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jahayla-parker · 10 months
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Request: Hey so I was wonder if you could write a story with either kaz brekker × ADHD reader or freddy Carter × ADHD reader where the reader is struggling and ends up with haveing breakdown and is in tears with the fact that they can't stay focused and everything is slipping into a mess and they are struggling and they just comfort the reader. haven't been feeling very well lately and begin feeling overwhelmed and I love your work
Over It All : Kaz Brekker x Reader
@alex-kazbrekkersimp this is the last one I’ll be tagging you in unless you mention wanting to be added to one of (or multiple) my tag lists 💜 same note as on the last/Freddy one: Hi! So sorry for just getting to this! Ironically enough, I was experiencing this myself over the last few months. I hope you're feeling better! I did both characters/people, but I broke it up. In this one you'll find Kaz’s version.
Note: Thank you to @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r for helping me edit this!
Description: 3.8k wc, reader struggles with her ADHD to the point of breaking into tears, prompting Kaz to find a way to come to her aid. Hurt-comfort, angst-fluff
Warnings: SOC content (and applicable warnings), ADHD symptoms and experiences discussed, mention of crying and sadness, negative thoughts of self, some angst but fluffy ending/comfort
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Y/n hid behind the empty box of spirits that Kaz had imported for the Crow Club. The bottles had already been removed and stored in their appropriate places. However, it seemed someone forgot to dispose of the now-empty crate. Y/n was beyond grateful for that oversight at this moment. 
She’d been trying to hide from Kaz all evening. Normally she’d be able to be found in his office after dinner had been served. It had started as a means of bringing him food that she’d then have to all-but force him to eat; however, it soon turned into a nightly ritual in which the now-couple would either visit briefly or silently complete more work/hobbies.
Tonight was different. She didn’t want to go to his office. Y/n knew Kaz would be able to pick up on her negative energy. And for once, she didn’t want to talk about it. After all, she wasn’t sure how to explain herself to anyone. 
She knew she couldn’t go to her room. That would be the first place Kaz would likely check for her after noticing her absence. She could go somewhere outside of the Slat or Crow’s Club entirely, but she didn’t want Kaz to worry either. So instead Y/n chose to stay in the back part of the Crow Club, hidden behind the empty wooden crate. 
She wasn’t sure what her plan was, Y/n doubted she could outlast Kaz’s insomnia, but perhaps she could outlast his interest tonight. Maybe if she hid long enough, he’d grow tired of trying to find her (or wouldn’t risk the others being clued into the reason behind such behavior). At which point she could return to her room for some much needed sleep. 
Y/n felt guilty for hiding from him. He hadn’t been the one to do anything wrong in this instance. Instead, it was her that failed to accomplish the tasks he’d assigned her. She had never struggled this much to complete them before. 
However, given the chaotic dynamics of the club and increased heists lately, she’d been more stressed and less well-rested than normal. As such, her focus was waning. Well, waning would suggest she had at least some small amount of focus left. Which she didn’t. Lack of focus would be a better way to put it. She couldn’t focus if her life depended on it. In some way it did. 
It wasn’t that Kaz would kill her, or even really threaten her for not completing the tasks as he might the other crows, but that was not the relationship he had with Y/n; and she knew that. But, she knew he’d still be disappointed in her. 
Yet, that wasn’t even the biggest threat she faced when it came to having failed to do her job. Instead, Kaz was on a time crunch for moving forward with their next heist. If he went through with the heist despite Y/n not completing her assigned preparative tasks, someone could die. 
Y/n had given up already on getting her tasks done today. She tried countless times, in countless ways, at countless different locations. All without even a minute level of success. They weren’t difficult, but her mind still wouldn’t cooperate or focus. 
Hence why she resorted to isolating herself in the dingy back room of the club. It was almost poetic. This was the type of place she belonged after her shameful failures today. A place with cracked walls, dirt and soot, no lighting, cobwebs, and empty splintered boxes. 
Kaz clenched the top of his crow’s head cane tightly as he limped down the stairs. He had spent the last hour waiting for Y/n to join him in his office, yet he’d seen no sign of her this evening. In fact, Kaz hadn’t seen her since the early hours of the day. 
It wasn’t just that she wasn’t in his office tonight following the dinner Inej made the crows, it was that he couldn’t find her in her room either. Kaz even passed Inej in the hall and asked if she’d seen Y/n. He knew if Nina were nearby she’d be able to notice the way his heart rate increased dramatically upon Inej mentioning she hadn’t made it to dinner tonight. It was very unlike Y/n to not enjoy the company of the other crows. 
Kaz could understand if he’d somehow done something to make her mad. However, that wouldn’t explain why she hadn’t joined the other crows for dinner. He never joined the crows for dinner of his own volition; unless Y/n pleaded with him for days prior. So something must have happened to prevent her from joining them tonight. 
He wasn’t sure what was behind her absence, but he planned to get to the bottom of it. Kaz knew he couldn’t protect her from everything, especially in the barrel. Saints, he’d told her as much himself. Besides, he knew Y/n was more than capable of handling things herself. But, her absence tonight made his heart ache until he was practically speed-walking through his club. 
“Boss, come join us” Jesper called, waving Kaz over to where he was. Jesper was leaning against the bar counter, Wylan beside him shaking his head. 
“I’m clearly busy” Kaz retorted harshly, continuing his departure to the streets of the Barrel. 
“Is everything alright?” Wylan bravely asked as he pulled a drink away from Jesper. 
Kaz glanced sharply in his direction and shook his head, “I’m missing a crow”.
Wylan appeared to think for a moment, likely counting each crow and where/when he’d seen them last. “Who?” he pressed, unable to deduce who was missing. 
This infuriated Kaz. How could Wylan, or any of his crows, not notice Y/n’s absence? Nor see it as problematic or concerning? Kaz reluctantly pushed those irritations aside for the time. Yet, he made a mental note to return to the matter later. After he’d found y/n.
“Y/n” Kaz groaned, his gloved hand squeezing the top of his cane until he felt the metal edges grinding into his palm. 
“Really? I just saw-“ Wylan began, stopping when Jesper exaggeratedly shook his head and waved his hands around in the air. 
Kaz rose his right eyebrow at the couple and turned to face them. He made his way to them silently, his grip still tight on his cane. But his pace had slowed now that there seemed to be a piece of information he had been missing. 
“Where?” Kaz demanded firmly once he reached the counter. 
“Umm… maybe I was-“ Wylan mumbled, his eyes full of confusion as he looked between his drunken boyfriend and Kaz’s angry glare. 
Kaz smacked his cane against the hard floor, the sound reverberating throughout the club. Everything around them halted as all eyes shifted to watch Kaz tower menacingly over Jesper and Wylan. He turned enough to send the onlookers a warning glance. 
Once the rest of the room had resumed their previously abandoned activities, Kaz stared expectantly at Wylan. Jesper was clearly in no place to be of assistance, despite the fact that he clearly knew something. Wylan, on the other hand, appeared to know where Y/n was at, but not whatever detail had Jesper telling him not to disclose her location. 
“She…” Wylan trailed off, still uncertain whether to trust the hesitation of his boyfriend or comply with Kaz’s unspoken order. 
Jesper groaned, leaning his head on the sticky counter. “No one chooses to stay back there if they want to be found” he mumbled. 
Kaz furrowed his brows as he leaned closer to them. “If neither one of you tell me where she is within the next twenty seconds, I will-“ he began to threaten. 
Wylan cut him off before he could inform them of their potential consequence. “Are you planning on hurting her?” Wylan questioned. 
Kaz’s stare hardened despite the pain in his chest at the insinuation. He had never done anything to hurt Y/n. Saints, he threatened his crows, but would never truly act on it. Kaz knew his reputation was likely the reason Wylan was asking. Yet, Kaz hated that Wylan felt he had to ask if Kaz would hurt Y/n of all people. 
Wylan’s body language shifted as he picked up on Kaz’s reaction to his question. Nonetheless, Kaz needed to know where Y/n was. More specifically, he needed visual confirmation that she was safe. And ideally, learn why she was seemingly avoiding him. “No”.
“She’s in the back. Behind the old storage boxes for the bar” Wylan stated, tilting his head towards the door behind him. 
Kaz nodded once at Wylan, sent a stiff glance at Jesper, and moved past them. He couldn’t control the thoughts in his mind as he made his way back to the storage room. Why would she choose to be in the one truly unkempt place in the club? Why did she prefer to be there instead of in his office? 
As the door creaked open, he saw movement behind the row of shabby shelves. He stared intently in that direction, hoping for another glance. He could’ve sworn he’d seen her y/h/c during the initial flicker of movement. But he didn’t want to announce himself just yet if he was wrong. 
As he moved closer, he heard the sound of someone hitting the floor; he picked up his pace upon recognizing Y/n’s faint groan. It only took him a few seconds to reach the end of the aisle. When he did, he came upon the sight of her attempting to get off the ground. 
Kaz watched as her eyes flickered from the ground, to his cane, then back down. He sighed loudly. If it wasn’t before, it was now evident she was avoiding Kaz. But he still couldn’t figure out why. 
Y/n noticed Kaz extended his gloved hand down for her to use to stand. Y/n shook her head, pushing herself up. Once she was on her feet again, she brushed herself off. “Excuse me” she whispered, attempting to move around him. 
Kaz’s gloved hand stopped her from leaving, his leather covered fingers wrapping around her wrist. He silently tapped her inner wrist before tugging on her arm. “Look at me” he said. 
Y/n slowly spun around to face him but remained silent.  
“Why are you acting like this?” Kaz asked, furrowing his brows as he stared down at her. He slowly let go of her wrist and dropped his hand back down to his side. 
“Like what? I need to-“ she began, eyeing his gloves. 
“Continue avoiding me?” He pushed, giving her a knowing look. 
Kaz watched the way her eyes widened and lips parted. She clearly hadn’t expected him to call her out on her actions. Or perhaps she didn’t expect him to notice at all. Either way, it was clear he’d caught her off guard. 
“You didn’t think I’d notice?” Kaz questioned, his voice a bit sharper than he intended. 
Y/n glanced down at her dirty boots and sighed. “I hoped you wouldn’t. I hoped you would be focused on something other than my idiotic self” she admitted. 
“Excuse me?” Kaz spat, frowning until he felt a pain above his eye. 
“I am a failure, Kaz. That’s why I can’t look you in the eyes” y/n explained, shifting under his piercing stare. 
Kaz sighed in annoyance, “Y/n, you know I don’t tolerate lying”.
“I’m not lying” she whispered, her voice cracking. 
Kaz’s gaze softened as he saw a silent tear roll down her cheek. He shifted his jaw and took a deep breath. Kaz was about to ask Y/n what she was referring to when he heard her let out a quiet, shaking sob. 
Kaz abruptly snapped his body in the opposite direction. He ignored the pain in his knee as he quickly limped back to the door that lead to the main hall of the club. 
“Please don’t leave, I’ll stop crying” y/n whimpered, suddenly behind him. She grabbed his wrist with her hand, careful to only rest her skin again his jacket sleeve rather than his exposed skin. 
Kaz turned to her, moving his arm until her hand was in his gloved one. He gave her as tender of a nod as he could. His voice was still rough but quiet as he told her “I’m sending everyone home”.
Worried the club would lose money by closing early, she began to argue. “But it’s busy tonight. It’s important that we-“ 
“No,” Kaz cut her off, squeezing her hand, “you’re what’s important right now”.
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Kaz watched as Y/n crawled onto his bed silently. She was now dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of her shorts. The open window of his room provided some relief from the stuffy warmth of the air this time of year. 
He wasn’t sure how to help her. To be fair, he wasn’t sure how to help anyone. Being vulnerable and emotionally supportive were not his strong suits.  
He couldn’t physically hold her as she expressed her feelings. He wasn’t great at showing or expressing his own feelings. He didn’t know how to begin the conversation without upsetting her. And he didn’t know how to verbally respond if she were to express the reason for her depressed state. 
He could be straight forward, he was good at that. But he didn’t feel that was enough. It was one thing to tell her she wasn’t a failure like she claimed, it was another to be able to elaborate on that and offer a compliment instead. And Kaz wasn’t good at the latter. 
“You’re okay” Kaz said in a weak attempt at comforting her. He sighed softly as she nodded doubtfully and stared at her lap. He wasn’t off to a good start. “Did you.. Want to talk?” Kaz asked hesitantly. While he wasn’t sure how well that talk would go, he could at least offer one. 
She glanced up at him briefly before her eyes quickly looked elsewhere, “No”. 
Kaz nodded and removed his hat and jacket. He watched her closely while he hung up his items, eyes scanning her face as she tried to regulate her emotions. Once his outer layers were hanging on the rack, he made his way to her. 
Sitting beside her, he still wasn’t sure what to do, but he would at least offer his presence. Kaz slowly extended his hand between them, palm up. 
Y/n looked down at his hand and flickered her eyes up to his face in search of confirmation. When she received an affirmative nod, she rested her hand in his gloved one. She nearly jumped when his fingers laced through hers, and he gave her hand a comforting squeeze. 
His actions eased some of her guilt, nerves, and shame. She now felt that perhaps she could tell him what was troubling her after all. Y/n knew he might not understand, but at least she could try and get it off her chest. 
She hesitantly whispered his name in the form of a question, “Kaz?”. The corners of her lips twitched upwards faintly when he squeezed her hand again and hummed quietly as a sign for her to continue. “Maybe I do want to talk…is that okay?” Y/n asked. 
Kaz nodded and gave her another small squeeze as he worked to calm the imaginary waters hitting his legs from the contact. 
“I am not getting any of it done” she confessed, staring at the wall across the room from them. 
“Any of what?” Kaz questioned, his eyes watching her body language intently. 
“My jobs, I’m falling behind, and….and…and…” Y/n rambled, her mind once again unable to focus. Even now, when it came to her own emotions, her brain just would not focus enough for her to form the right words. 
“And?” Kaz asked, his soft tone and careful attention saying more than his words ever could. 
Y/n snapped her eyes over to him, the tears in them making Kaz grind his teeth. “I’m failing you” she responded after a few seconds. 
“What?“ he questioned, letting out a breathy exhale. His tone this time was much harsher and more serious. Kaz hoped it displayed his offense over such a suggestion rather than coming across in a hurtful manner. 
“I’m failing you” Y/n repeated. She looked away from his tense eyes, sighing when she felt his hand slackening its grip on hers. As a result, she began to pull her hand from his in embarrassment. 
Kaz noticed the action and promptly readjusted his grip. He gave her a silent squeeze as he composed his thoughts. “What are you talking about?” Kaz finally asked, schooling his eyes to remain soft, despite his concern. 
“You asked me to review the maps of Chenvilun’s, but I can’t focus” y/n cried. “I tried, but every sound from downstairs distracted me” She elaborated. 
When Kaz nodded slowly, she continued, “So, I went to the University library. I thought it would be quiet”. Y/n sighed loudly, “But then the sound of pens from the studying students wouldn’t stop echoing in my head”. 
Y/N’s free hand dragged down her face, “It’s hard to explain. But… Then I headed back here, and I can’t stop thinking about other things”. She felt Kaz’s eyes on her as she attempted to explain herself. “I could focus on some of those for a little while, but those weren’t what you asked me to do” she stated, frustration evident in her voice. “I wasn't accomplishing or doing what I needed to be… Meaning I also fell behind on the other stuff” Y/n confessed with a sniffle. 
The confused look Kaz responded with prompted her to elaborate on that concern. “I didn't do my regular chores either; I didn’t help Nina with the dishes, or visit Rotty at the docks to see if there was anything to report to you” y/n pointed out, unconsciously tightening her grip on Kaz’s hand as her emotions took over, “and then I got so overwhelmed that it cycled and I-..I…I..-“
Kaz saw the signs of a panic attack beginning to take over; he knew the warning signs all too well. However, as he despised his own, he hated hers even more. At least with his, he was the one suffering. With hers, Y/n was the one in pain, and Kaz hated that. Especially since he couldn’t offer her much help whenever they’d hit. 
He quietly moved closer to her, hoping his proximity would help. Kaz felt her hand slip from his as she began to tug on her hair with both hands, breathing loudly. He moved his gloved hand towards her and placed it on her shoulder. 
“Y/n/n, your only task right now…” he stopped himself to reword his response. “The only thing I need, is for you to breathe” Kaz told her. 
“No, you-“ She argued breathily. 
Kaz firmly shook his head, “Your order is to breathe. That’s all.” He followed up his statement by intentionally breathing loudly. He maintained a steady pace in hopes she’d copy his breathing with her own. 
Once her breathing was starting to improve, she lowered her hand from her face. Y/n took a deep breath, making sure the intake matched Kaz’s. She risked looking up at him despite her embarrassment. “You’re not mad I failed you?” Y/n wondered. 
“You didn’t fail me” Kaz replied simply. When Y/n silently shook her head in disagreement, Kaz sighed. “Y/n, you did not fail me” he promised. Stepping outside his comfort zone, he tenderly added, “You could never fail me”. While he wasn’t sure about confessing such a vulnerable sentiment to her, when he saw the shimmer of joy in Y/n’s eyes, he knew it was worth it. 
“One thing at a time, and we do it together” Kaz stated upon sensing Y/n was still worried over not finishing her jobs.
She nodded her agreement and grabbed the papers she had set down beside her when they entered his room. 
“No. After you rest” Kaz corrected sternly. 
Despite his sternness, Y/n still resisted his attempt to get her to forget about her duties for the night. “But,-“ she began to protest. 
Kaz’s gloved hand shook slightly as he stroked Y/n's cheek, brushing a loose lock of hair from her face. “Not resting will make it worse,” He reminded her. Kaz cleared his throat, once again being more intentional with his words. “It will make you feel worse, and I won’t have that” Kaz explained. 
Y/n wiped her face and nodded, but she still gave him a sad look that told him she wasn’t entirely on board yet. “I can’t sleep if my mind is racing” she explained. She looked shamefully back down at her lap. Kaz had already done so much for her tonight, yet here she was, still complaining. 
Kaz silently racked his brain for a solution. Suddenly, it hit him as his eyes landed on the tiny bookshelf he’d installed specifically for Y/n’s collection. She had her own bookcase in her bedroom; however, Kaz often noticed she’d bring books to his room, trying to keep them neatly stacked and out of his way. Since then, hed had one of the dregs install the shelf.  
The bookshelf served as a reminder to him of all the many occasions in which he would find her hyper-focused on reading her latest book. He knew she wasn’t likely able to read to herself tonight given her inattentiveness, but he suspected the material from her books could still offer her a distraction from the self-deprecating thoughts racing through her mind. 
As such, Kaz unexpectedly offered to read aloud to her. It came as a surprise to both of them, as it was an unusual behavior and fairly intimate for the couple. But Kaz added it to his mental arsenal of solutions for whenever her focus failed her again. After all, it wasn’t long after he began reading to her that he found himself grinning like an idiot as she fell asleep in his bed with a small smile on her face.
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troubled-mind · 9 months
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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....
Hello, @dnana-2809-blog!
I'm sorry for not getting back to you sooner, but I am mostly away from the wonders of the internet these days. I did 10 favs recently but I limited myself to girls. So I am going to cheat a bit and here is a list of boys for you. Beware, it's not going to have any particular order and it is a flavour of the day type of thing (I probably forgot about some of my beloveds)
Wen Kexing - Word of Honor [Chinese BL(?) Drama]
He had me with that mischievous smile alone. But this man is also fiercely loyal to those who he deems worthy. Having the face of Gong Jun helps as well, not gonna lie. (I would totally steal @wen-kexing-apologist handle if I could)
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Mork - My Ride [Thai BL]
He has a heart where his brain should be (I read that somewhere in the comments and I would love to cite the person who said it but I lost the post). The dimple is also very convincing.
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Kiyoshi Adachi - Cherry Magic [Japanese BL]
If Fujisaki and Adachi had a baby that would be me. I love Cherry Magic dearly mostly thanks to this shy and chaotic boy and the fact that I can relate to him a little bit too much.
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Percy "Pez" Okonjo - Red White And Royal Blue [book by Casey McQuiston]
Everyone deserves a Pez in their life - the colourful persona that would throw you the best party with their chaotic energy but also kick your ass when needed.
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Kim Jun-wan - Hospital Playlist [Korean drama]
Grumpy on the outside, caring and even fluffy at times on the inside. Love that about him. Also, a proper food enthusiast who can sing - what else could my humble self want. (Thinking about Jun-wan made me listen to HP rendition of Let's Forget it for the umpteenth time. It gets me emotional EVERY TIME. @lurkingshan I blame you for reminding me how brilliant this show is)
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Kaz Brekker - Six of Crows Duology [books by Leigh Bardugo / Netflix series]
Kaz, the ultimate survivor. Traumatized to the point of madness but somewhere inside there is a heart that's not so cold. I could probably work and die for him. Freddy Carter portrayed him so well in the series!
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Altan Trengsin - The Poppy War [book by R.F. Kuang]
Why do I tend to like traumatized characters? I don't know. Altan is not even likeable but I love his quiet ferocity even if he's the master of unhealthy coping mechanisms.
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10th Doctor - Doctor Who [British series]
The master of flirty rapport with anything that lives. He has a great sense of humour, and a huge heart (or two) - chaotic good incarnated if you ask me. But most importantly he is MY doctor and forever will be.
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Yechan - Love Tractor [webtoon by Hmm Yong Yong (흠념뇸) / AngryMonster (앵몬)]
The latest addition but an utterly lovable one. He might be a personification of a golden retriever but his devotion to the craft and refreshing frankness is definitely something to admire.
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Combeferre - Les Miserables [fandom version]
Let me get this straight. I have not read the brick (aka the original book by Victor Hugo). 10 years ago after getting obsessed with the musical I found out about the world of fanfiction where Les Amis were a colourful bunch of queer characters and allies and I FELL IN LOVE. Fanon Combeferre is usually the voice of reason among them all, the one with a scientific mind (often med student/doctor) but with hidden quirks and unexpected traits that go along with his calm demeanour. It is totally possible that this characterisation lives only in my mind and is a mix of all too many fics that I've read. @deboracabral (this) or @infinite-mirrors (this) fanarts can get you a glimpse of what I have in mind.
Oof, that was a fun one!
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mcntsee · 2 months
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Heyyy, love your work, just wondering if it was possible for you to write a fluffy one shot of Freddy Carter taking care of the reader when she’s sick, Thank you so much ILYSM!!!
Hii!!
Yes, I will write this. I do know you sent this a while ago, and i’m sorry you had to wait for such a long time for me to answer this! I don’t know when, but it will be posted.
Thank you so much for your patience, and please let me know if you wish to make any changes to the request, or don’t want this written anymore.
ILYSM TOO!!
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major2501 · 1 year
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Living in the Fray: Chapter Eleven
'Good morning Chase fans and welcome to day two of the Convict Chase with me Terry St. Vincent and Naoko Harada Walker! Thanks to Paul for covering the night shift and letting us get some rest so we can be with you for what we hope is another exciting day!'
Terry St. Vincent was an alarmingly happy and cheerful man today especially as he was fronting the Chase show for a change and wasn't in the shadow of Paul Adams. Naoko even got more screen time too which she relished in. Out of the three hosts, Naoko was an actual journalist and hosted many informative documentaries over the years as well as the New Edo ten o'clock news three nights a week. She enjoyed doing something different once in a while to give herself a break from the seriousness and the Chase was the perfect occasion to do so.
'We're coming up for the first twenty four hour mark, meaning we will have thirty hours, twenty three minutes and fifty seven seconds left of this years Chase. If you haven't been watching, here's a recap of the Chase so far.'
Naoko led the way in to a round up segment showing key moments that had happened. Krieger's first kill mere seconds after the Chase had begun, Daisuke Akiyama's disqualification by killing one of his contracts and not one of the cons, followed by Frank's harbour front shooting and then finishing off with Krieger's second kill of convict Andrea Toles by beheading her with her sword, Inazuma.
'So Captain Krieger is currently in the lead with two kills followed by Frank Da Costa with one. Freddie Wilson is yet to get on the scoreboard and Daisuke Akiyama has been disqualified.'
Michael had the right idea and cooked breakfast for everyone as and when they arrived on the Osiris instead of making everything beforehand. They weren't too late though which wasn't that bad. Instead of preparing the weird greasy breakfasts he was made to make at the café place he worked at before he joined the crew he made a wide array of easy dishes. Eggs benedict with fresh muffins from the bakery up the road, lean bacon and homemade hollandaise sauce, fluffy blueberry pancakes, BLT sandwiches on malted toasted bread and even some options for the body building Justin; of scrambled eggs and avocado on whole-wheat toast and protein pancakes made with bananas. Justin was impressed with Michael's cooking and made it clear that he was quite possibly his most favourite person in the galaxy as he knew what to make and make it well.
'Favourite person in the galaxy next to my wife and kids I should say. She'd kill me, if I didn't say that.' Justin cringed a little bit as he corrected himself.
The crew watched the Chase coverage on a small holoscreen mounted in the ships galley as they ate their breakfast. Funnily enough they were watching the Chase Hunters having breakfast. Freddie was in a typical American diner tucking in to what was essentially desert for breakfast; waffles and pancakes. Frank was in some very fancy French Bistro having coffee from a cafetiere with some very intricate pastries and a selection of fresh fruit and yoghurt.
Krieger however was in fact like she had planned, sat in the West End Breakfast Emporium. The English greasy spoon café owned by Ernie and Cindy Carter from good old London, was big enough to hold a fairly small proportion of the British residents of New Edo and coincidentally was the only place on the whole planet that knew what a full English breakfast was. So it got a lot of business; not only from its British regulars but from people who had heard from said Brits that a full English breakfast was the best thing for curing a hangover. And New Edo was the spiritual home of hangovers.
'What can I get you Cas? The usual?' Cindy asked as she wandered up to the table Krieger was just about to sit down at.
'Better make it a large pot of coffee Cindy I got a long day today ahead of me.' She smiled extra hard at Cindy as she saw she was wearing a Team Krieger badge on her apron.
'Sure thing. ERNIE! KRIEGER'S USUAL!' She screamed in the direction of the kitchen at her husband as she walked back behind the counter to fix a pot of coffee for Krieger. Ernie had briefly popped his head out but soon went back in as his wife was advancing.
Krieger's usual wasn't exactly a full English breakfast but it was what she could handle. She went for the standard breakfast but with a few things taken away and a few additions. She never had black pudding or baked beans but supplemented their removal with extra fried mushrooms and an extra hash brown. So on the serving platter sized plate that was eventually presented to her were two fried eggs, three rashers of back bacon, a few plum tomatoes, three hash browns, two pork sausages and a mound of fried button mushrooms with a side of buttered white bread and a huge pot of coffee to wash it all down.
The coffee was the first thing to go. Krieger downed it with an ample amount of milk and sugar that she dumped in to her mug. Cindy graciously brought her out another pot knowing that she would want another. Krieger delved in to her breakfast; shovelling everything in her mouth looking like she barely chewed anything on its way down. Ernie always cooked breakfasts to perfection and this was exactly what she needed right now. She ate everything that was on her plate, mopping up the residual yolky egg with the last piece of bread. Saving Cindy a trip back to her table, Krieger picked up her plate and took it up to the serving counter.
'As always, perfect breakfast.' Krieger said as she handed over her plate to Cindy. Ernie had finally come out of the kitchen in the back, wiping his hands on a blue and white striped tea towel. Krieger noticed Ernie was also wearing a Team Krieger badge on his apron. She approved. Krieger then placed her finger on the scanner on the counter to pay for her breakfast as Ernie began talking.
'Think you're gonna get another today?' Ernie asked while his wife tended to the plate Krieger had given her.
'I hope so, it's up in the air though there's only two cons left and three hunters.'
'Well we're cheering for you anyway Krieger.'
She grinned.
'How much you put down on me winning this year?'
'Five thousand creds.' Ernie chuckled.
'Well I'll do my best and make sure you score big. I better dash, I'll be winning fuck all if I don't get hunting.'
'Stay safe sweetheart.' Cindy called over as Krieger turned to leave. She smiled and waved as she made her way through the door, instantly getting on neural comms to Ronson as her feet hit the pavement.
'Morning babes, you got owt for me?'
'Nothing yet. New Edo's barely woken up and had its first ciggy yet I bet everybody's still hungover from last night, or they're at work already.'
Krieger sighed. She hated slow Chases. It meant a lot of waiting around for nothing to happen and the only time you'd ever really find a con was if you got lucky on your search or if they made the mistake of being pinged on one of the many CCTV cameras dotted around.
'Right.' Krieger squinted her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose as if it would help her think better. 'Um, lets try some profiling see if that gets us anywhere. Get me some info on the cons we have left send it to my ocular.'
'Okay... two secs... There.'
Krieger's left eye HUD lit up with photos of one of the cons and some text showing some statistics; height, ages, weight and so on.
'Okay so this is Jax. Real name unknown but it was changed by deed poll years ago. Six foot two, two hundred and five pounds of what seems to be pure muscle, mixed race black and white. Associated with the Outer World Liberation Front as a mere foot soldier. That's all I got on him, seems like the OWLF are pretty good at getting rid of or fabricating information.'
'You don't think he could be one of their suicide bombers?
'Possibly, they tend to leave that up to the brainwashed underlings. They usually get them to assassinate difficult to reach targets without any regards to the consequences.'
'And is Jax one of them? You got his arrest record?' Krieger questioned. Knowing what some of the OLWF minions were like from previous attacks; if Jax was a disposable soldier then he was most likely going after somebody important or he was planning on bombing somewhere or a whole bunch of people during his time out of jail. Krieger was thinking the latter. The mission was never quite over for them and prison wouldn't stop them from finishing it.
'Ookay.' Ronson started. 'He was arrested a few times back on Earth when he was a member of an Animal Rights Group. Cut to the new galaxy and he's only had two arrests, one for punching a police officer during a supposedly peaceful protest and the second arrest is what landed him in prison. Bombed the trade docks on Moralis. They caught him shortly after about to set a bomb off on the Boston Swing Bridge from the mainland to the dock island.'
'He's not coming out any time soon. You get any breakfast yet?' Krieger asked.
'In a mo, they're replenishing to buffet table soon. Erik can't half put it away.'
Krieger smiled a little imagining Erik towering over the buffet table loading up on whatever he could fit on a plate. She brought herself back round to the real world and lit a cigarette as she walked through the streets. New Edo was wide awake by now and people were going about their business as normal. Of course a bunch of the pubs were already teaming with people watching the Chase on their holoscreens with a cheeky morning pint.
'So what about the last guy, Clements?'
'Sending info now.'
Krieger received the information again on her left eye HUD with more blurb about Clement and a few more pictures that cycled through on a slideshow. They were only shown a few photos of each con before the Chase started. Either way, none of them were good photos.
'Jesus Christ he looks like he fuck a warm muffin.'
Krieger could hear Ronson choking slightly at the comment she made. She could hear him giggle a bit then heard him drinking something, followed by a small cough as if he were trying to compose himself.
'Never mind fucking warm muffins, this sick bastard had a penchant for drunk women and little girls.'
'Oh this guys getting torn to pieces. I'd even let the others do it so long as he suffers.'
'Well nobody has seen him at all. I've had a look at some of his psyche reports and this guy is evil. Nine counts of rape on adult women, five of which were murdered and four counts of sexual abuse on minors; one he molested and raped on and off over 3 years and two of which he also killed. The last one committed suicide several years later when she was only thirteen.'
'He has a compulsion by the sound of it. How long has he been locked up for?'
'Three years and seven months.'
'And he's on the nonce wing?'
'Yep, far away from Gen Pop.'
Krieger's skin was crawling just thinking about this awful excuse for a human being. She figured Ronson was lousy at the thought of this guy too.
'So he's been in all that time, away from everybody else. Yeah he's either gonna keep his head down or he's out to get his jollies one last time before he gets slotted.'
'That's what I think he'd do.' Ronson sighed deeply.
'Ugh I hate when they send pedos for the Chase. I mean this is a fucked up planet but we have barely any of those sick fucks.' Krieger shook her head.
'Even New Edo resident pedos don't last five minutes when they get outed, the locals go after them.'
'Well one of us better get to him before they do. It's still a competition.'
'You better get cracking then. Last proper full day and night to search for these arseholes.'
Krieger could hear a slight sense of urgency in Ronson's voice, meaning he wanted her to wrap this up as soon as possible and get those final kills in. She knew damn well he had a shopping list with expensive things on it waiting to be checked off during a spree and the Chase win money Krieger would give him would pay for it all. He had the money to begin with but he never wanted to dip in to that. Krieger thought it was funny but to be honest, she was exactly the same. The pair of them came from backgrounds that never allowed treating themselves or excessive spending thanks to a disposable income. But now after amassing a huge amount of money they learned how to budget for their treats and daily living expenses; spend money coming to you, not what you already have saved. Krieger knew Ronson was eying up some designer clothing and a brand new kitchen for his apartment. Bespoke as well.
The crew of the Osiris were now busy milling about the ship after the fabulous breakfast Michael had prepared. While they were all enjoying the Chase so far, they were looking forward to the trades holiday that came directly after. The trades holiday happened every year directly after the Chase; three days of all factories on New Edo closing to allow all their staff time for rest and to allow deep cleaning crews and engineers to come in and make everything ship shape and Bristol fashion. But of course with this being New Edo, it meant that those three days would be spent drunk. The crew of the Osiris however like a lot of the people off during this time would spend most of the holiday down at the beach. Sometimes without Krieger if she had been seriously injured during the Chase and had to spend time in a tank of MediGel down at the local clinic. She tried to make sure that didn't happen though, she'd rather spend time with her crew at the beach than stark bollock naked in a tank of some mad perfluorocarbon-esq goop that felt and smelt like wallpaper paste.
'I don't think the boss is gonna get the next one.' Jess spoke up.
'I don't think she will either.' Faye added.
The other's looked at them both, wondering if this sudden outburst was some kind of psychic twin moment. Jess was already placing a bet on who she thought was get the next kill. Faye was doing the same on another betting site. Michael was wondering if they were all in on it, as if Krieger was not getting certain kills on purpose to benefit the crew who were betting on her. He thought against it, she did seem pretty pissed off when she didn't get to Frank's kill on time to steal it from him.
Michael then thought he'd stick a bet on his Boss to win. He had a few hundred credits going spare saved over from his last pay check so he decided to stick a hundred credits down on Krieger to win overall. He'd get a pretty decent return on that bet if she won so he'd have a bit more to stick in his savings pot.
The crew watched their Boss on screen as she walked through the streets of New Edo, stopping occasionally to chat to a few people and sign a few autographs. Eventually the cameras following her were lead to Hideki's bar. The footage then cut from Krieger to Freddie and Frank who were both still having an elongated breakfast. Freddie could be seen from outside Joe's Twenty Four Hour Diner which did an awesome burger and amazing fried chicken but served anything that could be considered dessert as breakfast. Frank however was doing the usual of sitting outside one of the nicer bistros enjoying a leisurely breakfast of pastries, fruit and coffee. And of course it being Frank, several good looking women were sat at his table flirting away with him.
Daytime was usually slow on the Chase. Most of the programme during the daytime and afternoon was filled with segments about greatest kills or spectacular fails from previous years; Krieger appearing many times in both and sometimes with Frank as their competition with each other sometimes came to a head. Frank and Krieger were kill stealers, especially with each other. Frank's most remembered steal from Krieger was when he got some of his big American Football/Rugby playing sports mates to literally tackle and carry her away from her target she was just about to shoot. Krieger's most remembered steal was when Frank was about to shoot his target, but she threw an egg and cress sandwich at his head and it smacked him straight in the face; the egg concoction clung to his face and slid down right on to his designer suede jacket. Frank lost his shit. Krieger lost her sandwich.
'What's the Boss doing at Hideki's' Michael asked his crew mates bar Zach who were all back in the rec room of the Osiris, watching the Chase day two on the big holoscreen. 'They got information for her?'
'Yep.' Devin answered. 'She has a bit of a network who relay info to the guys at Hideki's and Bab's at her bar.'
'Hunters are only allowed to communicate with their handlers via the neuromod, but they are allowed to collect info by other means.' Tony added as he sipped at a hot mug of coffee.
It dawned on Michael that he knew bugger all about the Chase. In fact he knew bugger all about what was going on in the rest of the galaxy. If it wasn't for his workmates he'd still be in the dark about everything.
'She's probably having a mid-morning pint too.' Tony chuckled.
Krieger was absolutely going to have a mid-morning pint. Hideki's bar was quite busy for this early time in the morning but it was also quiet due to some specific customers. There were a small group of Voxon males sat around one of the big tables, all looking at a pitcher of beer with empty glasses in front of them.
'Oh shit.' Krieger said over neurocomms to Ronson as she walked in to the bar. 'There's a bunch of Voxon in Hideki's.'
'Ooof, good luck with that.' Ronson replied.
Krieger sailed past the group and leant on the bar, looking up at Hideki who had been wiping down the counters with a pleading look in her eyes saying "pint now, I beg of you!" He complied instantly without saying a word.
'Oh! Look! That's Captain Cassandra Krieger of the Osiris! Hello Captain. Please come and join us in the drinking of alcoholic beverages.'
Hideki slid the fresh pint over to Krieger with a touch of a grin on his face at what one of the Voxon group who recognised her.
'Here's your alcoholic beverage Captain.' He said through his grin. Krieger picked up the glass and gave Hideki a look consisting of annoyance with a touch of venom. Time to be nice in the face of perfection.
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Desire — Kaz Brekker
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Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”
“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”
“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”
Smut prompts:
21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”
28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”
Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader
Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.
Word count: 3k
A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.
I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.
Requests are open. Love you ❤️
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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.
Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.
You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.
You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.
Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.
Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.
So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.
The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.
You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.
However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.
Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.
Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.
Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.
"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”
"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.
"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”
“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.
"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.
You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.
“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.
“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.
“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.
"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.
"I disagree. The values ​​of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.
"There are more important things." Said Kaz.
"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.
"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.
He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.
"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.
At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.
He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.
He would make you such a good girl...
"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.
A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”
Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.
“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”
But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.
After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.
However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.
Just as it was now.
“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”
It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.
But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.
“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”
And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!
"And it cost you to get shot."
"But it was just a shot!"
Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”
“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”
"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"
But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."
Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.
Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!
“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!
If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.
However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.
The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.
His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.
Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.
You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.
However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.
You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.
They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.
He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”
Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.
How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?
And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”
If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.
In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.
"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.
You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."
That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.
You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.
“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.
You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.
His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.
"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.
"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"
Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.
“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.
Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.
But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.
"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.
"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"
He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.
You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.
“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”
Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.
His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.
Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.
Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.
"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”
You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.
You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.
And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.
"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.
In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.
The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.
You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.
"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.
You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.
You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.
The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.
You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"
A deal with the devil.
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roadworkaheadyea · 2 years
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So Freddy carter likes dogs do you think Kaz secretly is an animal lover and is able to start the touch of a dog or cat?
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Okay so in honour of Shadow and Bone and the super amazing cast which I have fallen in love with here is a Freddy Imagine! 🥰
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“I found my home with you”
Freddy Carter x Reader
Warnings - None, Fluff 💞
I definitely regretted wearing pumps on my way into work this morning. As soon as I stepped outside of the hotel grounds, the wind swept violently into my hair and through my body, my fluffy overcoat doing nothing to protect me from the cold. Still, I pulled it tightly around me and headed towards the bus station.
By the time I got into the hair and make up trailer to get ready for our last day on set, I looked like a drowned rat.
Despite the usage of an umbrella, my hair had lost its volume and curled right up from the ends. My clothes were cold and clammy against my skin and my fluffy coat had matted, now totally unwearable.
Kit glanced in my direction as I slam the trailer down behind me. He takes a moment to take in my disheveled appearance before letting out a booming laugh.
My teeth where chattering rapidly and I couldn’t think of something witty to say, so I just threw him my best sarcastic smile, desperate to change.
“You know, if you needed a lift I would of offered” A familiar voice raises from behind me.
I spin on my heel, faster then I meant to and almost hit the floor. The man I front of me catches me with ease, a gentle smirk resting upon his face.
I grin up at him and regain my balance.
“Good morning to you too, Freddy”
Suddenly, a long arm swings itself around my shoulders and I look up to see kit back at my side.
“Come on. Let’s get you in the chair” he lets out a small laugh again and I swing my wet locks at him, damping him slightly.
“I’m not the only one needed in the chair” I tease as we laugh together, walking down to the other end of the trailer.
I look back at Freddy, I see his smile had disappeared. In a feeble attempt to have it return I give a quick wave before sitting down to transform into my on screen character.
Although it was our last day on set and it was indeed a very bittersweet moment, I still enjoyed myself fully with the cast and crew which I now how the privilege of calling my friends. My day was spent running around with Kit, Jessie, Archie, Amita and Ben. I didn’t really see Freddy until the end of day when I was stripping out of character. Fortunately my clothes from this morning had dried so at least I didn’t need to worry about that.
I was heading out when I heard his voice again.
“Need a lift?”
I spin again, managing to keep my footing to this.
“I didn’t see you today” I questioned him, but it make out more like a statement.
He smiles and offers me an arm.
He throws my question off with one of his own.
“Are you going to the after party with anyone tonight?”
I shake my head.
“No. Are you?”
We arrive at his car and stops to open the door.
I bow slightly. “I see chivalry Isn’t dead after all.”
A giggle falls from his lips. The sound was low but somehow soft.
I step into the passenger side and fasten my seatbelt.
Freddy copies my actions.
“In regards to the after party, I erm, I wanted to ask you... to go with me?”
I watched as he cheeks flared up and tried to hide my confusion.
Why was he blushing?
I tap his knee in response.
“I’d love to go with you”
We arrive back at the hotel and walk our separate ways in order to get ready. Freddy promised to collect me when it was time.
I walk over to the wardrobe where my dress hung. It took me weeks to find it. I tentatively run my fingers down the material. If you had told me this would be my life a couple years ago, well I would have laughed.
Working on set as an actor, working my way up to producing... it all seemed impossible back then. Now I’m here, about to attend my first wrap party.
I wipe my eyes, ensuring the tears don’t fall and bring the dress down from its hanger.
It was time.
Freddy was at my door as promised, just as the clock struck 7.
I take a deep breath in and pull open the door.
My dress swings slightly as a take a step towards the man waiting.
His mouth wide open as a gasp escapes him.
I panic.
“What? Is it to much? It’s to much isn’t it? I’ll go change. Just give me a -“
I turn and attempt to go back into my suite, still rambling as Freddy catches my arm.
“You, you look incredible” he gushes.
We stand there for a moment, lost in the sea of each other’s eyes before Freddy jumps back into action and offers me his arm.
I take it and notice of his own outfit. It was smart casual, light blue suit pants and blazer with a white shirt and matching shoes.
“Hey we match, see?”
I shift slightly to show more of my outfit, before resting my head on his shoulder as we walk down to the function room 3 floors below.
The night ran smoothly. I laughed and drank with friends while celebrating everything we had achieved other the past few months.
Towards the end of the night, when I was pleasantly tried I slipped off my heals And hid them with my bag under a table. When I lift my head I saw Freddy standing over me.
“Care to dance?”
“The reason?” I smirk, stretching my petite legs.
He matches my smirk and outstretches a hand.
“Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. I suppose I don’t either.”
I roll my eyes. He caught me there.
I take his offer and we make our way to the dance floor. People break away but I didn’t mind. As far as I could see, it was just me and Freddy.
The music slowed and the beat changes to something more classical.
His hands meet my waist as he pulls me closer.
I force myself to face him, looking into his eyes again.
“Thank you” I whispered.
His sharp brows lift in confusion.
“I found my home here. With this cast, with these people ... with you”
Our noses almost touched and I could here his heartbeat underneath my palms.
He leaned in, closing the final gap between us and his lips clasped mine. He was soft, caring, gentle; yet the kiss was anything but. It was cause for fireworks.
When we finally pulled apart, I realised everyone was staring. It was quiet for a moment and then the cheering and clapping begun.
I buried my head into Freddie’s chest as shyness took over, Freddy laughed and held me tightly.
When the party ended, Freddie accompanied me back to my room. Just as I was about to shut my hotel door, Freddy place one last kiss upon my cheek and whispered into my ear.
“I found my home with you also. I hope I can continue to do so”
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kalena-henden · 3 years
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MY 2020 YEAR OF TV (AND CURRENT SHOWS)
i meant to do this a few months ago but time got away from me (as many things do these days). last year, i watched so much good television, it was hard to whittle down the list. which is one reason i added a miniseries category this year since regular shows shouldn’t have to compete with something that has a closed story.
2020 top 10 tv shows
legends of tomorrow (after a long hiatus, i got roped back into the fun gonzo adventures of these lovable, time-traveling, found family misfits and i loved every minute. also, john x zari 2.0 are my scoundrel x princess ship of dreams, keep sailing strong.) 
bridgerton (period drama with all the fun banter, gorgeous dresses and swoon worthy romances. of course, i signed up for this ride. lady danbury is queen, fight me.)
never have i ever (funny teen hijinks, inclusion, romance, relatable characters, great soundtrack—‘fire for you’ by cannons on repeat. i loved it.)
julie and the phantoms (teen musical, inclusion, 90’s nostalgia, funny, fell in love with the characters. two of the actors even wrote one of the songs. i can’t believe i love a show with ghosts but i do. please renew this for a season 2.)
lucifer (still going strong. this show continues to push boundaries and we finally got deckerstar officially together. looking forward to the final episodes.)
agents of shield (after a long hiatus, i heard the final season was great and caught up just in time to watch the series finale live. this show continued to try new things and shine.)
the great british bake off (in a crazy year, i needed this wholesome fun. every friday i couldn’t wait to watch it.)
the expanse (while i liked the character development, it was hard having the team split up most of the season. but the finale was perfect and i cried.)
free rein (did i watch teens riding horses in the u.k. just for freddy carter because i couldn’t wait to see him as kaz brekker? yes, i did. lol it was fluffy fun though with typical teen drama and romances.)
primeval (after watching andrew-lee potts in syfy’s alice miniseries, i was looking for more stuff he was in and i had heard good things about this sci-fi series with dinosaurs and portals to the past. it starts out a bit cheesy but gets better with every season.)
top 2020 miniseries
the queen’s gambit (who didn’t love beth harmon and want all her clothes and boys so you could be as cool playing chess? *grin* a lot of people judging by the chess sets flying off the shelves.)
syfy’s alice (i’ve never been a fan of alice in wonderland stories until now. andrew-lee potts’s lovable scoundrel hatter made me love this alice like he loves her.)
good omens (angel and demon’s beautiful bumbling friendship makes the world keep turning. i’m here for it.)
alias grace (this true crime period drama took me by surprise. a fascinating look at the lens society views women, the nature of tailoring your story to fit your audience and where does the truth lie.)
the english game (this real life british story about the aristocrats vs. working men showdown that led to the birth of modern professional football. that’s soccer for us americans. they also show us how this affects their towns, social circles and romances. a win for us all.)
2020 binges: lucifer**, 12 monkeys*, chef’s table, the expanse**, the mandalorian, spinning out, reign, victoria, parks and rec, legends of tomorrow**, virgin river, primeval, macgyver (2016), sweet magnolias, good omens, never have i ever, warrior nun, star trek: next generation, agents of shield**, cursed, julie and the phantoms, free rein, battlestar galactica (2004)*, alias grace, the english game, the queen’s gambit, the crown, dash and lily, bridgerton, broadchurch, the great british bake off, syfy’s alice
*rewatched | **rewatched and new content
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recently binged: zoey’s extraordinary playlist, unorthodox, wandavision, the crew
currently watching: chef’s table, chernobyl, virgin river, derry girls
currently rewatching: star trek: voyager
coming soon: shadow and bone (yas! this fantasy epic is almost here. while most people will be duking it out over the main love triangle, i’ll be over here basking in the slow burn magnificence of kanej.), queen of the south (the new season is finally coming and james is back! now i need to finally watch s4 i guess. lol) 
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five-miles-over · 4 years
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Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Cupcakes
(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)
Characters in this List: Theodore, Arthur, Joker, Doug Holt, Doc Sportello, Freddie, Charlie, Johnny Cash, Max, Merrill, Abbé, Jimmy Emmett, and of course, Emperor Commodus.
Theodore Twombly from “Her”: Red Velvet Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting
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Red is a color frequently worn by Phoenix’s character in this romantic science fiction film, and his operating system is red too. So naturally, his cupcakes would adopt his signature color. Plus, red velvet is a flavor popularly served on Valentine’s Day (not that it isn’t popular during the rest of the year), so it would be great for the loving, hopeful Theodore.
Arthur Fleck from “Joker”: Vanilla Funfetti Cupcakes
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This is basically your typical yellow cake baked with brightly colored, edible decorations (known as sprinkles, jimmies, or hundreds-and-thousands). The frosting is standard vanilla and topped with even more sprinkles - hence it earns the name funfetti. (It’s like edible confetti - fun, right?)
They would certainly entertain the inner child in Arthur. The bright colors would excite him, and they’d remind him confetti at a child’s birthday party. He’d have so much fun decorating the cupcakes, too.
Joker from “Joker”: Banana Split Cupcakes
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These cupcakes may look like yellow cake, but they are so much more. The banana flavor is a match for the one who certainly drives Gotham bananas with his chaotic plans and antics.
And just like how Joker may look like any other clown, these cupcakes are good at masquerading like an ice cream sundae. At first sight, you’d be totally thrown off.
Doug Holt from “Inventing the Abbotts”: Strawberry Shortcake Cupcakes
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Just like his character in “Inventing the Abbotts”, Doug Holt makes for a refreshing presence onscreen - he’s cute, genuine, and kind. (Just like a strawberry!) And for a film representing American in the 1950′s, what better dessert to mimic than the classic American summer treat?
Doc Sportello from “Inherent Vice”: Matcha Cupcakes with Black Sesame Topping and Mascarpone Cheese filling
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I think of all of the members on this list, Doc Sportello would be one most excited to try new flavors. The cool yet earthy green tea infusion in this cupcake would totally complement the buttery melt-in-your-mouth feel of the mascarpone cheese. And the sesame seeds would add a nice texture difference with a unique flavor. Certainly, it would appeal to the all-natural, organic preferences Doc has. 
Freddie Quell from “The Master”: Coconut Rum Cupcakes
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As someone who likes mixing concoctions to form alcoholic “cocktails”, Freddie would certainly like his cupcake to bring a little buzz. The coconut flavor would be somewhat nutty but also slightly sweet. And it might be great for Freddie, who’s been overseas during his time in the armed forces.
Charlie Sisters from “The Sisters Brothers”: Maple Bourbon-Infused Cupcakes with Maple Frosting and Bacon Bits.
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Just like Charlie himself, this cupcake is a little salty on the outside, with the bacon crumble topping, but also somewhat sweet with the maple syrup. Also, maple syrup is known to be quite sticky - just like many of the situations Charlie gets himself into. (I can imagine he wouldn’t complain with all the bourbon in this cupcake too)
Johnny Cash from “Walk the Line”: Pineapple Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting. 
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My original idea was to choose a Black Velvet cupcake with cherry filling for the Man in Black, but this pineapple cupcake pays tribute to one of his favorite dishes (as told by his son John Carter Cash) - pineapple pie. It was made with a standard dough-based pie crust and  a pineapple and cream cheese filling, hence the cream cheese frosting. Although, to add a Southern touch to this, these cupcakes could also be served with a candied pecan crumble on top.
Max California from “8 MM” : Devil’s Food Cake Cupcake with a Boozy Cherry Filling
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As Max himself says, “If you dance with the devil, the devil don't change. The devil changes you.” So to pay homage to his quote, obviously his cupcake would be the Devil’s Food cake (it’s just a really moist chocolate flavor). The filling would be made with chopped cherries immersed in sweet vermouth  (wine spiked with brandy), and the cupcake would be topped with whipped cream and chocolate chips.
Also, is it just me or would Max totally make a joke about “popping the cherry” every time he eats these?
Merrill Hess from “Signs”: Chocolate M&M Cupcakes with a Peanut Butter and Marshmallow Filling
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These cupcakes would certainly be great for Merrill - he’d appear to be a guy’s guy on the outside, but on the inside he’s not afraid to do seemingly nutty things (wearing tin-foil on his head?) and is extremely sweet with kids (hence the marshmallows). Also, the M&M’s add color to the mainly uniform cupcake, just like Merrill’s expressions add color to this film. 
Given the amount of sugar (and artificial coloring), they were probably made for either Bo’s or Morgan’s birthdays and Uncle Merrill just happened to like them more than the kids did. His favorite part is pulling these cupcakes apart and watching the gooey peanut butter and marshmallow filling spill.
Abbe de Coulmier from “Quills”: Lavender Vanilla Sponge Cupcakes with a Lemon Elderflower Frosting.
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Abbé de Coulmier is an incredibly soft and kind person - it only makes sense his cupcake would be just as fluffy as him. The infusion of lavender in the vanilla sponge would delight him, and he might have one of these with a cup of tea in the afternoon. Though, he’d certainly be mindful of his consumption, remembering perfectly well that gluttony was one of the Seven Deadly Sins. 
Most times, he’d desire for the frosting to be removed and instead ask for powdered sugar to be put instead. (The powdered sugar was a compromise after being annoyed by the chef. He was not happy when the chef kept shouting about a “naked cupcake”.) Although, perhaps on special occassions, the frosting would stay and he’d relish the light, citrus-floral flavor.
Jimmy Emmett from “To Die For”: Snickers Cupcakes
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Based off of the popular candy bar, Snickers cupakes are usually made with a chocolate cupcake, peanut butter frosting, and a rich caramel sauce with chopped candy bars as garnish. 
They’re perfect for Jimmy, who certainly liked candy bars and can usually be found snickering while he’s zoned out in his own world.
Emperor Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus from “Gladiator”
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As always, I saved the best for last, and since I couldn’t decide on simply one cupcake I came up with three different ones for our Emperor. 
(Impartiality? I don’t know her.)
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Choice 1) A Red Wine Dark Chocolate Cupcake with Raspberry Amaretto Frosting and Raspberry Drizzle (top left)
Emperor Commodus likes to go all out when throwing lavish games or hosting extravagant parties. So this cupcake is a perfect match, with the rich flavors of red wine, brandy (from the amaretto), raspberry, and dark chocolate all coming together in a decadent ensemble. 
Also, the raspberry drizzle totally looks like blood spilling in the Colosseum.
Choice 2) A Honey Cake with Whiskey Frosting and a Whiskey-Infused Honey Drizzle (top right)
Even though whiskey is definitely not a liquor I’d associate with Emperor Commodus, the cupcake certainly serves as a break from all the chocolate. (Do you think he’d even like chocolate? Comment below, please!)
The main reason this cupcake is here is because honey cakes were around during the Roman Empire. Also, the drizzle...can you imagine Emperor Commodus repeatedly spilling some of the alcohol-infused honey on his cheeks and asking his servant/concubine to lick it up for him? Or making his concubine suck the sticky honey from his fingers?
Choice 3) A Chocolate Hazelnut Fererro Rocher Cupcake (bottom)
This cupcake is mainly here because the golden wrapper totally suits the opulence of a Roman emperor. Also, in one of my previous listicles I paired Emperor Commodus with chocolate hazelnut gelato - thought I’d continue the trend. Plus, the smoothness of the hazelnut perfectly represents the silky tone of Commodus’s voice.
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serene-victory-77 · 3 years
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My Shadow and Bone Show Thoughts Cuz I’m Impressed
So I just finished watching it a few hours ago, and I think since everyone is throwing their thoughts out into the void that is tumblr, I will too! Warning, this is gonna be a long one Things That I Liked!
- Mal and Malina is incredibly redeemed! I know a lot of people, myself included, didn’t like Book Mal, but Show Mal is completely different and anything I could have ever wanted from his character. 
- Alina going “I made mistakes at the Little Palace” about the Darkling and Mal basically going “I don’t care/I’m not mad” and not holding it against her, and being so mature about it/really sweet to Alina was. Amazing.
- Malina doesn’t kiss and this is a plus for me because they’re still actually developing them!
- Baghra was amazing, and I especially loved her interactions with the Darkling. It was always one of the better parts of the triology, how complicated/nuance Baghra and the Darkling are, and I think the show did it justice!
- David and Genya. David and Genya at Alina’s presentation with Geyna looking at him, David looking away, and then when Genya looks away he looks at her? Precious. And Genya complimenting him.
- The Darkling is not nearly as much of a creep, but he’s still a villain. He has more depth, but I’m glad they’re not trying to “redeem” him.
- Side Note, favorite Darkling scene is when David lifts a finger to be called on, and the Darkling goes “You don’t have to- *sigh* Yes, David?” I don’t know why he seems to like David, but I’m here for it
- Show Zoya is still a bit of a bitch, like Book Zoya, but so much more interesting, and actually fun. She’s not “nicer” exactly, but I just liked her more.
- Idk why but I’m obsessed with the First Army scenes and the skiff scenes, they’re wonderful. 
Getting into more Crow territory here,
- Milo the Goat and everything he stands for. Milo saving Mal. Milo the emotional support goat. Who came up with that idea? I’d like to thank them.
- Jesper was incredible and absolutely stole any and all scenes he was in. The show never flunches away from it, and I loved every single moment. Any “Jesper Shooting His Guns” scene was absolutely amazing. 
- Inej’s outfits, Jesper’s red waistcoat/vest, Kaz’s black on black on black apparel, all good. 
- The Crows blended really well into the Grisha story and I’m officially impressed. I did have a hard time wrapping my head around Kaz and the Darkling being in the same frame, but still, I’m overall very happy with it
- Inej throwing a knife and stabbing the Darkling. Amazing. Also Inej lowkey fangirling over Alina, super cute!!
- Whatever communication Inej and Zoya were having on that skiff, I’m here for it. 
- Nina! I was nervous because Danielle Galligan wasn’t what I imagined for Nina, but she really got her spunk and attitude! She’s a bit more mature in how she reads...uh watches...? But still amazing, and I think she might have the most direct book quotes? 
- Matthias being a blushing maiden here and there :)
Things I Didn’t Like/Was Confused By!
- I still don’t get why Jesper has such little issue going to Ravka/the literal Little Palace
- Kaz has his moments but seems really far out of his depth. I mean he kinda is, it makes sense, but I love in-control, always-a-step-ahead Kaz, and I missed that. But we’ll probably get it in the next seasons
- Kaz isn’t nearly as good a brawler as in the books, I’m hoping there’s more of that later
- Why did the Darkling reveal his name so Alina so quickly? It was a bit boring and lackluster while in the books it’s a bigger deal, and I kinda missed that. It’s not really a problem, but just a bit of an odd choice
- I would still have infinitely preferred a super-true-to-the-books-Six-of-Crows-adaption over the mashup, but this is still good
- I’m genuinely not sure if non-book-readers can tell Kanej is even a thing? I’ve heard people say Kaz is too open in the show (Where?? Tell me, I don’t see it. You mean how in the last episode he kinda maybe sorta admits Inej had a point? 8 hours in? Is that it? That’s not being open or soft, he’s a prick the entire time, Freddy Carter just has an oddly soft/kind face even as Kaz), but I think they might’ve gone, oddly enough, a bit too light. Why are they close? If you don’t know the books, you don’t know what Kaz means about Inej watching over him, past killing the Inferni in the church. 
- Overall though, that’s mostly it! I don’t actively dislike many things, which is very, very impressive Favorite Scenes!
- Jesper shooting the Volcra while holding Milo the Goat
- Kaz stabbing the Volcra with the crow head trying to protect Inej
- Jesper watching Alina climb into a carriage trunk and just going “???” “Okay then!”
- Genya complimenting David
- Mal and Alina holding hands at any point  Concerns?
- I have no idea who they’re gonna cast as Wylan. I know people are a bit worked up about Nikolai, but finding a charming blond guy isn’t hard. How are they going to find a sweet/fluffy looking curly headed boy that doesn’t look creepily young in comparison to the others? I want him to fit in visually while still being the Wylan we know and love, and I’m a bit worried
- I have no idea what the Crows are gonna do once they’re back in Ketterdam
Other Thoughts: I think my favorite thing was that readers really had an edge. The adaptation jumps right into the world with very little exposition, and things are explained in the moment. I know adaptations should stand alone from the books, and it kinda does, but the fact that the readers don’t feel forgotten and that we do know what the Grisha are and their colors, the countries from the get go, we know why Kaz has gloves and a cane even if it isn’t explained in the show, we know what the Menagerie is and Inej’s situation, we know why Jesper is such an amazing shot, we get insight and I like that. 
I think people who haven’t read the books might need to look stuff up or ask a friend who does know what’s going on, and they can catch on after that easily enough, but the fact that it feels as if the readers are in on a joke/secret, especially catching book lines and stuff like that, was really neat. Not in a gatekeeping way (I kinda look forward to having my friends go ??? over some parts tbh), but just kinda knowing we’re enjoying an extra level to the entire story, and it’s still a really good show even if you haven’t read the books.
So yeah, go and watch it!! Idk if anyone will, but send an ask if you have any thoughts you’d like to share too!
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jahayla-parker · 1 month
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Reparations : Freddy Carter x Reader
Description: Part 3/ Fluffy make-up conclusion to Catastrophic Blues. Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, etc.
Warnings: I advise you re-read (or read) parts 1 and 2/Catastrophic Blues and Hits Different first! Other warnings: reference to warnings of other parts including drinking, Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, vomiting, crying, etc.
Catastrophic Blues Hit(s) Different : Freddy Carter x Reader Mini-Series Masterlist
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Freddy’s breath caught in his chest as his tired eyes landed on her. He’d been walking around to clear his mind and was just returning to the apartment complex when the sight of y/h/c y/h/t caught his attention. He willed his now shaky legs to take him to her. His steps were nearly robotic, but he was still getting closer. Perhaps if he showed y/n he was willing to talk, they could work it out. Or at least he’d be able to know if she had moved on by now. That way he’d know if his longing was as one sided and futile as it seemed.
Freddy hesitated in his approach. Maybe it was best not to be the one to initiate the conversation. After all, y/n had asked for space. Approaching her now would not be a way of giving her space.
Freddy was about to turn around and walk away when he caught sight of something peculiar. He squinted and unconsciously took a few more steps towards y/n. She had emptied her garbage into the dumpster, but only tissues seemed to come out of it. Had she been crying? Thanks to his unconscious approach, he was able to see the trail of dried tear streaks on her cheeks from here. She had been crying. In fact, now that Freddy’s focus shifted off of if he should approach her and onto whether or not she was okay, he noticed several other details he hadn’t before. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun but was clearly tangled. Her lips were present in a frown. Her eyes were bloodshot. And the shirt she had on… He recognized that shirt. It was his shirt.
Freddy wasn’t even aware he’d made his way over to y/n until he heard himself speaking. “Is that my shirt?” He asked quietly, his eyes scanning her. What was she doing in his shirt? And why did it seem like she’d been crying? Were the two related?
Y/n gasped and spun quickly, her hip smacking the side of the dumpster as she unexpectedly came face-to-face with Freddy. “Oh,” She mumbled. She frantically fumbled around as she tried to clean her face and fix herself somewhat. She hadn’t expected to run into anyone while emptying her trash, much less him. Realizing her attempts were unsuccessful, she bit her bottom lip and stared at her slipper-cladded feet. “Let me go ch-… umm, sorry. Yes, sorry, it is. I’ll go change and set it by the door,” she offered, voice shaking in embarrassment. “Or, uhh, I can wash it for you first if you-“.
Freddy shook his head, brows burrowed. “That’s not why I was asking,” he admitted. He sucked in a painful breath when her eyes looked up and met his. Normally her eyes brought him such comfort and warmth. But the shimmer of unshed tears that were currently present in them broke his heart even further; which he didn’t think was possible.
“W-what?” Y/n squeaked in confusion.
“I don’t want it back,” Freddy explained, shaking his head lightly.
Y/n pursed her lips to keep them from trembling. “Oh, you don’t?” She nodded slowly. “Then… why-?”
“I…,” Freddy mumbled. He nervously licked his bottom lip. “I… I’ve dreamt of this,” he admitted breathily.
Y/n’s eyes widened and she took a tiny step back in surprise. “Y-you’ve dreamt of this?” She asked.
Freddy nodded. “Of seeing you again, yes,” he explained slowly. “Of talking to you, seeing some semblance of us,” he added, waving at his shirt she had on, “yes, I’ve dreamt of this”.
Y/n tried to steady her breathing. She couldn’t believe Freddy was here, talking to her. Much less that he had wanted this. Dreamt of it. Her mind was racing so much she couldn’t respond.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” Freddy sighed. “Can I ask you just one question?”
When y/n nodded in acceptance, Freddy took a deep breath. “Why are.. Why did you choose to wear it?” He asked.
Y/n glanced down at Freddy’s shirt. “I.. actually, because I miss you,” she admitted quietly. His silence made her heart beat rapidly in her chest and made her queasy. She quickly spun on her heels to leave.
“Don’t you dare walk away,” Freddy rushed out. He shook his head, eyes pleading. “Not after saying what I have wanted to hear ever since that night,” he murmured.
“You… what?” Y/n paused as she faced him.
Freddy frowned. “Did you think I’d forget about us and just move on?”
Y/n broke eye contact and stared at the dingy dumpster. “I mean… you never came back,” she pointed out.
“I thought you wanted space,” Freddy defended.
“I didn’t mean to say that,” y/n pouted.
Freddy sighed. She had meant it, he knew that much. She didn’t need to lie to him about how she was feeling. “Y/n,” he frowned.
“Okay,” y/n mumbled shyly. “Okay, well I did… but I was wrong,” she argued.
“Y/n, I’m not going to force something upon -,” Freddy began.
“You’re not,” y/n rushed out, shaking her head rapidly.
Freddy looked away, unable to calm himself down while looking into y/n’s far too familiar eyes. “I can’t do this. No more beating around the bush…” He prompted, closing his eyes. “Do you not love me anymore?”
Y/n choked on a deep breath. “Of course I do,” she replied.
“Then we can talk this out, we-“ Freddy began to beg.
“F-Freddy, do you?” Y/n asked, cutting him off frantically.
“What?” Freddy questioned.
Y/n timidly met Freddy’s gaze. “Do… do you think you can love me again?” She wondered.
A small smile formed on Freddy’s lips. “Again would imply that I stopped.” Seeing y/n’s silent uncertainty, he hummed. “I never did. I just wanted us to work through this,” he stated.
“Not going to say anything?” Freddy inquired as y/n stood there silently.
“No,” y/n creaked.
Freddy’s brows furrowed. “Why not?”
“Last time I was this scared, I pushed you away and it ended,” y/n rushed out, looking away from Freddy.
“W-what?” Freddy mumbled, tilting his head to try and see y/n’s eyes.
“But, I also can’t risk agreeing only to have you leave again,” y/n rambled anxiously.
“Y/n,” Freddy cooed, “stop, go back”. He sighed softly. “What do you mean you pushed me away because you were scared …?”
“I …,” y/n cried. “Freddy,” she whispered, voice breaking.
“Can I…?” Freddy asked vaguely as he held his arms out in the shape of a hug.
“Yes,” y/n nodded. “P-please,” she whimpered, stepping closer to Freddy.
Freddy immediately closed the distance between then and took y/n into his embrace. Bloody hell, how long had he been waiting for this moment? He smiled lightly to himself when he heard her drop her garbage can to the ground as she gently rested her head on his chest.
“You were scared?” Freddy whispered in y/n’s ear. He frowned in concern when she nodded against his sternum. “About what? About living with me?” He inquired. When she simply nodded again in response, he carefully leaned back so he could look into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, we don’t have to-,” Freddy began to offer.
“No, I-,” y/n gushed. She shook her head and bit into her bottom lip. “Freddy,” she sighed, “it wasn’t that I didn’t want to… it’s just.. I was… s-s…”
“Scared?” Freddy finished for y/n. As she nodded and continued to stare at her feet, he used his thumb to tenderly tilt her chin up so he could see her eyes. “Of me?” He investigated worriedly.
“No…,” y/n trailed off, her head lightly shaking side to side.
“Then…?” Freddy pressed.
“Of me..,” y/n confessed quietly. She fiddled anxiously with her fingers.
Freddy stood silently for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “W-what?”
“I was sc-scared that if we lived together, I’d become too much,” y/n admitted with a sigh. “That you’d see something that would scare you away. That things would become too real and you’d leave, or-,” she began to ramble.
“Y/n,” Freddy hummed, tenderly taking hold of her hands to stop her fidgeting. “Nothing you could do, say, or show me, could’ve ever made me leave,” he attested.
Y/n nodded hesitantly. “That…That night..,” she mumbled.
Freddy sighed in regret. “I only left because I thought you wanted me to go. That’s the only circumstance in which I’d leave, is if that’s what you wanted,” he defended softly.
Y/n nodded. “I didn’t handle it well,” she acknowledged. “I did need… I needed a moment, but not… not this long,” she told Freddy.
Freddy nodded sympathetically. He hummed and delicately pulled y/n back to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“No, I’m s-,” y/n protested.
“Mmm, we could go back and forth for hours,” Freddy hummed. “How about instead, I grab us some y/f/d from the cafe down the street, and we can talk this over more on where we want to go from here?” He suggested nervously.
“I’d love that,” y/n admitted as she smiled softly.
“So would I,” Freddy grinned. He pressed a featherlight kiss to the top of her head. “It’s a date,” he beamed.
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The Masked Singer Season 4 Episode 2: Group B kicking it off... with a twist!! Guesses and Commentary
Hello my fellow Masked Singer guys and gals! It's that time of the week again (albeit I am a bit late, but let's go with it), time for Ana's Masked Singer recap woohoo! *insert fanfare here* This episode was such an insane one not gonna lie, Group B came in with a bang like wow... let's just get into it because it's a crazy episode in it of itself.
Firstly, I gotta point out the contestants of Group B, which this time were 6 unlike A and C which only have 5 contestants total.. and those 6 are (order from left to right, top row first then bottom row in the image below) Crocedile, Gremlin (the purple fluffy guy), Seahorse, Whatchamacallit (the blue and red hair cousin It thing), Baby Alien, and Serpent.
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Alrighty so this elimination is gonna be a bit different than usual because it isn't the norm of what usually happens with these sorts of things (I'll tell you what I mean in a sec)...
So the first contestant unmasked for Group B actually wasn't eliminated (I know what you are thinking... "whaaatttt Anaaaaa that makes no sense")... but actually he unmasked himself (whatttt?! yeah you read that right, he legit was hot and suffocating and he seemed super over it and just took it off by himself... yup, that happened like what mind blown!
Anyways the mask who did this was...
*DRUMROLL PLEASE*
THE GREMLIN
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Performance: He sang Stand by Me by Ben E. King and honestly it was meh, it was really breathy as if he forgot some of the words, I don’t know if he was overcome with emotion (because he dedicated it to his friend who passed away) or what, I felt kind of bad but I low key feel like he was going to go home regardless, but on the bright side I love the costume and it was a great song choice for his range. He has a very raspy voice... like almost like a smoker’s voice and I can kind of tell that he’s an older man, but I couldn’t recognize the singer. 
So the Gremlin ended up being revealed to be.... 
*DRUMROLL PLEASE*
MICKEY ROURKE 
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Ugh this upsets me because I don’t know who he is so I really couldn’t guess him correctly. I searched it up and apparently he’s an actor and director and was in Iron Man 2, which I’ve never seen like ever. But yeah, he did good, he looked kinda drunk not gonna lie and I guess he was suffocated and got over it. 
Alright now that that’s out of the way, let’s get to my favorite part, the remaining 5 contestants: 
1. THE SEAHORSE
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Performance: I really love Seahorse, she’s one of my favorites of the night and so far in the season in general. Her performance of Rihanna’s Only Girl in the World was amazing and I definitely knew who that voice is...
My guess and I am so sure about this guys is singer, songwriter, American Idol alum... 
TORI KELLY 
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Dude like that voice is so recognizable... but also because of the clues: 
Emotion Ocean= she’s super emotional when it comes to songwriting, like she legit said in an interview that she cries a lot
Tea Party= she hosted tea parties with her fans in 2019 (well before all this ofc) 
Rainbow Frog= sang Rainbow Connection with Kermit the Frog 
Judges’ Guesses: 
Jenny: Halsey (say what now? This doesn’t sound like her... is Jenny ok? This episode she’s been messing up with guesses more than Ken... you’ll see what I mean) 
Nicole: Hailee Steinfeld (meh, that’s ok I guess, but not quite) 
Robin: Bebe Rexha (he was onto something when he said country but then he said this, but this is the closest guess of the 3)  
2. THE SERPENT 
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Performance: This one is my other favorite of this group. His performance of “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers was absolutely stunning, I got chills! If it is who I think it is, I love him (partially because I think I know who it can be) 
I think the Serpent can be actor of the iconic Broadway sensation Hamilton aka Aaron Burr, Sir:
LESLIE ODOM JR. 
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Dude like I feel pretty good about this guess because of the voice and the clues:
Map of the Caribbean= reference to the beginning of Hamilton where Alexander Hamilton is from
Jr. References= he’s a jr. 
Between medicine & music= he played a doctor on Murder on the Orient Express in 2017
Number 31118 (this was from the Sunday before the premiere but still worth noting)= 3 albums, 11 stage productions, 18 years on Broadway OR bible verse Romans 3:11-18 which was written by Paul, a character he played on Rent
Judges’ Guesses:
Jenny: John Legend (See what I’m saying? Jenny, what are you doing man? That is not John Legend, like they don’t sound alike at all) 
Ken: Daveed Diggs (Wow! Ken got it kinda close, I’m proud, that’s an achievement for him we gotta give it to him) 
Nicole: Leslie Odom Jr. (WOOOO!! Yesss Nicole!!) 👏🏼
3. THE CROCODILE 
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Performance: I also really liked Crocodile and his performance of It’s My Life by Bon Jovi was great! I feel like I know who this is, and I am pretty familiar (well, more or less) with 90s and early 2000s boybands and this one is someone in that realm I am so sure of it... 
Ok so being more specific, I think it’s boybander from The Backstreet Boys: 
NICK CARTER 
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The voice and the clues were a dead giveaway:
The Vegas vibes in the clue package= he performed in Vegas with Backstreet Boys 
Water clues (the water slide and happiest in water)= he was born in Orlando, FL home of the theme parks and FL is also some of the Gators so it would makes sense with the costume
Grew up in Hollywood= moved there when really young
Judges’ Guesses:
Ken: John Hamm (and he’s back, that was a terrible guess)
Nicole: Nick Lachey (so close, but not quite)
Robin: Donnie Wahlberg (um, Jenny agreed, how does she not know that this ain’t your husband?!) 
4. THE WHATCHAMACALLIT
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Performance:  His performance of “I Wish” by Skee-Lo was good, not my favorite, but I didn’t hate it. I am kind of feeling that it’s an athlete due to the height and also how he speaks. 
So this guess is an idea I got from the Internet (subject to change because I have no clue about sports players): 
Rashad Jennings?
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The only thing I got from the clues was:
Dancing with Stars= he won DWTS 
Clues IDK
Orange Jelly= ?
The clock with the Bear Mask on the 5= ? 
Swinging Keys= ?
Judges’ Guesses:
Nicole= Swiss Beats (meh idk) 
Ken: Damon Lillard (I like this guess, tbh.. I kinda agree with it being a sports player)
Robin: Tyler the Creator (that would be cool but I don’t think so) 
5. THE BABY ALIEN
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Performance: His performance of Faith by George Micheals was good too, better than I expected for the costume ngl. I had pretty low expectations but I am pleasantly surprised. He isn’t my favorite by any means and I am also a bit stumped by him especially because of that fake Russian accent, but I am in between 2 people at the moment....
The 2 people I am in between are either Ventriloquist Jeff Dunham or actor 
JASON SEGEL 
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It kinda sounds like him and the clues are a bit confusing but there’s one I understand too:
Tony Awards Reference= he’s been on Broadway 
The mask’s a puppet and Segel is a big fan of puppets (He was also in the Muppets movie) 
CLUES IDK 
Space clues= ?
Friends Reference (2nd Gear)= ?
Ferris Beuller references= ?
Judges’ Guesses:
Jenny: Ralph Macchio (meh I guess that’s good) 
Nicole: David Schwimmer (not bad, but idk it doesn’t really sound like it)
Ken: Freddie Prinze Jr. (ya, no) 
Alright so that’s it! I am so sorry for it being late, but better late than never... I’ve been pretty busy so hopefully this weekend I will have tonight’s episode recap up... THANK YOU FOR READING AND I WILL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE *blows kiss* byeeee! 
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pucking rare masterlist 2019
below the cut are all the fics added to the pucking rare collection 2019, sorted by team/relationship. thanks everyone who wrote, beta’d, left prompts and in any way contributed to this year’s collection!
fyi: fics are sorted by who was on what team prior to 1 july because trying to keep track of who is on what team is beyond our capabilities right now.
BOSTON BRUINS
Anders Bjork/Matt Grzelcyk/Charlie McAvoy; Anders Bjork/Charlie McAvoy
something worth holding onto by cjmasim 
Anders turns over to face away from Charlie. It really doesn't matter how Charlie would react to him being aromantic. He's not going to come out to him just based on a random thought. There's no evidence whatsoever that Charlie likes him like that. If he did, he'd at least try to sleep in the same bed, Anders is sure.
It was a good hookup, and Charlie wants to do it again. Anders wants to do it again. So they'll do it again, and that's all they'll do. If it gets out of hand, well, he can deal with that when it happens.
Marcus Johansson & Brad Marchand
A 1000 Ways by onlypartly (foreverkneeld) 
Marcus Johansson finally gets an apology from Brad Marchand. Sort of.
BUFFALO SABRES
Rasmus Dahlin/Casey Mittelstadt; Rasmus Dahlin/Victor Olofsson
bloom by eichart
Ras doesn’t mean to keep buying plants for each and every one of his teammates, but he does, creating little explosions of green and orange and purple around the apartment. It’s his nature to look after them, to know when something’s wrong, so he will.
This team: he loves them.
This city: it’s special.
Jake McCabe/Rasmus Ristolainen
emptiness to melody by rawrimmapanda 
Jake knew that the random sore spots were something. He just didn't know what from exactly. After a trip to the doctor he sets off on a mission to find out who is soulmate is.
Bits of You on Me by eafay70 
Three times Jake's soulmate left him injured, and one time Jake was the one to blame.
CALGARY FLAMES
Johnny Gaudreau/Matthew Tkachuk
sealed with a kiss by iknewhim
“You want me,” Chucky drawls, “To kiss you for hockey.”
Elias Lindholm/David Rittich
We’ve Come Too Far, To Give Up Who We Are by Aer
David’s life has taken more than a few twists and turns over the years, but he’s always been able to see them coming, to some extent.
He never would have seen Elias coming in a million years.
COLORADO AVALANCHE
Tyson Barrie/Tyson Jost
soft shines through by somehowunbroken 
Defensemen have to marry forwards. It's a rule, and Tyson's been putting it off for longer than he should've, and now he needs to marry someone before the season starts or he won't be able to play.
Enter Tyson Jost.
J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost/Alexander Kerfoot; J. T. Compher/Tyson Jost
no regrets, just love by ancientdeceiver
The kiss, in the end, is just one friend helping out another friend.
Tyson Jost/Colin Wilson
bring your good times and your laughter too by somehowunbroken 
Sure, the stuffed pink rabbit and balloons had been funny, but it's Tyson's birthday. Colin's maybe in the mood to give him whatever he asks for.
DALLAS STARS
Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz
round one, round two by ghosthunter
“Are you nervous?” Miro asks, reaching out and tugging Roope’s thumb from between his lips.
“Are you not?” Roope asks him, his voice quiet. Miro grins at him.
(maybe it's the finnish summer) got me seeing stars when I'm with you by up_and_away 
After they get eliminated, Miro can't bring himself to go home and face his parents' sympathy. He goes home with Roope instead, and finds a way to exhale.
keep it subliminal by carissima
Miro smothers a yawn and opens his door. Roope’s standing there with two coffees and an expression that matches his own mood.
when it hits you by carissima 
And that’s the precise moment he realizes that he may, in fact, have a Miro-sized problem.
MINNESOTA WILD
Mikko Koivu/Zach Parise
You Know My Words (Look Up the Name) by sleeperservice
Zach's soulmark shows up during his rookie season after a game against the Wild. Nobody told him it would take years to find out who else had one show up that night.
NEW JERSEY DEVILS
Taylor Hall/Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes
I won't hesitate for you by theshipstorulethemallwrites 
To be 29 years old, made the playoffs once and be a virgin was not in plans for Taylor Hall. Neither was falling for his, much, younger teammates. Yes, there's a plural in that last word, stop judging.
NEW YORK ISLANDERS
Mikhail Grabovski/Nikolay Kulemin
Windows by blueorangecrush
Kolya's grandmother used to say that dreams were windows into other worlds.
Anders Lee/Devon Toews
I’m on your clock, you’re in control by Mooresomore 
"Breaking up is hard to do...especially when you're not out to the team and you can't let anyone know about it (or that it's over). It really sucks too when you still want the person, but they want nothing to do with you." Mat had never thought those words would apply to him, but here he was.
NEW YORK RANGERS
Brady Skjei/Jimmy Vesey
we’re never gonna win the world by skjei 
Jimmy doesn’t want to die.
(or, jimmy vesey signs with the new york rangers and his live changes more than it ever has).
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS
Carter Hart/Nolan Patrick/Travis Konecny
Hens and Chicks by Hock_hug 
Travis Konecny can’t make coffee
Carter Hart/Claude Giroux/Danny Briere
Shining bright to see what you could truly be by Mooresomore
Just a fluffy look into the life of Carter, Claude, Danny, and their family.
Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick
dumbasses in love by andersens
“So, I talked to Lawson, and it turns out he does think we’re dating.”
“I told you,” Nolan says.
“Yeah and see the thing is, I was gonna tell him he’s wrong. But then he started going on and on about how proud of me he is and how happy. And he was looking at me with his stupid Lawson face with his stupid Lawson smile and I just...I couldn’t tell him he was wrong.”
say that you're into me, let me know how it'll be (if you don't know, just say so) by haruspexes 
Really, the wedding is the thing that sets it all off. Someone self-aware might say it started way before the wedding but Travis has always been a little suspicious about that whole know-thyself thing. So, it starts on an otherwise unremarkable Tuesday afternoon.
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“Anyways, you know I’m the best wedding date you could get on such short notice,” Travis fires off. It’s a pretty weak chirp, but the chance to say something is just too good to pass up.
“Yeah.” Nolan nods where Travis was half expecting him to argue.
take down some summer time by manybumblebees
Summer is lake days and fishing and coolers full of beer, the boat kicking up spray in its wake, and Nolan coming to stand next to him on the deck in his too-short shorts, holding his forearm next to TK’s and complaining about his Irish skin, which burns and freckles but never tans.
Or: summer makes TK stupid.
trouble's gonna follow (where i go) by carissima 
The first thing Travis learns about Nolan is that he can’t tie a fucking tie.
Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick; Carter Hart/Nolan Patrick; Carter Hart/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick; Lawson Crouse/Travis Konecny; Nico Hischier/Nolan Patrick
kiss me & take off your clothes by ghosthunter
“You’re so sexy in the morning, God,” TK says.
“I’m sexy all the time,” Nolan says. “That’s why I make the big bucks.”
SAN JOSE SHARKS
Tomas Hertl/Tommy Wingels
blame it, blame it by frausorge
Olive juice? That sounds disgusting.
TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING
Anthony Cirelli/Mikhail Sergachev
Once Smitten by verbaeghe 
It isn’t that Tony’s expecting Misha to already be in their dorm room when he arrives per se, it’s just. Well, it’s junior year, classes start tomorrow, and Misha still hasn’t managed an on-time arrival yet. At least he’s consistent.
A Tale of Courtship by Sugarchev, verbaeghe
“Marriage,” King Anton repeats to a slack-jawed Tony. “The council agrees, it’s time we secure our alliances.”
The King’s cabinet falls silent. Stamkos purses his lips, while Victor pretends to notice something out the window. Cally and McDonagh glue their eyes to the tactical map sprawled across the table and Misha…he should sit down before his legs give out.
Anthony Cirelli/Mikhail Sergachev; Braydon Coburn/Slater Koekkoek
How to Train Your Partner 101 by darkone 
Tony’s previous partner retired a month ago and he’s been anxiously awaiting a new one. He’s tired of going on missions with other well established teams because it makes him feel like a third wheel.
Braydon Coburn/Slater Koekkoek
Yours by Lecavayay
He takes Slater’s wrist, holds it to his lips like the name there is his and not some other Braydon waiting for the man in his bed to find him.
Tyler Johnson/Ondrej Palat
The Playboy of Central New York by blueorangecrush 
Tyler just wanted to be a semi-anonymous graduate student, not the funder of a biotech startup with his old money inheritance.
He thought he'd meet a girl who didn't know or care about his money. He was wrong about the "girl" part.
Cedric Paquette/Louis Domingue; Alex Killorn/Andrej Sustr; Jake Dotchin/Yanni Gourde
I Could Stay Here Forever by TylerAndAlexAndCeddyOhMy 
Ceddy and Louis were fall in love while studying abroad
“We should go to Italy!” Yanni yelled. 
“You just want to sleep with Italian guys,” Louis groaned. “We should go to France. The museums! Imagine all the history!” 
“Yeah! Because there is ZERO fucking history in ITALY, you huge fucking moron,” Yanni yelled at Louis. 
“You aren’t even interested in history! You’re interested in dick!” Louis countered. 
“Yes,” Yanni screamed stomping toward his room. “Big Italian dick!” With that he slammed his door.
TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS
Frederik Andersen/Auston Matthews/Morgan Rielly
Filled Up by eyeslikeonyx
When Auston pictured going on vacation with Freddie and Mo during the bye week, he was expecting to have fun in their hotel room, obviously. He knows Mitch is most likely getting railed on his own trip with Marty and Cees if the suggestive snaps from the night before are any indicator. Auston has been waiting for this trip for a while now, and he’s excited to finally relax and get some much needed sun. He doesn’t want to just have sex the entire time he’s on vacation.
He should have known his body would betray him the moment he, Mo, and Freddie actually made it to their resort suite.
Kyle Dubas/William Nylander
The Lace in Your Dress by elenajames 
There’s a garment box on their bed when Willy gets home.
You’re my golden hour by mozartspiano 
Kyle's condo is terrible. William helps him find a house.
This One’s For You by theshipstorulethemallwrites 
Since his father’s death in a classified military accident, William Nylander has always had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he could be more. And then he gets in trouble in a way that he can’t get out of.
Enter Kingsman
Enter Kyle Dubas
I Hope You Lie by dizzzylu 
"You think that we don't notice?" William asks. "How you take care of us, how you take the blame for us. We notice, Kyle. I notice."
Nazem Kadri/Mitch Marner; Nazem Kadri/Mitch Marner/John Tavares
Knights by eden22 
London Knights are always proprietary with each other.
Mitch Marner/John Tavares
A Monster Under the Bed by eyeslikeonyx 
On the morning of November 9, 1973, Good Hope Sheriff John Tavares is the third man to pull up to the banks of Lake Perry where a body has been found. Principal Patrick Marleau of Good Hope High School was the first, and Deputy Sheriff Morgan Reilly was the second.
Mitch Marner/William Nylander
You Brought Out The Best In Me by Bluejay141519 
Mitch is the sun and Willy's been in the shadows since the day Mitch was drafted. That doesn't mean he loves Mitch any less.
William Nylander/Andreas Johnsson
facts of life (it’s i and love and you) by florabee 
some things change and some things don't. the most set-in-stone fact in andreas's life is this: he loves willy and willy loves him
VANCOUVER CANUCKS
Brock Boeser/Elias Pettersson
boy with love by lilcrickee 
“Oh no,” Brock murmurs, the reality of the situation sinking in. It’s 11 o’clock in the middle of the offseason and he’s holding a baby. The baby is his. Brock is 22 and has a baby and the mother has run off to work on a cruise ship.
Elias Pettersson/Jacob Markstrom
Waiting Tied and Bound by Sister_Grimm 
Jacob knows exactly how to take Elias apart every time
WINNIPEG JETS
Nikolaj Ehlers/Patrik Laine
make my heart sparkle like champagne by softEldritch (assbutts) 
Hey, Niky,” he says slowly, enunciating it carefully so he doesn’t somehow mess up the words, “what if we do get married this summer?”
Turns out there’s a lot more to a wedding than just showing up, saying a few words and putting on some rings.
Adam Lowry/Brandon Tanev
while all his body trembled by onlypartly (foreverkneeld) 
(407): It's very finicky. Like baking. or BDSM.
mixer attachments by snailmailed
“It’s a KitchenAid. You have the same one. Are you feeling okay?” He added when Brandon continued to stare at his brand new mixer.
Brandon blinked. “Yeah dude, I know what it is.”
“Okay well it didn’t seem like -”
“I know what it is! Obviously.” Brandon huffed.
(Adam buys his own KitchenAid, Brandon doesn't take it well.)
FORMER/INTERNATIONAL TEAMMATES
Nazem Kadri/James Van Riemsdyk
hit me with that by landofpromise 
Nazem isn’t sure what to think when James’ name appears on his screen.
Mathew Barzal/Thomas Chabot
careless with my heart again by aimerai 
Mat looks at Chabby, actually looks at him, and wants to kiss him. This is not a new thought, nor is it particularly damning. Mat wants to make him fall apart, and that’s fine, too. But wanting to smooth out the faint wrinkle of his brow and uncoil the tension from his shoulders is a line he can’t cross. Wanting Chabby to go back to the person he was when he was asleep, carefree, is not something he is allowed. Staying the night was a detour; staying in bed was a mistake, and yet, Mat can’t bring himself to regret it. Some things are an inevitability; this may not be one of them, but Mat thinks he’d have chosen to land here anyway. Even if it’s going to hurt, even as he’s trying to pull himself out of one of the biggest hurts he’s ever had.
Anthony Cirelli/Taylor Raddysh
It Started Out With a Kiss (Or: How It Ended Up Like This) by love_stella 
“Who was that?” Misha asks, cutting him off.
“It was no one, don’t worry about it,” Tony tries to say, knowing damn well it’s going to be impossible to get them to stop now that they’ve started.
“No no no, that wasn’t no one,” Misha says, “You don’t just walk up and kiss no one.”
Anthony Cirelli/Taylor Raddysh/Mitchell Stephens
Magnolia by love_stella 
What catches his eye is a hint of blue floating around the water, but before he can reach his hand in to check he’s hit with another coughing fit, only this time he’s able to catch most of the petals in his palms so he can inspect them to make sure his eyes aren’t tricking him. Surely enough, Taylor didn’t even cough up any of Tony’s flower this time, the petals he’s holding are shorter and a pale blue that Taylor might find beautiful if they didn’t just come out of his lungs.
Eric Comrie/Chase De Leo
Trying To Get That Feeling Again by Mooresomore 
Chase and Eric had been together and things were perfect. What happened when Chase got traded to the Ducks changed all that. Can they find what was missing?
Dante Fabbro/Tyson Jost
all these songs of love by somehowunbroken 
Dante's an aspiring musician, so he'll take whatever help he can get, including a boy in 
his dreams who helps him write his music. Everything's going fine until he looks up during a show and sees that boy in the crowd.
Alexandre Fortin/Jeremy Lauzon/Philippe Myers
this doesn’t look that much different from home by aimerai 
Alex is born somewhere between a hope and a dream, made more of magic than of DNA. He’s not quite a changeling child, but the first time he watches Pinocchio, he cries and cries and can’t stop, until he feels like he’s going to throw up with each hitching breath. It feels too similar, and he’s always known what he is.
Or, the moments that make a homecoming.
Marcus Johansson/Evgeny Kuznetsov
putting broken pieces back in place by ghosthunter 
“Evgeny Evgenyvich,” the stranger says.
“Huh?” Zhenya asks, confused. He stops to look up into the black space where a face should be.
“What would you give,” the stranger asks.
“For what?” Zhenya asks. He considers continuing walking, but he can’t. He considers running, but he can’t do that either. He thinks these things, but his body won’t do them.
“For what you want,” the stranger says to him.
Auston Matthews/Patrick Kane
Half in the shadows, half burned in flames by Caivallon 
Between night and day. In this strange endless twilight between yesterday and tomorrow when everything is possible.
They have played a game. A tempting and thrilling game.
Nathan MacKinnon/Mitch Marner
Pine your way to China by Aderam
In which our hero is surprisingly good at talking about it, but not to the right person.
AKA hockey boys are dumb, but we like them anyway.
William Nylander/David Pastrnak
Love and Marriage by blindbatalex 
“Yeah I got married and didn’t tell any of you,” David deadpans before it’s too late, finally able to form words, and there is a moment when it goes so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
WOMEN’S HOCKEY
Taylor Crosby/Amanda Kessel
run it, run it (like a girl) by ghosthunter 
Hockey analysts will make a rivalry out of anything. And if it’s not the analysts, then it’s the media. All they really had in common was they went to the same school and play the same sport.
OTHERS
Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome
ain't nothing like them summer nights by liroa15 
Connor's got one boyfriend for home and one boyfriend for away, and somehow they're all making it work. Together. Away from it all.
Alexander Ovechkin/Tyler Seguin; Nicklas Backstrom/Tyler Seguin
Icebreaker by myrthrilmercury
Throughout the league, Alexander Ovechkin is known as "Icebreaker" for his prowess at training the brattiest and most stubborn subs. His latest assignment is to transform the rude, rebellious Tyler Seguin into an obedient submissive willing to do anything commanded.
Sidney Crosby/Travis Konecny; Sidney Crosby & Marc-Andre Fleury
Forever in a Minute by elenajames
Sid lets the league send an alpha match for his heat, and he's not prepared for who they pick.
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immortal-imagines · 5 years
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Easily Distracted - Part 1
Summary: (Y/N) has a huge crush on her classmate, Roger Taylor. As a ploy to get closer to him, (Y/N) asks Roger to teach her how to play the drums, despite the fact she has no interest in playing whatsoever.
Part 2
(70s Roger Taylor x Reader)
Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff
Word Count: 1,442
Requested by: Anon
A/N: I’m such a giant Queen fan and I love these requests, so keep sending them in! This is an AU where all the members of Queen go to the same college, but Queen isn’t a band. They’re all just friends. I’ve decided to make this a two parter, seeing as the first part got a little long! I also know nothing about drums, so if I get some of the terms wrong then I apologise!
(Y/N) sat at her usual desk, her chin propped up on her hand, trying to ignore the boy she was ridiculously in love with who sat in front of her. English class became increasingly difficult when she was permanently distracted.
Roger Taylor was smart and funny and cute and (Y/N) was desperate for him to notice her. She’d been crushing on him since the first day of college, but had never plucked up the courage to say more than, ‘Hi’. However, she’d been formulating a plan. Roger was effortlessly good at the drums. He was always tapping his foot in class, a new beat playing in his head. (Y/N) had never picked up drumsticks in her life and had no interest in learning how to play. The only way she would consider sitting behind a drum kit would be if she had a certain blonde, attractive teacher. Her idea was to pretend she wanted to pick up a new hobby, that hobby being the drums, and ask Roger if he would help her. It all sounded great, in theory, but first she had to actually talk to him. 
Fortunately, that day, the teacher was assigning partners for a project. As he was reading out the names, (Y/N)’s heart pounded. Was it actually possible that, like in a romantic movie, she and Roger would be partnered up? Of course not. “Roger and John,” Mr Carter read out, “And that leaves (Y/N) and Freddie.”
(Y/N) sighed. Freddie Mercury was extravagant and a little crazy. He was perfectly nice, but not the sort of person she wanted to be paired with, as he wasn’t exactly the most focused. On top of that, he wasn’t Roger.
Freddie span round in his chair to face her. Roger was next to him and engrossed in a discussion with John. “So, partner,” Freddie grinned, “Looks like your stuck with me! Lucky you!”
Roger looked over his shoulder and winked, “Good luck, (Y/N). I don’t envy you.” (Y/N) couldn’t believe he actually knew her name. She smiled politely back; unsure she would be able to speak without stuttering. Roger returned to his conversation, Leaving (Y/N) a flustered mess. Freddie gave her a strange look. “Are you alright, (Y/N)?” he leaned in and whispered, “You’re bright red.” (Y/N) covered her face with her hands, took a deep breath and beckoned Freddie to take the seat next to her. He obliged, deciding the most sensible way to do this would be to climb over the desk. When he was comfortably seated, he stared at her expectantly, raising an eyebrow.
“Let’s just get on with the project, Freddie,” (Y/N) said, sighing. Freddie folded his arms and stuck out is bottom lip. “I climbed all the way up here for you to not tell me your deepest secrets, Miss (Y/L/N). I have to say, I’m a little hurt.” He placed a hand on his chest, clutching his shirt as if she had broken his heart. When (Y/N) didn’t budge, Freddie sighed. “If you won’t tell me what’s going on, then I’ll have to work it out for myself,” he said.
He rested his chin in his hands, not taking his eyes from (Y/N). “You were partnered with me for this project. I don’t think you hate me, so that can’t be why you blushed. Then Roger made that rude comment. I’ll be having words with him later. And then…” he trailed off, a sudden realisation washing over him. “I’ve got it,” he raised both arms in the air in celebration. (Y/N) shushed him and pulled his arms back down. “Not so loud, Freddie,” she whispered. A few classmates were shooting the pair strange looks, but most were used to Freddie’s antics by now.  
“You like Roger!” Freddie said, excitedly. (Y/N) glance to where Roger was sat, to ensure he hadn’t heard anything. He was still talking to John, blissfully unaware of what was happening behind him.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” Freddie persisted.
“Yes, Freddie, you’re right. Just please, don’t tell him,” (Y/N) replied, “I would die of embarrassment if he ever found out.”
Freddie looked confused, “But don’t you want him to know? Don’t you want to be with him?”
(Y/N) sighed. “It’s not that simple, Freddie. What if he doesn’t like me back?”
“You’ll never get anywhere if you live your life imagining scenarios in your head. Just go for it. The worst he can say is no.” Freddie spoke with such conviction that (Y/N) almost wished she had his confidence. “Now, what’s your plan?”
(Y/N) nervously bit her nails. “It’s a bit stupid and embarrassing.”
Freddie laughed, “You’re talking to the queen of stupid and embarrassing! Tell me your plan to lure sweet Roger into your arms.”
(Y/N) explained her idea to pretend to want to learn the drums to get closer to Roger, while Freddie listened intensely. When she had finished, he applauded. (Y/N) was glad that Roger and John seemed to have wandered out of the classroom. No matter how oblivious Roger was, not even he could have missed Freddie’s sudden outburst then.
“I love it,” Freddie commended, “It’s like a perfect movie scene! You must ask him immediately!” He grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and pulled her from her seat. She protested, but with no success and barely managed to pick up her bag before she was hauled from the room.
Knowing exactly where his friend would be, Freddie lead (Y/N) to the music rooms. They could hear the distinctive sound of Roger on the drums from a mile away. The corridor was filled with his iconic beat. The whole campus had heard him play and he was known for being the most talented drummer the college had to offer. (Y/N) paused at the door, pulling Freddie back. He stopped short, raising an eyebrow at her. “Come on, (Y/N). You’re so close. You can’t chicken out now!” he teased.
(Y/N) took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The pair were immediately taken back by the wall of sound that hit them the moment the door was opened. Roger was lost in his own world, while John strummed at a guitar in the corner of the room. Neither noticed (Y/N) and Freddie standing in the doorway. Freddie had to clear his throat several times before John looked up. He stood, looking a little surprised at (Y/N)’s presence.
“Hey, Fred! And (Y/N)! What a lovely surprise!” John smiled at her. He had to raise his voice to be heard over Roger’s drumming. Freddie drifted over to the drum kit and smacked his hand hard against one of the symbols. Roger jumped, falling backwards off of the stool, his drumsticks rolling across the floor. (Y/N) caught one with her foot and picked it up.
“Sorry, Roger. We thought we’d lost you for a minute,” Freddie laughed. “John, can I talk to you for a second over here?” he added, beckoning to John to follow him to the other side of the room. (Y/N) was left standing awkwardly, holding one drumstick and avoiding Roger’s stare.
“Had enough of being partnered with Fred yet?” Roger asked, chuckling. (Y/N) glanced over at Freddie, who gave her an encouraging nod. She took a step towards Roger, holding out the drumstick. “You dropped this,” she managed. He grinned up at her, getting up from the floor and taking the drumstick. “Thanks,” he said.
“Freddie’s not a bad partner. Just a little too easily distracted,” (Y/N) added. Roger nodded.
“I can understand that.”
(Y/N)’s heartbeat quickened. If she didn’t ask him now, she may never get the chance or courage again. She moved to sit on the stool next to Rogers. “I’ve… I’ve got a favour to ask, if that’s alright?” she said. He motioned for her to continue. It was now or never. “I was wondering if you’d teach me some stuff on the drums? If you have time of course. I’ve been wanting to learn for a little while now. A new hobby and all that. I just thought…”
Roger held up his hand to stop her. “Sorry, I was rambling,” (Y/N) added, sheepishly.
“It would be my pleasure to teach you,” Roger said, “And I could listen to your rambling any day.”
(Y/N) felt heat rising in her cheeks and heard a whispered, “Yes!” from Freddie.
“Now, I’ve got to get to my next class,” Roger said, standing, “But I’ll meet you in this music room tomorrow after college if you want to start your first lesson?”
(Y/N) nodded, not quite believing what was happening. Roger walked to the door. Just before he left, he turned back and added, “It’s cute when you blush.”
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rcksmith · 3 years
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Red — Kaz Brekker
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Requests: “Hi can I request a Kaz Brekker x reader smut where she like instinctively brushes his hair out of his eyes while they're like making out but he ties her hands to the headboard after and is like "I told you no touching" tysm”
“Hi! That Kaz Brekker smut 🤲🤲🤲 *chef's kiss* May I request 11 and 13 from the smut prompts with him? Thank you, you're doing the goddess's work. 💐💐💐”
“hii could you do 10 and 12 from the smut prompt list for kaz brekker ofc like an au”
Smut prompts:
10. “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”
11. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”
12. “You make a sound and its game over.”
13. “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader
Warnings: swearing, desire, explicit smut, heavy smut, nsfw, dirty talking, degradation, more Dom!Kaz.
Word count: 4k
A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.
Maybe I made it heavier than it was supposed to be hahaha but I was in a bad mood. I've changed some details of #anon 1, I hope you do not mind.
English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.
Requests are open. Love you❤️
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There were rules. Explicit rules about what you shouldn't do on missions. Fewer rules than Kaz would like and too many rules than you thought necessary. But if you wanted to participate in the Crows, in Brekker's words, these rules should be strictly obeyed. No more, no objections.
When he met you, late at night, walking through the club's door like a slice of sky, the orange light from the chandeliers bathed your skin in a superb glow and, at that moment, Kaz immediately lost his breath. He wouldn't fool himself by saying that the tension in his muscles had nothing to do with desire, elation and delight.
If Inej had said that Gods existed at that moment, Kaz would have believed it because he had just seen one.
However, if he had been told that seven months later that girl would be sleeping in his bed every night, screaming and moaning his name, Kaz would have hesitated a little to believe. But if had also added that you would want to be part of his gang, Kaz would have laughed out loud.
Yet, there he was, his hand closed on the cup of glass so tightly it would shatter in any second, his eyes blazing with anger fixed on your figure, watching your body plastered to a little red dress as you flirted with a target in the middle of a bar.
Where the hell was he thinking when he let you participate?!
“But, Kassy...” your voice curled into that pious, sweet and extremely feminine tone. The tone that always broke men in half “ I can help.”
Yes, you could. The truth was, you were overwhelmingly beautiful, charming, shinne. There was an aura around you that made people orbit in your gravity like planets. Men reacted to that. And that was both very useful for distracting targets and a complete annoyance to Kaz's state of mind.
He didn't want men drooling over what was his. He didn't want them to think, even for a second, that they had a chance to feel your skin in hands, the heat of yours mid-thighs, your muffled moans against lips.
Just imagining, Kaz burned in colossal rage. And that increased a hundred times every time Nina or Jesper mentioned that you would be a big help in that plan.
He didn't want to fucking know! To hell with that goddamn plan!
"No!" He made it clear, looking into your eyes in clear warning.
But it was obvious you didn't hear. You were stubborn, unbearably stubborn, and so solicitous about helping others. Why, hell, you did want to be so helpful?
"Kassy." This time you charged more into the intonation, your hands wandering to his arms, your face settling into the crook of his neck as your whole body settled against his.
Kaz didn't want to give in to the urge to touch you, but he did. Because it was physically impossible not to touch you.
Hell!
"You need this target." You purred “And I can help. And besides... the one who will fuck me at the end of the night will still be you.”
That statement teased his mind as nothing would have.
The truth was, it was a very profitable target for business. All you had to do was distract the bar owner so they could steal documents and information about Pekka from the vault in the back. And since all the other crows were essential to other parts of the plan, there was just you left to play this part.
Kaz growled softly, his gloved hands running over yours curves with possession, as if he'd already seen the man drool at yours feet.
The snag was that you wouldn't give up. It was a fact, you would annoy him until you won by insistence. You would have been able to win the War at Waterloo if you talked to Napoleon for more than hours. And as much as your reasons were purely altruistic, because you didn't want to see anyone get hurt trying to do two tasks at once or get something wrong, Kaz still didn't like at all the idea.
But it was hard to reason as your mouth peppered erotic kisses all over his neck, like a taste of what would happen if he let you go.
“There will be rules!” Kaz said as firmly as he could, because arousal was already tightening his pants and every vein in him pulsing for you.
“Of course.” You agreed like it was obvious, in that innocent, charming tone like an angel who would never do anything wrong.
Kaz hooked his fingers under your chin, pulling you up to look him in the eye, mouth a sigh away from your.
"You will do anything I say."
"And I no always do?" Your voice slurred sensually, your lashes fluttering gracefully.
The grip tightened, and Kaz sealed agreement in an unholy, deep kiss, curling his tongue around your as he moved his hands down to your clothes. Longing to vent that uncontrollable desire you both felt.
There were rules. And when that son of a bitch touched his fingers to your bare knee in an affection that promised one night whit sinful amusement, the most important rule was broken.
Don't let anyone touch you.
And Kaz was fucking pissed off. Anger poured out in a red color that crept up his neck, his eyes holding the fire of hell and his jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached.
You shrugged at the touch, but the truth was, you couldn't back down. There were still a few minutes until the end of the plan and this was a man with a very fragile ego and a very explosive temper. Any rejection would cut him deeply and his reaction would be the worst possible.
You hid the way you swallowed hard, avoiding looking at Kaz even though you could feel the shiver running down your back as a physical reminder that he was watching.
“I didn't imagine that old man would get such a hot girl.” two men commented, sitting at the drinks counter next to Kaz, chatting as their eyes drifted towards you and the owner of that fancy bar.
"And how hot she is." The other left explicit in the intonation "I love the ones that have an innocent face, they are better to fuck."
The grip on the body grew stronger, raw and animalistic. A visceral rage started a raging fire inside Kaz, and he felt ready to explode at any second.
Only 2 minutes to go.
"I don't know, dude." The other commented.
"What you mean?"
"She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips."
Hatred roared, crumbling the ground under Kaz's feet and exploding into red gunpowder. In that second, Kaz only saw red. The cup of glass gave way to the strength of his hand, splintering and splashing on the floor, bouncing droplets of German whiskey off the counter. The two men looked at him, shocked, and when Kaz was one step away from opening the gates the hell of his visseral rage, he saw Inej outside the side window, giving the signal that it was all done.
He rose to his feet, exasperated and filled with brutaly, his eyes focused on you with the same gaze that might as well have been what Lucifer had given the world in The Fall. Kaz didn't wait for you to see the signal or look at him. He marched towards you with the precision of a dictator and grabbed your wrist harder than he intended, pulling you out of your chair.
“Hey!” The hateful owner of the bar protested, standing up, insulted "The girl is with me!"
That only caused thunder to roar in the clouds that gathered in the blue eyes. Kaz turned to him brutally, and the storm in his eyes erupted. Lightning flashed. Didn't have to go to the trouble of explaining what that expression meant: move or die.
The man shivered in fear, taking a step back. Opening the palms of his hands in the air in a sign that he would no longer oppose him.
Smart man.
Kaz turned once more, the firm grip on your wrist that made you stumble a few times before picking up on the rhythm of his quick steps. The midnight air graced your cheeks with icy currents as you two exited the bar.
"Kassy” You grumbled, trying to pull your wrist "Kassy!"
He turned suddenly, making you smack into male chest. But his body didn't flinch an inch, rigid and virile.
“I would be very quiet if I were you.” It was a very clear warning, in that thunderous voice.
A less brave (or more smarter) woman would have shuddered. But you do not.
“It wasn't my fault, Kaz” You tried to defend yourself. “He was the one who touched me and I didn't...”
In a second, his mouth was on yours. Angry, furious, possessive. Mine. His fingers closed on the strands of hair at the back of your neck, pulling you possessively closer, invading your mouth with his tongue.
Again, a less brave (or more smarter) woman wouldn't have reciprocated. Would have split up and told them to talk calmly, that everything was fine. But not you. You two were like gunpowder and gasoline. And you loved it.
Your returned the kiss with more intensity, your breasts pressed against his strong, ample chest, her tongues battling in an erotic and dirty war, where everything was valid. Kaz all got harder. His grip, his kiss, his entire body tightened. Desire mixed with irritation, anger and frustration, throwing the two of them into a coercive fire, aimed at extinguishing any rationality.
Your hands stopped on his abdomen, moving up to his chest, reveling in how hot his body felt. Even hidden by the layers of black clothing, you could feel the heat of desire pulsing from all his body, radiating into yours. You were devastated by an animal urge to touch him more. Any part.
But yours ambitions were thwarted by a growl, clear and firm as a warning, against your mouth:
"Don’t touch me!" His grip on the back of your neck tightened, and his teeth nipped at your lower lip. "You don't have that right today."
You moaned loudly in beg, a compilation of frustration and desire. Kaz Brekker knew how to make you wet and frustrated to the same degree.
As if to withhold his order, he withdrew your hands from his body, returning his mouth to your again. More animalistic, more angry, as if the urge to fuck you was the only thing that have capacity get him off the rails, his rationality. The moon shone beneath you, like a wicked accomplice, enveloping your bodies in the distilled rays, promising a night of infinitely satisfied desires.
Mine. The animal and primitive sentence resonated in Kaz's veins like the bell from the Cathédrale Notre-Dame. But kissing you was not enough, wandering his hands in your body was not enough. And Kaz Brekker suspected that fucking you wouldn't be enough. The intense desire went way beyond, roaring like a beast, wanting to devour every bit of you.
Your moan sent waves of pleasure through every vein in Kaz's, and his body shudders by of desire.
When air was strictly necessary, their mouths get away only millimeters apart, their panting breaths slamming against swollen lips. In a haze of confusion and lust, your hand went without thinking to his hair, brushing a coal-black strand out of the front of his stormy blue eyes.
Kaz gripped your wrist firmly, pulling down and fishing the other one, gluing them together. The look taken by dominance.
"I told you no touching" the growl left your panties soaked with that hot desire, burning you in a caustic fire.
You opened your mouth to say something, but the noise of his belt opening attracted all your attention. Astonishment crossed your eyes, and you looked down at his free hand. Kaz completely removed the belt, wrapping it around yours wrists together in front of your belly, pulling until they were accurately fastened and he close the belt.
You looked out over the vastness of his blue sea once more, shocked.
“Since you have trouble obeying my rules.” One of his hands closed around your elbow. “Let's see if you learn from punishments.”
You shivered from head to toe, your body burning with anticipation and lust. Hot, icy desire snaked up your spine, slicing through your body like a slashing bolt. You were too shocked to say anything.
Kaz guided you by the elbow to the car, ushering you into the passenger seat, turning around and just texting Jesper that he would meet them at the club later to see the documents. He had more important things to take care of now.
The journey was brutally silent, every inch of that car trembled in a sensual energy, malicious and electrifying, like flames fire that instead of heat burned you two in desire. Kaz could smell your arousal from afar, and you could smell his lust from miles away. Both burning in their hells. You weren't the most obedient woman in the world, but you had the sense to keep quiet, the belt tight around your wrists as a physical reminder that the punishment could be worse if you tried harder on his patience.
You tried to soothe the arousal by squeezing thighs together, but Kaz brutally parted your knees, slapping the inside of your thigh. You screamed softly, throwing your head back, your pussy pulsing desperately for him and heart racing like an airplane engine.
"I didn't orden you do it."
This time Kaz gave you that look. The boss look. The look he gave his club employees, the leader look of the Crows. And that's what he was marking on your skin: he was your leader at that moment.
And you will be a good girl for him, following his orders.
"I’m sorry." You whimpered.
"Sorry, what?"
"I’m sorry, Sir."
With the car stopping at a red light, Kaz pulled the end of his belt toward him, making you follow his gesture. Stopping against his chest, mouth an inch away, his gloved hand went up to your neck, touching the pad of his thumb to your chin and pushing up, telling you to look at him.
“I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you.” His voice slapped your mouth, teasing "We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."
It wasn't a theory or a probability. It was a warning, a perverse promise that promised you to have the paths to the most glorious satisfactions. You were unable to swallow a needy moan, leaning in to kiss him, but Kaz put you back in your seat, steering the car when the light turned in green.
Your breath burned in chest, your entire body being drowning by unbearable anticipation, your pussy throbbing as if never received any attention in your life.
Kaz stopped and got out of the car as soon as he arrived in front of his house, walking around and opening the door for you. His hand this time went to your hip, guiding you with a vigor that would leave a mark on your delicate skin.
“You shouldn't play with me.” His voice hovered over the top of your shoulder. Hoarse, deep and serious. The voice of Kaz Brekker, the leader of the Crows. “I am not a boy. I'm a man, and I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll never test me again.”
You moaned loudly, through a sigh that should have been a please.
“Sir...”
Kaz bent you over to the wide couch as you two walked into the room, pushing your chest into the upholstery of couch and pulling your ass up. He lifted the hem of your dress, exposing your lacy white panties that made him breathe harder, growling an expletive and squeezing your left cheek tightly.
"Do you think you deserve to be punished?"
You nodded, your skin ruffling under his touch, the gasps escaping.
"Y-yes, sir."
Then came a slap. Strong, badly and sharp. You moaned loudly and clasped your hands still tied to the sofa upholstery, small tears of excitement and sexual frustration stinging your eyes, pushing your self-control to the limit. At that moment, you just wanted him. You wanted him burying himself into you, marking you as his property, as his own.
"I’m sorry." You whimpered, in a gentle, submissive tone. "I’m so s-sorry."
Kaz looked mildly pleased, because the next smack was less hard, less raw, but still burning and crackling. The sound of his gloves being removed was captured by your lust-drenched brain, but completely forgotten as his warm fingers clung to the hairs at the back of your neck, pulling your head back and making you look up at the ceiling.
“Are you going to be good?” You desperately nodded and Kaz dropped his free hand into your panties, put them off you like a possessive man. “Who do you belong to?”
His fingers slid along your wet edges, pushing only his index finger to tease you.
“You!” You moaned, trying to move your ass, but Kaz stopped your hips with his.
"Who. Do you. Belong?” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his fingers, entering you brutally, hungry, sliding through your so sopping pussy it was pathetic.
"You!" Your scream came loudly, shuffling with beg moans “I'm yours! Only yours!"
His voice was more sinister, hoarse and possessive as he growled in your ear: “Say my name”
“K-Kaz” he thrust his fingers into you more hard.
“Say my name!” One more hard thrust.
“Kaz!”
His hand left you, and you wept in frustration, clasping your hands on the upholstery and sobbing like a needy little girl, fidgeting. You needed him! Immediately, and there would be nothing you wouldn't have done to get it. The pressure at your entrance returned in the next instant, but now it was something much bigger, hot and pulsing.
“Let's play a game. I'm going to fuck you like the whore you are.” The head of his dick teased at your entrance, pushing in just so you could feel the pressure, pulling back when you moaned in need. “But...you make a sound and its game over.”
Kaz didn't give you time to say anything, getting into you with brutality, violence and urgency, as if you were his favorite sin. You bit your lip so hard not to scream his name that the metallic taste hit your palate, compiling with barely the rhythm Kaz foisted on you.
He fuck you like a hungry man, one grip still tight in your hair and the other and your left cheek, squeezing and slapping a few slaps. You struggled not to make a sound, tears falling as the overwhelming pleasure seared your bones like waves of fire.The sounds of their bodies crashing together, Kaz's moans and growls were so pornographic and arousing that you felt your pussy throb harder, squeezing his dick inside you.
And Kaz felt it. “Fucking, slut!” One more smack, digging deeper into you and lowering his mouth to your hot neck. “Squeeze my dick like the little slut you are.”
You obeyed, your body and soul filled with the name of Kaz, being the only thing that mattered in the world. He moaned louder in satisfaction at your obedience, burying himself hard in you in a raw, animalistic rhythm.
“That's my slut!”
The combination of his dominance, his dick sinking into you and his dirty lines was enough to make you climax. You cum intensely, your legs shaking and a broken moan escaping your lips in a sob. But Kaz didn't seem to mind, he came after you in one last hard thrust, flooding you with all the hot, strong liquid of his cum, filling every inch of you.
You whimpered, tears mixed with your smudged mascara, your pussy and ass red from the force he fucked you, your heart racing and a satisfaction that made your legs go limp. Kaz let go of your hair, his mouth still on your neck now he sprinkled some breathless kisses, his hands sweeter as they gripped your hips and flipped you onto your belly up, never letting his dick out of you.
“You did so well, princess.” He praised you, unbuckling the belt from your wrists and throwing the object on the floor.
You let out a satisfied purr, your legs opening wider to accommodate him better and your trembling hands sliding down his arms.
"Was I good?" Your voice was still breathless and submissive.
"So much." He bent down, kissing your lips and settling you better in the middle of the couch, now coming out of you, moaning as he saw the cum slip out of your red pussy. “You are so fucking pretty!”
You chuckled softly, and Kaz pulled you into his arms, straightening your body and carrying you in his arms.
"Now let's get you a bath, princess.
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Masterlist
I will be adding to this as I go!
Requests involving multiple characters are grouped together, but solo requests with only one character are filed under the name of that character. Separated by slashers and DBD characters.
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Jason, Bubba, and Freddy with a chubby s/o
Bubba and Michael with a petite s/o
Cuddling for Bubba and Jason
Jason, Michael, Thomas, and Freddy with a s/o who self harms
Jason and Thomas with a s/o who treats their dog like a child
Michael, Jason, and Thomas when their s/o attacks someone twice their size
Thomas, Jason, and Michael with an animalistic s/o
Drayton Sawyer headcanons 
Bubba and Jason x cannibalistic s/o
Pet names for Jason, Michael, and Bubba
Bubba and Thomas x pregnant s/o
Thomas, Michael, and Jason being nursed back to health by their s/o after a fight
Bubba, Jason, and Michael x 2009 emo s/o
Bubba, Jason, and Michael with a s/o who collects snakes
Bubba and Jason when their s/o see’s their abusive ex
Michael and Brahms x sick /so
Michael and Jason x s/o who has painful period cramps
Michael and Bubba x s/o who’s sensitive to loud noises 
Michael, Jason, and Brahms x jumpy s/o
Michael, Bubba, and Jason x normally mild-mannered s/o who’s incredibly angry
Michael, Jason, Bubba, and Freddy x s/o who speaks German 
Michael, Jason, Bubba, and Freddy x s/o who was disowned by their family for being in a relationship with a murderer 
General fluffy Michael and Bubba x s/o headcanons
Michael, Bubba, and Jason x usually calm s/o who can be violent when they hate someone
Brahms, Bubba, and Jason x tall, broad-framed s/o
Michael, Jason, and Bubba with a s/o that gets bad migraines 
Thomas and Michael x s/o who’s an empath 
Michael, Thomas Hewitt, and Todd when reader shaves and has smooth skin
Jason and Bubba x s/o who loves how big their hands are
Michael and Bubba x male reader headcanons (this one includes a DBD Killer as well!)
Michael, Max*, and Todd with a s/o that draws on themselves whenever upset (includes a DBD Killer)
Michael, Bubba, and Jason with a s/o that likes to draw on them
B&W Soulmate AU with Michael and Freddy | Pt II
Michael and Jason with a creepily cute s/o 
Slashers getting cursed at by nine year olds on Fortnite 
Michael and Jason x mechanic s/o
Bubba and Jason x vegetarian male s/o
Bubba, Michael, and Jason x s/o who’s addicted to hot Cheetos 
Michael, Jason, Bubba, and Thomas under the influence of laughing gas
Michael, Bubba, and Brahms x male s/o who has albinism 
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• Michael Myers: (please note that some of these pertain to DBD Michael, and some Michael content can be found under the DBD section)
Michael with a s/o who self harms and struggles with depression
Michael with a s/o who was sexually assaulted
Angry Michael being calmed down by his s/o
Michael x s/o who has anger issues
Michael x reader who sneaks into his room at Smith’s Grove to visit him
Michael x s/o who has telekinesis
Michael x short/chubby s/o
Michael x tough s/o
Michael, Jason, Leatherface, and Freddy when their s/o dies
General older Michael x younger reader headcanons 
More older Michael headcanons 
Michael x traumatized s/o
Michael x short!s/o
(DBD) Michael x s/o who does well in trials but is unliked because of her relationship 
Michael (DBD) x s/o who was training to become a psychiatrist/psychologist
A fight with Michael (Angst)
(2007) Michael x young nurse s/o
Michael, Jason, Bubba, and Freddy being forced to watch Disney films
Michael, Jason, Bubba, and Freddy when their s/o is almost killed
• Jason Voorhees:
Cute relationship headcanons with Jason
How Jason would shyly confess to the girl he liked
Jason attending a family dinner with his s/o
Jason x younger s/o
Jason x motherly reader 
Jason murdering the abusive partner of reader 
• Freddy Krueger: Freddy x s/o who likes to watch him kill
Freddy x s/o who died of natural causes and can stay in the Dreamworld
Freddy x s/o who knit him a new sweater
Burger Time With Freddy Krueger
Freddy roughhousing with this s/o
(Fluffy) Freddy x s/o headcanons 
• Bubba Sawyer: Bubba Sawyer spending holidays with s/o
Bubba x s/o headcanons 
Bubba x s/o who wants to see his workspace and watch him kill
Bubba when his s/o wants him to live with them
Bubba and accidentally injuring/killing his s/o
Bubba x s/o who simultaneously craves but is terrified of affection 
Bubba x younger s/o who looks even younger than they are
General Bubba x male!reader headcanons 
Bubba and his brothers after their s/o gets injured by a victim
• Thomas Hewitt: Thomas Hewitt headcanons
Thomas Hewitt x reader who “adopts” him as her older brother
Birthday headcanons!
• Brahms Heelshire:
Brahms x female!nanny who’s afraid of dolls
Brahms x s/o who’s sweet but doesn’t take any BS
Brahms realizing he needs to grow up if he wants his s/o to stay
Brahms with a s/o that sneaks him out of the house for a date 
Brahms being reunited with reader, who was a childhood friend of his
Soulmate AU
Brahms x reader who can teleport 
• Vincent Sinclar: 
General Vincent Sinclair headcanons 
Vincent Sinclar x s/o who loves to spoil him
• What We Do In The Shadows:
General Viago x reader headcanons 
Viago x werewolf!s/o that got kicked out of their pack
• Hilliker brothers (Wrong Turn):
General headcanons 
Protective Hilliker brothers
Hilliker brothers x sick s/o
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DEAD BY DAYLIGHT:
----- Killers  ------------------------
DBD killers with a s/o who likes to dance
DBD killers most to least likely to spare their s/o in a trial
DBD killers most to least likely to get scared by a toaster
DBD Onesie party
Michael, Bubba, Max (the Hillbilly), and Evan (the Trapper) when they’re forced to kill their s/o in trials
Jeffrey (the Clown), Philip (the Wraith), Anna (the Huntress), and Frank (the Legion) when the Entity kidnaps their s/o | Part II
Michael and Max (the Hillbilly) x s/o who’s sweet but blunt
Michael and Max (the Hillbilly) x s/o who always drinks with a straw
Michael and Max (the Hillbilly) being taught by s/o
Michael and Max (the Hillbilly) x impulsive s/o
General headcanons for Michael and Max (the Hillbilly)
Michael and Max (the Hillbilly) x s/o who’s mesmerized by the stars, moon, and ocean
Frank (the Legion), Evan (the Trapper), and Philip (the Wraith) x sleepy and cuddly s/o
Evan (the Trapper), Philip (the Wraith), and Max (the Hillbilly) with a s/o that loves to have their hair pet
Meg Thomas, Susie, Julie (the Legion), and Anna (the Huntress) x artistic fem s/o
Meg, Julie (the Legion), Amanda (the Pig), and Anna (the Huntress) walking in on their fem s/o singing
Michael and Max (the Hillbilly) x s/o who’s just a dumb bitch and doesn’t know shit
Michael and the Legion girls x s/o with piercings
Adiris (the Plague) and Herman (the Doctor) reacting to reader confessing their feelings
Herman (the Doctor), Evan (the Trapper), and Max (the Hillbilly) with a s/o who likes to read to them
Herman (the Doctor) and Philip (the Wraith) with a s/o who likes to make them small embroideries 
Herman (the Doctor), Michael, and Bubba x male reader headcanons
Herman (the Doctor), Philip (the Wraith), and Max (the Hillbilly)’s thoughts on a s/o with tattoos 
Dwight, Anna (the Huntress), and Frank (the Legion) x very affectionate and considerate reader
Frank (the Legion), Joey (the Legion), Evan (the Trapper), and Herman (the Doctor) when they trip and fall and their s/o finds it funny
Evan (the Trapper), Joey (the Legion), and Frank (the Legion) x male!sick!reader
Frank (the Legion), Max (the Hillbilly), Danny (the Ghost Face), and Anna (the Huntress) x male!adult!reader that’s into childish things
The Trapper, the Wraith, the Hillbilly, and the Nurse when not yet s/o reader 360′s them in a trial
Evan (the Trapper), Frank (the Legion), and Joey (the Legion) getting jealous after seeing their male s/o having fun/laughing with other male Survivors
Michael, the Legion, and Anna (the Huntress) x reader who grins & bears with pain easily
Herman (the Doctor), Sally (the Nurse), and Michael x reader who’s studying to become a therapist 
Max (the Hillbilly) and Frank (the Legion) after accidentally hurting or killing their s/o (Angst)
Bubba, Max (the Hillbilly), Dwight, and Kate x hopeless romantic s/o
Max (the Hillbilly), Frank (the Legion), Danny (the Ghost Face), and Freddy with a male s/o that loves to show them off
Jealous Herman (the Doctor), Jeffrey (the Clown), Michael, and Amanda (the Pig) x male reader
Pranking Frank (the Legion) and Jeffrey (the Clown)
Danny (the Ghost Face) and Frank (the Legion) finally getting their hands on reader, who kept managing to escape them before
Herman (the Doctor), Danny (the Ghost Face), and Michael when their s/o is kidnapped by the Entity 
Philip (the Wraith), Anna (the Huntress), and Adiris (the Plague) x pyromaniac s/o
Evan (the Trapper), Herman (the Doctor), Frank (the Legion), Joey (the Legion) finding out their male s/o is ticklish 
Evan (the Trapper) x vegetarian male s/o
Herman (the Doctor) and Evan (the Trapper) x male s/o who breaks down from stress
Evan (the Trapper), Max (the Hillbilly), Anna (the Huntress), Danny (the Ghost Face), and Sally (the Nurse) x super cute s/o
----- Solo requests:  ------------------------
• Evan MacMillan | The Trapper (DBD): 
Evan MacMillan (The Trapper) x pregnant s/o
Pranking/messing with Evan MacMillan (The Trapper)
General Evan MacMillan x reader headcanons 
Evan when fem survivor reader ends up at the MacMillan Estate outside of a trial
• Philip Ojomo | The Wraith (DBD):
(Slowburn) The Wraith x Survivor!reader
The Wraith x survivor!reader with the prompt Predatory
General the Wraith headcanons 
• Max Thompson Jr. | The Hillbilly
The Hillbilly x s/o who loves to craft
Max (the Hillbilly) caring for barn cats
Max (the Hillbilly) x survivor reader that’s really good at running during trials
Cute Max x reader scenario 
• Sally Smithson | The Nurse (DBD)
The Nurse x s/o who has awful anxiety
• Lisa Sherwood | The Hag (DBD)
The Hag x witch s/o
• Herman Carter | The Doctor (DBD):
The Doctor x s/o who can purr
Herman’s sadism 
Fluffy the Doctor x reader headcanons 
• Jeffrey Hawk | The Clown
Obsession (Prompt)
•  Rin Yamaoka | The Spirit 
General headcanons for Rin Yamaoka (The Spirit)
• The Legion (DBD):
General Legion headcanons
The Legion with a s/o who walks quietly
Joey (The Legion) headcanons
(Angst) Reader discovering Frank’s Bad Boy ™ weekend activities
(Angst) Frank x survivor!reader who’s his past girlfriend
(Platonic) The Legion x reader who seems like they’re put together but really they’re a wreck
Dating the Legion
• Adiris | The Plague
The Plague x s/o with a weak immune system 
• Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson | The Ghost Face
Random drabble 
Tunnel Vision Part I | Part II
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Quentin, Ace, Dwight, and Adam x charismatic and outgoing fem s/o
General Dwight Fairfield and Feng Min x reader headcanons (Fluff)
Jake Park and Quentin Smith when having to hide in a locker with their s/o
Dwight, Joey, Quentin, the Wraith x s/o who has night terrors
----- Solo requests:  ----------------------
• Quentin Smith:
Fluffy Quentin Smith x reader headcanons 
Quentin watching his s/o get killed by Freddy
Quentin x reader who Very Obviously has a crush on him 
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