you could sing them? With any live concert, musical, movie, or show, the most important thing was the voice. Honeyed vocal runs and the soulful sounds beat out dancing and stage presence anyday in your book. Not long after you’d started dating, Kyungsoo obliged a request to sing at a Christmas party. It was there that you were introduced to his UNIQUE singing voice, so different from any other that you’d heard before. Was he really a Disney prince in disguise? Sources said possibly. He could sing for you any time, any day, anywhere.
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Gentle rays of sun bathed the rooftop deck in a warm glow. Kyungsoo hummed softly as he collected his treasures–cilantro, tomatoes, parsley, peppers, green beans–all home-grown from his little, urban garden. Working with his hands in the dirt brought Kyungsoo a measure of peace from his hectic work schedule. Kyungsoo was a NATURAL at nature–green-thumbed and incredibly enthusiastic. You…were not, but he somehow found that endearing. He pictured you sitting in the lounge chair nearby “supervising” as you munched on snap peas. It felt natural to have you here in his little veggie kingdom. Taking the fruits of his labor, he whistled happily down the stairs, off to prepare something special for his someone special.
G
“So tell me again, why is Kyungsoo picking you up from my place?” your friend, Suzy, wondered aloud. “I mean–you guys live together, so…” she trailed off after giving you that look. You shrugged, unsure of how to explain to this self-proclaimed non-romantic. “He just thought it would be more exciting…”. And it was. Truthfully, it felt like your first date all over again–good gosh, you were even getting nervous. A knock sounded at the door, spurring you to smooth your dress and check your hair one last time. The door opened to reveal a GALLANT suitor looking resplendent (read: ) in a dapper, black three-piece suit. Kyungsoo extended his hand, gently taking your hand and placing it on his arm. He led you to a sleek, black town car, and soon you were speeding down the highway.
S
It had been difficult, but Kyungsoo had managed to keep his Valentine’s Day plans a complete surprise. He was a SECRETIVE man by nature, his job demanded it, and it was easy to hide details about his personal life from those who weren’t important. You were important and it almost physically hurt to keep something from you. Though he’d almost slipped once or twice he was confident you had no idea what was about to happen. Sliding a blindfold out of his pocket he motioned for you to turn so that he could secure it into place.
O
Even though your world was dark, you weren’t afraid at all. Kyungsoo kept a warm hand on your back as he guided you up a set of stairs. A door squeaked and you were hit with a rush of cool, night air. The soft, lilting tones of Ed Sheeran drifted through the night and you could swear you smelled Italian. Kyungsoo whispered in your ear, making you blush. He told you he loved you and was so very happy to spend another year with you. In the beginning, Kyungsoo hadn’t been so OPEN with his feelings. These days words of love spilled from his lips like wine, though you continued to treasure each one.
With a flourish, he removed the blindfold, revealing the most perfect setting you could imagine. Twinkling fairy lights lit up the familiar rooftop garden, a table set with gleaming silverware and fresh, white linens sat front and center. Pressing a kiss to your hand, Kyungsoo led you towards the table.
O
Kyungsoo couldn’t take his eyes off you. He observed as you savored the freshly baked bread rolls and twirled chicken fettuccine (your favorite) around your dainty fork, and inhaled a piece of divine dark chocolate cake. He knew you were wowed–the venue, the decorations, the food–you’d more than told him so. Yet, he was still unsettled, as he palmed the box hidden in his pocket. He was taking a big step–the step, in fact. He was OPTIMISTIC about his future with you, more than ready to truly have you as his own. After years of waiting, he’d finally have the love and warmth he so desperately craved. With shaking hands, he bent down on one knee…
❤
You said yes. Of course you said yes. How could you ever say no to the love of your life? The newly added weight to your left hand was a constant reminder of the most perfect Valentine’s Day. You weren’t sure how you were going to top this year’s Valentine’s Day celebration, but you figured you were up for the challenge. After all, there would be many more to come.
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Thank you for spending Valentine’s Day with Kyungsoo. I really enjoyed writing this one. Just fun imaginings and whatnot! Please re-blog if you enjoyed this too so that others can find it more easily. Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all!
XOXO,
Emmy
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Communities & the cast I shall be writing for~! Though I'm willing to make exceptions, just ask me about the character in my askbox first and I'll decide whenever or not I'll make a special case =}
These next dots shall indicate how I’ll write for particular characters. Despite it completely depending on the request itself and although ageing them up is also very much possible, some just cannot be written off as romantic and/or suggestive. I assure you understand that.
They’ll all remain •• unless if specified otherwise.
• = Platonic and/or Pet-like
• = Romantic
• = Suggestive
• = NSFW
My organized list 🤌🏻 :
UTAU + Vocaloid [+AUs from any song. Example: The Court Jester!Fukase] :
Hatsune Miku ,, Kagamine Rin ,, Kagamine Len ,, Luka Megurine ,, Meiko ,, Kaito ,, Gumi ,, Fukase •••• ,, Utatane Piko •••• ,, Flower ,, Oliver
UTAUloids
Matsudappoiyo ,, Kugutsushi Utau ,, Kazehiki Utau ,, Kuzuda Rou ,, Kuzuda Yone
The Evillious Chronicles [Daughter/Servant of Evil] AU:
Riliane ‘Rin’ Lucifen d'Autriche ,, Alexiel Lucifen d'Autriche // Allen ‘Len’ Avadonia ••• ,, Kyle ‘Kaito’ Marlon ,, Michaela ‘Miku’ ,, Germaine ‘Meiko’ Avadonia
Baldi's Basics :
Baldi ,, Arts and Crafters ,, Playtime • ,, 1st Prize ,, It's a Bully ,, Principal of the Thing ,, Gotta Sweep ,, Cloudy Copter ,, Beans ,, Chalkles ,, Dr. Reflex ,, Mrs. Pomp ,, The Test ,, Null // filename2 ,, 0th Prize ,, PlaceFace ,, Bladder ,, Johnny
The Powerpuff Girls :
Blossom ,, Bubbles ,, Buttercup ,, Professor Utonium ,, Bunny ,, Dynamo ,, Bullet • ,, The Mayor • ,, Miss Sara Bellum ,, Miss Keane ,, Robin Snyder ,, Blisstina ‘Bliss’ ,, Bell ,, Breannin ,, Barasia
Villains:
Mojo Jojo ,, Brick ,, Boomer ,, Butch ,, Princess Morbucks ,, Fuzzy Lumpkins ,, The Amoeba Boys ,, The Gangreen Gang ,, Sedusa (+Ima GoodLady) ,, Rainbow the Clown//Mr. Mime ,, Abracadaver ,, The Sandman ,, The Gnome ,, Dick Hardly ,, Knock-off Powerpuff Girls ,, Him (+MIH) ,, Owlie Boop ,, Allegro ,, Chelsea ,, Sapna Nehru ,, Packrat ,, The Powerpunk Girls [Berserk, Brat and Brute] ,, The Rowdyright Boys [Blake, Bash and Breaker] ,, The RowdyRouge Girls [Bellicose, Bedlam and Bruiser]
Power of the Force Girls AU:
Babbles ,, Petal ,, Peanut ,, Profesor Yoddle ,, Major Grievance
Pokémon :
Ash Ketchum ,, Pikachu • ,, Misty ,, Brock ,, Ghost of Maiden's Peak [+Gastly] ,, Sabrina ,, Jessie ,, James ,, Meowth ,, Giovanni ,, Sakura ,, Satsuki ,, Sumomo ,, Koume ,, Tamao ,, evil Togepi • ,, Wally ,, Ingo & Emmet ,, Serena ,, Aria ,, Miette ,, Clemont ,, Bonnie • ,, Trevor ,, Shauna ,, Tierno ,, Penelope ,, Jessica ,, Elise ,, Korrina ,, Valerie ,, Lysandre ,, XY Malamar ,, Hau ,, Hala ,, Ilima ,, Olivia ,, Sophocles ,, Lana ,, Kiawe ,, Mallow ,, Acerola ,, Hapu ,, Lillie ,, Gladion ,, Lusamine ,, Team Skull Grunts ,, Plumeria ,, Guzma ,, Nebby • ,, Hop ,, Bede ,, Milo ,, Nessa ,, Kabu ,, Allister ,, Bea ,, Melony ,, Marnie ,, Piers ,, Opal • ,, Raihan ,, Leon ,, Sordward & Shielbert
Creepypasta :
Bloody Painter // Helen Otis ,, Hobo Heart ,, Candy Pop ,, Kagekao ,, Homicidal Liu // Liu Woods + Sully ,, Ticci Toby // Tobias Erin Rogers ,, Frankie ,, The Puppeteer // Jonathan Blake ,, Jason the Toymaker // Jason Meyer ,, Julius the Dressmaker // Julius Doherty ,, Suicide Sadie // Sadie Marie Benette ,, Pure Evil ••• ,, Lazari Natalie Swann • ,, Oliver Henderson •
Monster Hunter Stories :
Lute ,, Cheval ••• ,, Lilia ,, Mille ,, Hyoro ••• ,, Genie ••• ,, Itsy-Bits ••• ,, Dr. Manelger • ,, Debli ,, Avinia // Ayuria ,, Gale ,, Kayna ,, Ena ,, Alwin ,, Zellard ••• ,, Reverto ,, Kyle ,, Yoomlana
South Park + Hellpark :
Eric Cartman ,, Stan Marsh ,, Kyle Broflovski ,, Kenny McCormick ,, Leopold “Butters” Stotch + Professor Chaos + Marjorine ,, Craig Tucker [+Hellpark] ,, Clyde Donovan [+Hellpark •••] ,, Tweek Tweak [+Hellpark •••] ,, Thomas [+Hellpark •••] ,, Tolkien Black ,, James “Jimmy” Valmer ,, Timothy “Timmy” Burch ,, Scott Malkinson ,, Jacob Hallery ,, Brimmy ,, Nate ,, Dougie O'Connell • ,, Karen McCormick • ,, Scott Tenorman ,, Wendy Testaburger ,, Heidi Turner ,, Bebe Stevens ,, Red McArthur ,, Nichole Daniels ,, Leslie Meyers [+Hellpark] ,, Rebecca Cotswolds [+Hellpark] ,, Cosette
Goth Kids
Michael [Tall Goth] ,, Henrietta Biggle ,, Georgie “Firkle” Smith • ,, Pete
Foreign Kids
Gregory of Yardale [+Hellpark •••] ,, Philip “Pip” Pirrup [+Hellpark •••] ,, Herbert Pocket [+Hellpark •••] ,, Christophe The Mole ,, Damien Thorn [+Hellpark •••] ,, Estella Havisham [+Hellpark •••]
Corpse Party :
Satoshi Mochida ,, Yuka Mochida • ,, Seiko Shinohara ,, Naomi Nakashima ,, Ayumi Shinozaki ,, Yoshiki Kishinuma ,, Mayu Suzumoto ,, Sakutaro Morishige ••• ,, Yuuya Kizami ,, Naho Saenoki ,, Sachiko Shinozaki •
Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun :
Hanako // Amane Yugi ,, Yashiro Nene ,, Kou Minamoto ,, Teru Minamoto ,, Mitsuba Sousuke ,, Aoi Akane ,, Akane Aoi ,, Sakura Nanamine ,, Natsuhiko Hyuga ,, Tsukasa Yugi ,, Tsuchigomori Ryūjirou
Super Mario Bros :
Mario ,, Princess Peach Toadstool ,, Luigi ,, Polterpup • ,, Poochy • ,, Dorrie • ,, Plessie • ,, Yoshi • ,, Toad ,, Captain Toad ,, Toadette ,, Princess Daisy ,, Rosalina ,, Luma • ,, Donkey Kong ,, Diddy Kong ,, Wario ,, Waluigi ,, Dreambert ,, Sprixie Princesses ,, King Bowser ••• + King Koopa ••• ,, Dry Bowser ,, Bowser Jr. • ,, Kamek ,, Boom Boom ,, Pom Pom ,, Motley Bossblob ,, Nabbit ,, Birdo ,, Petey Piranha ,, Piranha Plant [+fire Piranha's] • ,, Shy Guy ,, Blarrg • ,, Cheep chomp • ,, Chain Chomp • ,, Chargin' Chuck • ,, Dry Bone • ,, Buzzy Beetle • ,, Spiny • ,, Wiggler • ,, Hammer Bro ,, Lakitu ,, Wart ,, King Bob-Omb ,, King Boo ,, Draggadon • ,, Wingo • ,, Fawful ,, Dimentio ,, Best Fitness Friends [Dieter, Beef and Kaley]
The Koopalings + DiC cartoons
Larry Koopa ••• + Cheatsy Koopa •••
Ludwig Von Koopa •••• + Kooky Von Koopa •••
Morton Jr. Koopa ••• + Big Mouth Koopa •••
Wendy O Koopa ••• + Kootie Pie Koopa ••
Lemmy Koopa ••• + Hip Koopa •
Iggy Koopa •••• + Hop Koopa •
Roy Koopa •••• + Bully Koopa •••
The Broodals
Topper ,, Harriet ,, Rango ,, Spewart
Kirby :
Kirby ,, Bandana Waddle Dee ,, Meta Knight ,, Galacta Knight ,, King Dedede ,, Scarfy • ,, Marx + Marx Soul + Manga Marx ••• ,, Magolor ,, People of the Sky ,, Taranza ,, Sectonia [+Queen form] ,, Susie ,, President Haltmann ,, Star Dream • ,, Galactic Nova • ,, Prince Fluff ,, Shadow Kirby ,, Dark Meta Knight
Banami-luv gijinka AU:
Kirby ,, Meta Knight ,, Marx ,, Galactic Nova ,, Galacta Knight
Care Bears + Movies :
The Care Bears • ,, Care Bear Cousins • ,, Auntie Freeze • ,, Professor Coldheart • ,, Frostbite ,, No Heart ,, Beastly ,, Shriekeline “Shreeky” No Heart
The Care Bears: Adventure in Wonderland
Alice ,, White Rabbit ,, Caterpillar ,, Cheshire Cat ,, Mad Hatter ,, Stan the Jabberwocky ,, Princess of Wonderland ,, The Wizard of Wonderland ,, Dim & Dum
Care Bears Movie II: A New Generation
Dark Heart ,, Christy ,, Dawn ,, John
Happy Tree Friends :
Cuddles ,, Giggles ,, Toothy ,, Lumpy ,, Petunia ,, Handy ,, Nutty ,, Sniffles ,, Pop ,, Cub • ,, Flaky ,,The Mole ,, Disco Bear ,, Russell ,, Lifty & Shifty ,, Mime ,, Cro Marmot ,, Flippy + Fliqpy ,, Ka Boom ,, Splendid ,, Splendon’t ,, Lammy ,, Mr. Pickles,, Truffles ,, FatKat
Chikn Nuggit :
Chikn Nuggit ,, Cheezborger ,, Iscream ,, Slushi ,, Fwench Fwy ,, Sody Pop • ,, Sassparilla ,, Cofi ,, Hawt Saus ,, Bezel ,, Beta!Fwench Fwy ,, Beta!Slushi ,, Beta!Hawt Saus
Angry Birds :
Red ,, Chuck ,, Bomb ,, Matilda ,, The Blues ,, Jake, Jay, Jim • ,, Bubbles ,, Hal ,, Silver ,, Ice Bird ,, Terence ,, Corporal Pig ,, Foreman Pig ,, Chef Pig ,, King Pig ,, Prince Porky ••• ,, Stella ,, Poppy ,, Luca • ,, Willow ,, Dahlia ,, Gale ,, Handsome Pig ,, Artist Pig
Littlest Pet Shop :
Zoe Trent ,, Russell Ferguson [+Cyril McFlip] ,, Minka Mark ,, Penny Ling ,, Vinnie Terrio ,, Sunil Nevla ,, Pepper Clark ,, Buttercream Sundae ,, Sugar Sprinkles ,, Mitzi ,, Shahrukh ,, Madame Pom ,, Delilah Barnsley ,, Scout Kerry ,, Sweet Cheeks ,, Cashmere Biskit ,, Velvet Biskit ,, Blythe Baxter,, Brittany Biskit,, Whittany Biskit
My Little Pony :
Twilight Sparkle ,, Rarity ,, Pinkie Pie ,, Apple Jack ,, Fluttershy ,, Rainbow Dash ,, Spike ,, Sunset Shimmer ,, Starlight Glimmer ,, Trixie Lulamoon ,, Moondancer ,, Coco Pommel ,, Coloratura ‘Rara’ ,, Maud Pie ,, Limestone Pie ,, Marble Pie ,, Flutterbat ,, Chimera ,, The Diamond Dogs [Rover, Fido, and Spot] ,, Discord ••• ,, Lord Tirek ,, Flurry Heart • ,, Cozy Glow • ,, Snowdrop • ,, Nightmare Moon ,, Daybreaker ,, Queen Chrysalis ,, Unreformed Changelings ••• ,, Thorax ••• ,, Pharynx ••• ,, King Sombra ,, Tantabus ,, The Sphinx ,, Pony of Shadows // Stygian ,, Grogar
Grimdark AUs:
Fluttershy [Shed.MOV] ,, Pinkamena Diane Pie [Cupcakes] ,, Rainbow Dash [Rainbow Factory] ,, Lil Miss Rarity ,, Starlight Glimmer [The Friendship Test] ,, Fluttershy [My Little Amnesia] ,, Rainbow Dash [My Little Amnesia] ,, Pinkie Pie [My Little Amnesia]
G1 AU: >>>
Megan Williams ,, Spike • ,, Danny Williams ,, Molly Williams • ,, The Moochick ,, The Bushwoolies ,, The Furbobs ,, The Stonebacks ,, The Grundles ,, Sludge ,, G'nash ,, Dinah • ,, Squire Alonzo ,, The Crabnasties ,, Mayor Camembert ,, The Sheriff of Muensterville ,, Prince Edgar • ,, Sunny • ,, Puck ,, Pluma [+The Ghost of Paradise Estate] ,, Grandpa Ruff • ,, Woebegone ,, The Witch ,, Prince Phillip ,, Garth ,, Mayve • ,, His Elevated Eminence •
Applejack ,, Bow Tie ,, Bubbles ,, Cotton Candy ,, Ember • ,, Firefly ,, Glory ,, Medley ,, Moondancer ,, Twilight ,, Heart Throb ,, Lickety-Split ,, Posey ,, Powder ,, Sparkler ,, Skydancer ,, Starflower ,, Majesty ,, Sundance ,, Gusty ,, Buttons ,, Fizzy ,, Ribbon ,, Galaxy ,, Mimic ,, Gingerbread ,, Scoops ,, Magic Star ,, Shady ,, Cherries Jubilee ,, Cupcake ,, Truly ,, Sweet Stuff ,, Wind Whistler ,, North Star ,, Paradise ,, Surprise ,, Lofty ,, Locket ,, Whizzer ,, Twilight [Pegasus] ,, Masquerade ,, Princess Tiffany ,, Princess Primrose ,, Princess Royal Blue ,, Princess Serena ,, Princess Sparkle ,, Princess Starburst ,, Quarterback ,, Salty ,, Slugger ,, Tex ,, Steamer ,, Trucker ,, Baby Cotton Candy • ,, Baby Glory • ,, Baby Moondancer • ,, Baby Surprise • ,, Baby Lickety-Split • ,, Baby Gusty • ,, Baby Lofty • ,, Baby Ribbon • ,, Baby Shady • ,, Baby Sundance • ,, Baby Bouncy • ,, Baby Cuddles • ,, Baby Fifi • ,, Baby Half Note • ,, Baby Heart Throb • ,, Baby North Star • ,, Baby Quackers • ,, Baby Tic Tac Toe • ,, Baby Tiddley-Winks •
Seawinkle ,, Sealight ,, Wavedancerran ,, Baby Backstroke • ,, Sand Dollar ,, Sea Mist ,, Whitecap ,, Baby Sun Shower • ,, Baby Water Lily • ,, Ripple ,, Beachcomber ,, Sea Shimmer ,, Sun Shower ,, Surf Rider ,, Water Lily ,, Morning Glory ,, Rosedust ,, Forget-Me-Not ,, Honeysuckle ,, Lily ,, Peach Blossom
Scorpan ,, Tirac ,, Beezen ,, The Duchess ,, Knight Shade ,, Zeb ,, Erebus ,, King Charlatan ,, Niblick ,, Draggle ,, Reeka ,, Hydia • ,, Ahgg ,, The Smooze • ,, Squirk ,, Crank ,, Frazzits • ,, The Flores ,, Jewel Wizard ,, Lavan [+crystallized form] ,, Sting ,, Queen Bumble ,, Princess Porcina ,, The Raptorians ,, Crunch the Rockdog ,, The Sqree ,, Somnambula ,, Kyrie ,, Bray ,, Grogar
Popee The Performer + Chinchikurin :
Popee + Hanabishi Kuruwaya •••• ,, Kedamono + Keita Ookami ,, Marifa + Mariha Kuruwaya ,, Papi + Nichiteru Kuruwaya ,, Alien ,, Mirror Popee // Eepop •••• ,, Mirror Kedamono // Onomadek
Seito Kure ,, Boron Makuroshi ,, Toru Garakuta ,, Haruma Neko
The Amazing Digital Circus :
Pomni ••• ,, Caine ••• ,, Bubble • ,, Ragatha ••• ,, Jax ••• ,, Zooble ••• ,, Gangle ••• ,, Kinger ••• ,, Gloink Queen • ,, Dr. Football ,, Moon ,, Sun ,, Paine ,, The Bone Pastor
Abstracted characters [Digital+abstracted form] :
Kaufmo ••• ,, Queenie ,, Rett (yellow dog) ••• ,, Wriggle (worm on a string) ,, Doz (purple dinosaur) ,, Blonk (pink cyclops) ,, Moppsy (mouse sockpuppet) ,, Yucko (yellow rabbit-like creature) ,, Bizz (polka-dot covered clown)
Fan-made names by Sunnie_Daies on Reddit
Lego Monkie Kid :
MK ‘Monkie Kid’ •••• ,, Mei ,, Tang ,, Pigsy ,, Sandy ,, Mo • ,, Redson •••• ,, Demon Bull King ,, Princess Iron Fan ,, Bull clones • ,, Lady Bone Demon •••• (+disguise form) ,, Bai He • [Little girl] ,, Spider Queen •••• ,, Huntsman •••• ,, Goliath [Strong Spider] ,, Sun Wukong ‘Monkie king’ ,, Macaque ,, Syntax (+pre-corrupted/human form) •••• ,, Mayor (+chief of war) •••• ,, Yin & Jin •••• ,, Guardians of Knowledge ,, Lion Guardians • ,, Demon Accountant ,, Nezha/Third Lotus prince ,, Scorpion Queen ,, Azure Lion ,, Peng ,, Yellowtusk ,, Chang'e ,, Tan Sanzang ,, Zhu Bajie ,, Sha Wujing ,, Ao Lie •••• ,, Ao Guang/Dragon of the East ,, Master Subodhi ,, Attendant ,, Kui Mulang ,, MK [Party clone] •••• ,, MK [Artist clone] •••• ,, MK [Delivery clone] ••• (he won't be obese here...) ,, MK [Backup clone] •••• ,, Store Owner
Ferdinand :
Ferdinand [+young form] ,, Paco ,, Nina • ,, Juan ,, Valiente [+young form] ,, Guapo [+young form] ,, Bones [+young form] ,, Lupe ,, Angus ,, Maquina ,, Una ,, Dos ,, Cuatro ,, Hans ,, Greta ,, Klaus ,, El Primero
Disney :
Princesses:
Snow White ,, Cinderella ,, Tinkerbell ,, Alice • ,, Aurora ,, Ariel ,, Melody • ,, Belle ,, Jasmine ,, Pocahontas ,, Esmeralda ,, Mulan ,, Tiana ,, Jane ,, Anna ,, Elsa ,, Rapunzel ,, Merida ,, Megara ,, Moana ,, Elena ,, Raya ,, Sofia •
Heroines//Heroes//+More:
The Beast ,, Lumière ,, Cogsworth ,, Mrs. Potts ,, Chip • ,, Aladdin ,, Genie ,, Carpet • ,, The Prince [Snow White] ,, The Seven Dwarfs ,, Prince Charming ,, Fairy Godmother ,, Jaq & Gus ,, Grand Duke ,, The King [Cinderella] ,, Cheshire Cat ,, Mad Hatter ,, Caterpillar ,, White Rabbit ,, Prince Phillip ,, Flora, Fauna & Merryweather ,, King Triton ,, Prince Eric ,, Sebastian ,, Flounder • ,, Tarzan ,, Terk ,, Kala • ,, Flynn Rider ,, Hercules ,, Phil ,, Sisu ,, Tuk Tuk • ,, Princess Amber ,, Prince James ,, Baileywick ,, Princess Hildegard ,, Princess Clio ,, Oona ,, Charlotte ‘Lottie’ la Bouff ,, Prince Naveen [+frog form] ,, Li Shang ,, Mushu ,, Yao, Ling & Chien Po ,, Ting-Ting, Su & Mei ,, King Fergus ,, Queen Elinor ,, Hamish, Hubert & Harris ,, Lord Macintosh [+young] ,, Lord MacGuffin [+young] ,, Lord Dingwall [+wee] ,, Quasimodo ,, Clopin Trouillefou ,, Maoi ,, Chief Tui ,, Gramma Tala • ,, Te Fiti • ,, Hen Wen • ,, Gurgi ,, Miss Bianca ,, Bernard ,, Jake ,, Cody • ,, Wilbur ,, Marahute • ,, Kovu ,, Kiara ,, Vitani ,, Carl Fredericksen [+young] ,, Ellie Fredricksen [+young] ,, Russell • ,, Kevin • ,, Miguel Rivera ,, Abuelita Elena • ,, Mamá Coco • ,, Papá Julio • ,, Tía Victoria ,, Tía Rosita ,, Héctor •••• ,, Mamá Imelda ,, Óscar & Felipe ,, Chicharrón ,, Pepita • ,, Kristoff ,, Olaf • ,, Bruni • ,, Riley • ,, Joy ,, Sadness ,, Disgust ,, Fear ,, Anger ,, Bing Bong ,, Luca Paguro ,, Alberto Scorfano ,, Giulia Marcovaldo ,,
Villains:
Captain Hook ,, Cruella de Vil ,, Jasper & Horace ,, Jafar ,, Maleficent ,, Diablo • ,, Gaston ,, Queen of Hearts ,, Ursula ,, Hades •••• ,, Pain & Panic ,, Lady Tremaine ,, Anastasia ,, Drizella ,, Mother Gothel ,, Scar ,, Zira ,, Nuka ,, Shenzi, Banzai & Ed ,, Si & Am • ,, Mor'du ,, The Evil Queen ,, Doctor Facilier ,, Yzma • ,, Kronk ,, Randall Boggs ,, Chef Skinner ,, Amos Slade ,, Percival C. McLeach ,, Joanna the Goanna ,, Claude Frollo [FUCK HIM UP!!] •••• ,, Clayton ,, Big Bad Wolf ,, Buddy Pine//Syndrome ••• ,, Mirage ,, Jangles the Clown ,, Namaari ,, Prince Hans ,, Tamatoa ,, Te Kā • ,, Ernesto de la Cruz
Misc. :
- Reisuke Houjou • [Mirai Nikki // Future Diary]
- Rococo [Omori]
- Lucian Abbot ••• [R.I.P aka Really Introverted Producer]
- Tobey McCallister [WordGirl]
- Dr. Sylvester Ashling [Epithet Erased]
- Postman // Victor Grantz (+ _____ skin) [Identity V]
- Ahmanet (+alive Ahmanet) ••• [The Mummy]
- The Lamb // Lambert [Cult of the Lamb]
- ENA (+ _____ form) [Joel G]
- The Collector [The Owl House]
- Blommy // Bloomy [Fluffffpillow's oc]
- Sun [Two Face ,, GH'S Animation]
- Scooby-Doo [Velma Meets the Original Velma]
- Patchy the Pirate // Flying Dutchman [SpongeBob SquarePants | The Time Travelling Ghost Pirate Theory] •••
- Senpai (+Spirit) [Friday Night Funkin]
° Rio Ranger (+Laizer)/Toto Noel •••• ,, Sei Satou ••• ,, Kai Satou •••• [Your Turn To Die]
° Monaca Towa ,, Nagisa Shingetsu ,, Jataro Kemuri ,, Masaru Daimon ,, Kotoko Utsugi [Danganronpa // Warriors of Hope]
° Isaac “Zack” Foster ,, Rachel Gardner ,, Edward “Eddie” Mason ,, Daniel “Danny” Dickens ,, Catherine “Cathy” Ward ,, Abraham Grey [Angels of Death // Satsuriku no Tenshi]
° Satou Matsuzaka ,, Shio Kōbe • ,, Asahi Kōbe ,, Taiyō Mitsuboshi ,, Sumire Miyazaki ,, Mitori Tajima ,, Shōko Hida ,, Satou’s aunt • [Happy Sugar Life]
° Eun Sian ,, Chae Yul •••• ,, Chae Yuri ,, Hyun Yujin ,, Min Hyunee [Secret Alliance]
° Aoi Mukou ,, Miyuki Sone ,, Haru [You and Me and He // Totono]
° The Angel •••• - The Demon •••• - The small Demon • [Avogado6]
° Say Carnes ,, Arc Carnes [The Chattering Lack Of Common Sense/The Chattering Of Teeth and Lack Of Common Sanity]
° Kennith Simmons ,, Stephanie Glass ,, Greg Hoffman [The Colorbars Broadcast of 1987] •••
° Andrew Graves •••• ,, Ashley Graves •••• ,, Julia [The Coffin of Andy & LeyLey]
° Justine Florbelle ,, Aloïs Racine (+pre-torture, +mid-torture) ,, Basile Giroux (+pre-torture, +mid-torture) ,, Malo de Vigny (+pre-torture +mid-torture) [Amnesia: Justine] ••••
° Radiant_Day ,, Unstable_Day ,, Scary_Day ,, Great_Day ,, Dreadful_Day ,, Benevolent_Day ,, Emotionless_Day [Days Union]
° Rush ,, Hide ,, Seek ,, Eyes ,, Halt ,, Ambush ,, Screech • ,, Figure ,, Jack ,, Glitch [Roblox Doors]
° Amethyst van der Troll ,, Ruby Trollman ,, Sapphire Trollzawa ,, Onyx von Trollenberg ,, Topaz Trollhopper ,, Simon (+Garnet Trollovski) ,, Snarf • [Trollz]
° Sharko ,, Marina ,, Zig ,, Bernie ,, The Ghastly Ghost ,, Manic Mermaid ,, King Neptune [Zig & Sharko]
° Oh ,, Gratuity ‘Tip’ Tucci ,, Pig • ,, Gorg ,, Kyle ,, Captain Smek ,, Boov [Home]
° Pound (+Monstar form) ,, Bang (+Monstar form) ,, Nawt (+Monstar form) ,, Bupkus (+Monstar form) ,, Blanko (+Monstar form) [Space Jam // The Nerdlucks]
° Charmander ,, Squirtle ,, Bulbasaur ,, Leader Caterpie ,, Whiskers ,, Gastly • ,, Haunter ,, Flareon [Starter Squad by Shippiddge]
° Freddy Fazbear ,, Foxy the Pirate ,, Chica ,, Bonnie ,, Mangle ,, Springtrap ,, Fredbear ,, Toy Freddy ,, Toy Chica ,, Toy Bonnie [FNaF Tony Crynight]
° Kitsunami the Fennec ••• ,, Dr. Starline ,, Infinite the Jackal ,, Rookie the Wolf [Sonic the Hedgehog]
- [Any Tails variant will do tbh] •••• ➴
OG Miles ‘‘Tails” Prower • movie Tails • boom Tails • Anti-Miles • SH/TSAA Tails • (There's something about Knuckles) Tails • Blacksmith • (Tails’ Dark Diary) Tails • WWMH Miles • Nine • Mangey • Sails • Tails.EXE • starved Tails • Inner Tails • Ali Baba • Tailsop • Tails-Zilla • Tails Doll • Metal Tails • Luther • (Tails Gets Trolled) Tails • AOSTH Tails • Zails the Zone Cop • pinball/brainwashed Tails • Requital (The Sonic Oddities) • (Sonic Prime) Tails • (The Ankh) Hologram Tails/Hollow • (Operation Crimson) Tails • (Operation Crimson) Flor • Tails emo AU (Kayla Green)
May add more in the future ...
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