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feline17ff · 2 years

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The Arrow Starts Striking and it Doesn't Stop Striking

By @the-lavender-creator and @feline17ff

Summary:

Sparrow finds him stuck in a time loop, and the only way out is to convince the god of love himself, Eros, not to take Cupid away from Ever After.

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Sparrow's got an issue. A problem he doesn't know how he got into. One he doesn't know how to solve.

He's stuck in a time loop.

It's the day after the Class Of Choice graduated from Ever After High. It's been the day after graduation for the last four days. The exact same things have been happening over and over again: Sparrow gets up, packs up all his stuff, says goodbye to Duchess, goes out to the shooting range to pick up the stuff he keeps there, and watches Cupid fight with her dad over going to Olympus. Then he comforts Cupid, spends the day helping her get reluctantly ready to go, has her ripped away by her dad, gets picked up by his parents, and falls asleep in the carriage as they head back to Nottingham.

And then he wakes up back in his dorm.

The first day he spent clowning around. He thought it was a dream, after all! He drew a sharpie mustache on Duchess right before she woke up, pranked a bunch of people instead of packing up and getting his stuff, and just slept instead of going to meet his parents. His second day was spent much the same.

But now it's his third today, and he's thoroughly sick of this. He doesn't have any more prank ideas, and he just wants to get to tomorrow.

To stop reliving his last day with the girl he has a crush on.

Reluctantly, he goes through his day. Saying bye to Duchess, packing, and then going down to the archery range. He watches Cupid argue with her dad, once again. Eros tells her that it's time she joins the family business. Cupid counters that she has so many friends in the mortal realms, and never seeing them again would hurt as much as a lead-tipped arrow. Eros goes on and on about immortality and godly powers but gives her the rest of the day to tie up loose ends.

Then Eros leaves, and Cupid collapses onto a bench to cry.

He didn't like seeing his crush cry. Every day he would go to her, console her, comfort her, and then put on a fake brave face to so that she'd put on a fake brave face. The last two go-arounds he’d then run off to pull pranks, but not today. He wants to keep her in the mortal realm this time. After all, if you have the ability to change the course of someone’s life, especially your crush’s, you’d try to make them happy and keep them in the process.

So, today, he would flip the page! Thanks to this time loop, he'd had his own fun days where he did what he wanted.

Now it was Cupid's turn.

He walked over to the bench. "Hey, Cupid."

She looked up, all puffy-eyed and pinker than usual, "Hi, Sparrow."

“I saw the fight with your dad. What he’s doing is really not cool.”

"Yeah," she sniffed, "He's acting like I gave him a paper cut or something when I just want to stay in Ever After! Totally not fangtastic of him."

"Uh-huh," Cupid said this every day, well, every same day, and Sparrow still had no idea what she meant by it. "Cupid… what would happen if you, say, didn't do what your dad said?"

"You mean if I didn't join him in the 'family business'?"

“Yeah.”

“Well… I don’t know. I know we’re in the Class Of Choice and everything, but I never really considered going against my destiny.”

"Really? Never?"

"No. I love my destiny. Bringing love, sharing love, it's so beautiful. I did this at my old school too, I had a radio show and everything!" Her eyes sparkled at the thought, but it didn't last long and she deflated back. “I want to follow my destiny, but I guess I don’t want to follow it anywhere else.”

"Is it because of me? You love me so much, huh? You can admit you're a fan, I do have that effect on the ladies."

That let an honest laugh out of Cupid, "No, not just you.”

Sparrow’s heart skips a beat at her saying ‘not just you.’ He might not be the only reason, but he’s a reason. He didn’t really think a goddess was in his league, but maybe he had a chance? "So, who else besides the hottest guy at Ever After has stolen this young goddess' heart?"

"My friends, of course! Blondie and Briar and Hopper and," she listed her friends, each time growing more and hexcited. Pretty soon, her tears had dried up entirely, a huge smile on her face. She always looks cute when she’s happy.

Then she stopped herself and her smile drops, "But I'm gonna leave them. I won't see them again in Grimm knows how long!"

"Then…," he started slowly, "why not spend your last day with them? I'll have Briar throw you a last-minute party, I know she can do it, and it'll be just for you, all your friends, you just go and get ready."

"But-"

"No buts," he got up and offers her a hand. Cupid smiles softly despite herself, taking his hand. He turns to leave after she stands, only to be pulled into a surprise hug.

“Thank you, Sparrow. You’re the best.”

Sparrow hesitates before pulling his arms around her in return, “Don’t mention it.”

Briar was amazing! As soon as she heard it was for Cupid, she wasted no time getting a page-ripping party set up in the Charmitorium. It had everything including a theme, which was Cupid of course, so there were lots of hearts and pink everywhere.

There was also fresh food, courtesy of resident baker extraordinaire Ginger Breadhouse! How she got so much food ready on the last day of school was beyond Sparrow; if Ginger and Briar suddenly turned evil and teamed up, well, the world would have to watch out.

During the party, resident DJ Melody Piper switches the music to a soft, romantic slow dance. Immediately after the music started, Cupid sought Sparrow out.

"Wha- me?"

"Yes, you! Who else am I gonna slow-dance with, silly."

"Um," he wanted to say 'literally anyone else', but it didn't feel right with Cupid smiling oh so sweetly at him. So he shut his hanging jaw and joined her on the dance floor.

Cupid wraps her arms around Sparrow’s neck, looking up at him with a sweet smile. “This is one of the best days of my life. I wish it could be like this forever," she sighed wistfully.

Sparrow cringed, remembering this day was still their last day at Ever After. The day he had repeated four times already. But maybe this time would be different? Maybe he won't wake up to the same day tomorrow? Maybe he could convince Eros to let her stay?

But then Eros showed up to take her, and he just didn’t know what to say to convince him. Pointing out her friends didn’t work. Pointing out her happiness didn’t work. He didn’t stick around long enough for Sparrow to point out the party everyone threw out of love for her. For him to point out his own love.

He’ll just have to try again.

Tomorrow was another day — NOT!

This time he didn't wait till the last second. He hexted Briar as soon as he woke up, "URGENT!‼️‼️ Need secret party for Cupid ‘cause her dad is making her leave Ever After forever. Need to show her that her friends love her. I repeat. Urgent!‼️‼️‼️"

Then, for good measure, he slammed on her door till she woke up and made her read the message. Her eyes widened but she wasted no time trading in her sleeping sleep mask for her party-planning-mode sleep mask. This was serious.

Next, he went and invited everyone he could think of to the party while waiting for the archery range conversation. The more people who show up for her, the more she’ll be aware she’s loved.

When the big argument happened, he was there, ready to turn her crown upside down. And it worked! Sparrow didn't let any of her tears hit the ground. After the argument, he gently dragged her towards the Charmitorium where everyone was ready for action.

It played out much the same as before, but longer of course, Cupid had more time with her friends, more time to know she was loved.

And then Eros showed up to take her to Olympus, and Sparrow was ready.

As soon as Eros showed up, Sparrow went right up to him. He started spouting off the many, many reasons he has for Cupid to stay before Eros can even open his mouth. Everything from her love of Ever After to the love her friends have for her to the love of friends she had to give up after being torn from her last school.

And then he caps it off with one final reason, “And I love her! She’s the kindest person I’ve ever met, the coolest chick in this entire realm! I– I just don’t know what I’d do if I could never see her again.”

Most of the partygoers gasp. Cupid blushes, her hands rising to cover her mouth. Duchess dares to step towards a provoked god to put a hand on Sparrow’s shoulder, offering him some support after all the support he’s given her over their schooling career.

Eros hesitates, before breaking into a smile. He approaches his daughter, pulling her into a hug. “I didn’t know just how much love you inspired in his realm, my little cherub. I could never take you from people who adore you so. From a boy who loves you enough to tell everyone for your sake. You’ve proven you can follow your destiny of creating love here. In fact, you have been following your destiny.”

Cupid sniffles softly, looking up at her father. “Does this mean…?”

“Yes. You may stay in Ever After.”

Victory spreads through the crowd of partygoers, everyone cheering and going to shower Cupid in hugs and high fives. Sparrow watches with a smile, knowing he’ll have time with Cupid when everything has calmed down. In the meantime, Eros walks over and claps Sparrow on the back.

“Hey, Eros.”

“You’re a brave young man, Sparrow. I do trust you’ll be good for my daughter- or else.”

“Yes, sir.”

Eros nods and walks off.

After about an hour, Cupid approaches Sparrow and leads him outside, back to the archery course and the bench he’s seen her cry on far too many times. This time, they sit down together and Cupid leans on his shoulder. “I can’t thank you enough for everything today, Sparrow.”

"Don't mention it. You're a great person and I'm glad everyone thinks so too."

“Expecially you,” she giggles a little, switching to a teasing sing-song tone, “you like me!”

“Hey!” Sparrow smiles, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, but you don’t have to be mean about it.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

Sparrow sighs, running his hand through his hair. He’s not used to feeling so un-cool.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by her cupping his face, turning his head so he’ll look at her. “I like you, too, you know.”

“... For real?”

“For real.” She gives him a small smile, leaning up to kiss his nose. “I’d love to go out on a date with you sometime, but before that, you should probably go pack up. I kept you busy all day, there’s no way you’re ready to go home yet.”

Sure enough, packing completely left Sparrow’s mind since his first run-through of the day. “Thanks, Cupid!” He gets up and starts hurrying off to his dorm.

As he leaves her behind, she calls after him, “You can call me Chariclo!”

"Okay, I'll call you, cheerio to you, too!"

Sparrow rushes to pack up his dorm, realizing his parents are going to be there to pick him up in like 10 minutes.

Luckily, he had memorized where all of his things were, so he could get his packing done with time to spare.

Well, he could have, if Hunter then Daring then Briar then Apple hadn't come to his dorm telling him how cool he was. Hey, it was true! They were actually saying how it was so spellbinding of him to do so much for Cupid and then stand up for her in front of her dad. Daring goes so far as to describe it as, "A truly heroic act, worthy of a prince!"

Unfortunately, everyone kept interrupting him so his stuff was still unpacked when his parents arrived.

His mom rushed right into his dorm, "How's my darling, baby bird — SPARROW DOVE HOOD, WHY HAVEN'T YOU PACKED YET? THE FLYING CARRIAGE WILL LEAVE IN LESS THAN FIVE HOURS!"

"I still have time! Plus I'm almost done, see?"

"If you had done this before, then you wouldn't have been rushing! Now come on, we have to get there at least three hours in advance, oh I hope we make it."

"We will, we will, chillax dudes—" He stopped.

Standing outside his dorm was Cupid with a letter and the biggest smirk on her face. "I'm sorry, is his middle name 'Dove'?”

His mother beams with pride, "Why, yes it is! Chose it myself. Dove, the bird of peace. But not a very peaceful little rascal is he," she pinched his cheeks.

"Hey!" His parents were embarrassing him in front of his crush. Totally uncool.

"Doves are also a symbol of love," This time she was looking directly at Sparrow, and he turned red. She quickly took out a pen and scribbled something on the note she was holding before handing it to him.

"Okay, goodbye, have a tea-rific summer! You better run, you only have five hours left!" With that, she gives him one last smile before hurrying off.

His parents got into a frenzy again and dragged him and his luggage off before he had a chance to open the note. The next thing he knew, he was on the flying carriage, fighting sleep to try and get the note opened. He wanted to read what Cupid wrote before he had to live the day over again- who could blame him?

But he just couldn’t keep his eyes open. He drifts off into a dreamless sleep, his mind heavy with the idea of reliving that day again.

Sparrow wakes up in his childhood home in Nottingham Forest, the note from Cupid on his bedside table. It was the day after the day after graduation, finally. It was a brand new day, filled with new possibilities, and a new note to read.

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astonmartinii · 1 year

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jaeminify · 5 days

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a game of tic tac toe.

synopsis ☆ mark would much rather spend his afternoon lazing around his apartment with just you in his clothes with a movie playing on in the background, but hanging out with his friends around was quite fun too.

warning/s ☆ mention of food/amount of food being eaten but it isn't specific!!

author's note ☆ hii! this is one of my second works posted onto this account and compared to my jaemin one shot, this one is much more mundane and while a little suggestive -- not so as compared to finders keepers >< please stay tuned for more works from me!! i'll do my best to put out better imagines and one shots <3 any feedback is much appreciated!

Mark can't seem to keep his hands off of you.

While that may seem like a regular occurrence, his hands are reaching out for yours more than usual, his head rests on your shoulder at least twice as more times when he's sat next to you, and when you're seated beside his close friend, he can't help (he could, he doesn't care) but pull you as close as possible even when the three of you are sat in a booth across his other friends.

"Need something, handsome?" You whisper as your eyes scan through the menu he's holding up for you.

He has one arm slung over your shoulder, holding the menu on the table for the both of you to read. It's easier for you, but the display of affection is a little surprising for you.

Discreetly, Mark leans his head down to give you a kiss. He lets his lips linger on yours one last time when he gives you a second peck, then he kisses the top of your head.

"You're so pretty today." He exhales, resting his head on your shoulder as he points to the meal he wants. "Wanna share that? Looks good."

"That's too heavy," You pout "We have dinner with your family tonight. I don't want to be rude by not ordering."

"I'll finish whatever's on your plate baby, I got you." Mark laughs but finds your concern over the tiniest of things (to him) endearingly cute. He likes that you pay attention to detail, even if it isn't so obvious to him.

"You could just sit there and they'd love you," He reassures. "I know I already do."

"Mark," You laugh. "The way you love me and the way they do is completely different."

"What's different in the way I love you?"

"Mark—"

"Okay, lovebirds! Need you two to put your hands in. We're playing tic tac toe and we need witnesses." Yuta belts, smiling innocently when Mark throws him a glare over your shoulder while you laugh at the paper they show you.

Tic Tac Toe Tournament is written at the top of their paper; you don't know where they got it from, but it's written in Jaehyun's writing so you know who was the mastermind was.

"It's gonna be Yuta versus Jaehyun first, then Jungwoo and Taeyong."

"Hey, how come I don't get to play?" Mark pays more attention this time, sitting up to accentuate his voice more. The arm that was looped over your shoulder instinctively drops lower to your waist, resting there.

"You were too busy staring at Y/N to even hear our question," Taeyong laughs, looking over at the couple with fondness in his eyes.

Even if he does teases Mark at how dense he becomes to his surroundings when you're around, he thinks you two are a good match that he adores.

"Wish you could've seen yourself. It was like cupid shot arrows in your eyes." Yuta grins.

You lean back into Mark's embrace and pinch his cheeks, not thinking too much about how his friends were with you two. You were aware that certain boys disliked affection or being coddled by their girlfriend when they were around their friends, but you were lucky because Mark never minded that. He'd even be the one to proudly ask for more hugs when you were around his friends.

Jaehyun, who had grown accustomed to your antics, shakes his head with a laugh.

"Not even cupid could compare," Jaehyun grins. "Cmon, pick a side." Jaehyun slides the paper over to you.

"I have to pick a side?"

"Have you been to a football match, Y/N?" Taeyong asks, smiling to show you his words were lighthearted. "You either sit on one side of the stadium, you can't cheer for two teams."

"Or so they say," Yuta winks at you, making Mark throw a tissue at him.

"Okay, I'll root for Yuta and Taeyong."

"Whaaat! Y/N I've known you the longest," Jaehyun whines.

"I cheered for you during your FIFA game, I can't keep cheering for one person."

"Especially when she has a boyfriend, Guys. Right here, by the way." Mark says, poking fun when he raises an arm to point at himself. "Sucks that I'm not playing, Y/N's great support."

"Her support for you would be a pity vote."

"In tic tac toe?"

"Especially in tic tac toe."

"That makes no—"

"What did I miss?" Jungwoo comes back to the booth with his phone, having left it at the theatre hall they watched their movie in previously.

"We're playing tic tac toe." Yuta says, beckoning him to hurry back into the seat so they could start playing.

"I'm against taeyong again?" Jungwoo squints his eyes, "Piece of cake. Hope you didn't bet against me Y/N."

"Not betting." You point out.

"So you voted for Taeyong?" He asked dryly.

"...Yes."

"The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"Can we start the game?" Jaehyun asks, impatiently grasping the pencil in his hand trying to pass one to Yuta.

The four boys start the game in front of you and Mark. The two of you don't really have to be paying attention much since it was a simple game, but you watched with interest when Taeyong would make side comments at Yuta placing the X's in the wrong boxes while Jaehyun drew hearts instead of O's for his turn.

In the midst of their bantering, Mark rests his chin on your shoulder and subconsciously, you place a hand on his knee to let him know in a subtle way that you're here and that you're still paying attention to him even when you tell Jungwoo to stop smudging Yuta's X's.

"I could totally win at tic tac toe." Mark mumbles just for you to hear.

You can't help but smile at how sulky he's gotten, knowing that he's only showing a straight face to not let the guys tease him. He doesn't really care if they do, he just likes sulking to you more than them.

"You could baby," You say to him, low enough only for him to hear. "I'd even cheer you on."

"I know you would, Angel." He smiles, "With how pretty you sound in bed your voice is music to me."

"Hey," your head turns sharply to face him, placing a finger up between you and his lips, Mark has to bite back a smile at how cute you are, choosing to kiss the tip of your finger before he lays his head on your shoulder again.

He pokes your side to get your attention but your focused suddenly shifts to the match between Jungwoo and Taeyong. Jaehyun wins the first round against Yuta, the latter saying he wasn't focused because he hasn't played in a while.

"How do you even lose at tic tac toe?"

"You're living it, Yuta. That's literally you."

"Shut up and start the game," Yuta groans, passing Taeyong his pencil after hearing his friend tease him.

"You sure you don't wanna change your mind, Y/N?" Jungwoo pokes fun, drawing the lines for the game to start after he scribbles down his and Taeyong's name.

You shake your head at Mark's friend, "Nope. I trust Tae, I know he'll do well."

"Wish I had that confidence," Taeyong mumbles.

"It's just tic tac toe..." Mark breathes out, shaking his head when he sees how worked up his friends are getting over one game while waiting for your dessert.

Mark tunes out the conversation, only turning his head to look over at what you guys are doing when he hears you laugh, or when you move forward that Mark doesn't feel your skin on his that makes him tune back in to what the guys are saying.

Mark almost falls asleep when he realises it's been drizzling outside, raindrops pattering softly onto the glass pane he leans on, but when he feels you move again, he turns his head again and notices the way you've now brushed your hair to rest on one side of your shoulder. The clasp of your necklace sits prettily on your neck, making Mark realise you dressed up more than usual today.

Don't get him wrong, you looked gorgeous in anything you wore (much more when you were wearing his clothes, he would debate), but what catches his eyes is the way your shirt lightly raises the more you lean forward. Granted only Mark is privy to see such exposure of your skin; let alone your back, but his mind gets the best of him and before he can stop himself, his hand reaches out to lightly graze his hand over your waist.

You jump a little at how light Mark's touch is, but you don't pull away from your argument — whatever it was about with Jaehyun — to look at Mark.

Mark's a little dazed and empty-headed when he focuses on your skin against his palm. It's not like he was looking to start anything, he loved holding you. Maybe physical touch was his love language, but he liked having you near him. You did too, but Mark enjoyed it maybe a tad bit more.

When you finally scoot back to be closer to Mark after concluding who had won this match, you rest your back against Mark's chest and he locks you close to him, the hand that had been tracing random patterns on your skin only slid to the front of your body to hug you. Mark quietly watched the next game of tic tac toe begin between Taeyong and Jaehyun.

Looks like you won both of the bets; even if no money was involved.

You laugh at something Jungwoo says and Mark feels your laughter through your body against his and soon, like most days, he's smiling against the top your head, leaving light kisses on it.

The four boys get caught up in their game, demanding another rematch, this time between Yuta and Jungwoo.

When you tell them to handle this game on their own, Mark volunteers to play the next match against Taeyong.

Although Mark would prefer a quiet day in spent with you with movies being played in the background while the both of you lazed around in your most casual attire, he couldn't lie that moments with his friends and you were just as good.

His favourite people with his person; his most adored person in his world as of right now. He wouldn't want it any other way.

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vidavalor · 5 months

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Hi! I loooove your blog. What's an underrated GO moment that you like?

Hi! Thank you. :) Nice to meet you. I have green tea and raspberry scones for snacks today as I just got back from the bakery. *sets up plates*

You know what little scene I love? I love the bit where Shax comes to the bookshop when Aziraphale is in Edinburgh and, in the middle of threatening Crowley, asks him how to fix the hot water boiler in the apartment. It's a little moment and funny in your first pass watching it but it plays even better on rewatch and once you think about it a little beyond just the initial laugh.

In the attack on the bookshop, we see that Shax is one of those demons that is like the angels in that she thinks of food as human and beneath her. She makes fun of Aziraphale for his human hungers-- for food, for Crowley (who isn't in the bookshop when she's saying this stuff.) So, she's not exactly teaching herself to become a gourmet chef in that apartment now that she's on Earth. She doesn't cook and she doesn't do dishes, really, but... she needs the hot water working badly enough that she's willing to swallow her pride and ask Crowley for help in fixing it, which means her human indulgences are hot showers and honestly? If I'd spent millennia in Hell and got to escape to Crowley's place in Mayfair, you couldn't drag me for a hundred years from whatever tropical rainforest paradise shower Crowley had in that place lol so I can't really blame her. Not to mention that there's not exactly a lot of privacy in Hell, if ya feel me? A lady demon who has finally escaped topside of the fiery pits of Hell might be reluctant to admit it but she might have found one or two things about having a human corporation are not completely horrible... maybe so not completely horrible enough that she's desperate enough to go to the being who has not taught her what Google is for his own amusement for assistance with getting that hot water boiler operational again as soon as is demonically possible lol. (Crowley's canonically excellent taste in showerheads is absolutely the most top of mind meta you're going to find today, I know lol.)

Anyway, this means that Shax interrupted Crowley's afternoon of Operation Lovebirds: Shop Lesbian Vavoom to ask him to make it rain for her in the apartment.

He really hasn't done this much weather in ages.

It's also funny to me that the hot water boiler has rebelled against Shax by giving her two yellow lights (Crowley's eyes) and the solution for it, according to black-clad, silver necklace Crowley, is to turn a black tab on a silver loop. Whether Crowley's apartment is just in revolt against Shax or whether we're poking fun at the fact that Shax appears to have a little thing for Crowley or both, it's amusing.

Not to mention that Crowley's little lesson in locating the "hot water boiler tab" involves finger movements the likes of which have never been used to fix a hot water boiler in all our days lol. Crowley's a free-thinking Cupid. You gotta vavoom with your own damn self sometimes-- he gets it, girl. He's all the flavors of Baskin Robbins, Shax, and he's been on Earth for ages. He knows what he's doing. Take notes lol. If you find the black tab on the silver loop, it'll turn the hot water back on and then if you follow his non-verbal instructions here...

Besides the humor, though, this little moment is also happening in the segment of the story in which Crowley and Gabriel have been puzzling out the origins of gravity together. The heaviness of watching Crowley unable to remember building the universe is balanced a bit here, when they remind us through this scene in which he appears to be explaining something he built to fix his problematic hot water boiler that his curiosity and his need to take things apart to see how they work are not things that can be taken from him and that he rebuilds by literally rebuilding things.

(Aziraphale, we all know you've been breaking things around the bookshop for the last two hundred years and then calling Crowley and telling him that you couldn't possibly use another frivolous miracle to fix it or Gabriel will send you another strongly-worded note and would he please come over... and yes, it is a pipe under the sink again, how did he know? lol)

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LESSON IN IMPRESSION!

pairing: liam lawson x reader

summary: he is her best friend, and she is his too. but if the cupid work hard, then he works harder.

author's note: yes, i switched oscar's with liam because for the past few days i got a burnout, but don't wory i got you this as a replacement. i hope you enjoyed this!!

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liamlawson30 Went to hit the road today 🏍️

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MEANWHILE Y/N POST FOR LIAM:

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Closet (Daryl Dixon x PlatonicFem!Reader)

You had been hiding a part of yourself for years, it only took the world to end to finally speak your truth.

You stood on Aaron and Eric's porch, bracing yourself against the railing. They had prepared dinner for yourself and Daryl, as payment for bringing some spices back from a supply run. It was a lovely gesture, and it made you hate yourself even more when you couldn't stand to be in their company for too long. It was the hand holding, the loving gazes, the inside jokes. It was the way they shared gentle touches, so openly and so in love. It was the kisses and the laughs and the smiles.

It was hard to recognise the nasty feeling festering in your gut. It turned your gaze green and made yourself bitter.

You were jealous.

You shook your head, leaning back, trying to let the night wind wipe your sadness away. You wanted to push past this feeling - Aaron and Eric were lovely people, good people, yet you felt yourself turning sour the longer you spent in their company.

The door clicked softly behind you. You jerked, frantically wiping a hand at your cheeks. You turned, expecting to see Aaron or Eric wondering why you hadn't come back in after twenty minutes, but it was Daryl. You smiled weakly, secretly grateful that you didn't have to endure being in the presence of the lovebirds. Even on their own they managed to ooze cupid's scent.

"Hey." Daryl stood beside you, turning to look up at the night sky. The stars twinkled back. "Beautiful night."

You nodded in agreement, attempting to muster the energy to talk, to explain your disappearance.

"Food was good."

You nodded again.

Daryl sighed, playing with his fingers, tugging softly at the cuticles. "Look, ya know I'm no good at this small talk shit. I think we've been friends long enough to skip that crap, and you've been acting like this ever since we got here. Distant."

You bit your lower lip, taking comfort in gnawing at the skin. Your heart wanted to spill it all, to let loose your truth, but your fear kept you trapped.

"Did Aaron or Eric do somethin' to ya?"

You were that shocked at the thought you snapped your head to his. "No. They've been nothing but kind."

"Then what the hell is it?"

"I -" You averted your gaze, keeping your eyes glued firmly to the wood of the porch. "I can't tell you." You muttered, hating how water splashed on your cheeks. Your heart pounded in your chest.

Daryl reached forward, softly grabbing you under the chin, turning you to face him. You tried to muster a smile, though it did nothing to hide the tears freely pouring down. "You're cryin'."

Your hand moved to your cheek absentmindedly, aggressively wiping the wet away. Defeated, you pulled yourself away from Daryl, slumping to the floor feeling as if the world was trying to pull you down.

A beat of silence passed, then two. You wanted to speak; the ball in your throat choked the words. "Whatever it is, ya can tell me."

You pulled your chin into your knees, shoulders sagging. Your chest felt tight, the possibility of letting the truth pass your lips stealing your breath. But then you spotted Daryl at the edge of your vision, his brows creased in concern. He was your closest friend, your greatest confidant. You had told him about your night terrors, and he slept beside you, a moment away, to protect you from the monsters haunting the land of dreams. You leaned on him when you had killed in self defence. You relied on him to watch your back on runs, and he hadn't failed you yet.

He hadn't outright spoken to you of his past; he had let his lips loosen more around you than anyone else. He showed you the cigarette burns - never his back. You never dared to ask, knowing that was one private terror he would spill in his own time.

This man would never judge you. He would never press for more if you weren't ready, and he definitely would never leave your side. He was your platonic soul mate.

You released a heavy breath, scooting along to make room for him. Your voice was as quiet as a mouse - as a hunter you knew he heard. "I've never told anyone."

Daryl was quiet, accepting your invitation and settling in beside you. He didn't move to comfort you; he sat close enough to know he was there.

You clenched your fingers into your palm, the pain of the nails biting into the skin distracting you for the self destructive thoughts whizzing around in your head. "I'm jealous of them."

"Why?"

He's going to walk away, your brain whispered. He's going to leave you and you will be all alone surrounded by people. He's going to sneer at you and ignore your existence.

A large, calloused hand pried your fingers out of their fists. The skin of your palms cried in relief, sharp indents speckled with blood released into the air. You looked up at Daryl, and at his hand.

You screamed at the voices in your mind, uttering the words you never spoke aloud. "Because they're living their truth, they're not afraid."

Daryl stared at your crumpled form, it taking a moment to sink in. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water - no one had ever told him this kind of thing before, he had no idea how to respond. Turns out Daryl didn't need to worry, because the moment you started talking you unlocked the door you had kept barred shut for years.

"I've known ever since I was a teenager, kept it as quiet as I could. I dated, but it never went past the first date. I couldn't... be myself, and I think it's because I couldn't accept myself, and I think my dates could sense that too." You laughed darkly. "You know how if you were applying for a job, you had to state your sexual orientation? I always put "prefer not to say" as I was afraid to admit to the world that I'm a lesbian." You looked at Daryl, trying to sense any shift in him. He hadn't started cursing you out or walked away. The doubting voices in your head quietened.

You sniffled. "I'm envious of their confidence. Their openness. Is that stupid?"

Daryl shook his head. "Nah, it's not."

"You know what the stupidest thing of all is?" You shook your head, "It's taken until the end of the world to admit out loud that I am a lesbian."

Daryl wrapped his arm around you, bringing you close. "Proud of ya."

You relished his warmth, the warmth of your best friends embrace eradicating those voices for good. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, and you could tell him about a part of your life you had kept hidden for so long.

"Thanks."

Daryl squeezed the hug tighter around you. "Feel better?"

"Bit."

"Well, come on. Dessert is waiting." Daryl got to his feet, putting his hand out to you.

You gulped, looking at the hand, then him. "You don't think any different of me, do you?"

"Hell nah, you're still a dumbass in my eyes."

You snorted.

"And hey, I can be your wing man."

"I'd love to see that Daryl."

As you walked back into the warmth of Aaron and Eric's home, you felt a peace settle inside you. The conversation didn't solve your insecurity and anxiety, but you felt better having admitted your truth out loud to your best friend.

You were on a long journey to accept yourself, whilst dealing with the trials and tribulations an apocalypse could bring, but in that moment, you were happy.

In your mind you repeated I am a lesbian, a smile forming on your lips.

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Cupid wearing fur bc why not

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agaypanic · 1 year

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Can you do a Benny weir fic where the reader is like a cupid or something and she had transferred to the gangs school to help people find their soulmates. Obviously the gang gets suspicious of her just like they pretty much do to everyone and spy on her. One day the gang sees her about to shoot a love arrow at someone and Benny tackles her but because of that he ends up falling in love with her. The gang and reader can't seem to figure out how to get him to leave her alone he's constantly clinging to her and kissing her cheek and resting his head on top of hers. In the end the gang figured out a solution but it didn't matter because they fell in love with each other anyways.

A Nudge (Benny Weir X Cupid!Reader)

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Summary: As a descendant of Cupid, Y/n moved to Whitechapel to help people find and connect with their soulmates. The supernatural gang gets suspicious of the new girl. What happens when they catch her about to shoot a love arrow and Benny gets hit?

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When the gang heard that there was a new girl in town, they immediately became suspicious. Whenever new people came to Whitechapel, it usually ended in the group finding out that they were some kind of supernatural villain and an exhausting fight. It was honestly getting old.

However, Y/n L/n, the new girl in town, didn’t know any of this. This is why she was so confused whenever she’d catch a group of teens hanging around her from a distance, borderline glaring at her with curiosity and suspicion. It made her even more aware of her surroundings. But sometimes, you get lost in the moment.

Y/n was currently at the park, leaning against a tree as she stared at a pair of friends. The two were interacting with a smile but, at the same time, seemed very bashful. Y/n knew why perfectly well. Being a descendant of Cupid, she knew all about romance and love. Her specialty is being able to spot soulmates.

That had been why she moved to Whitechapel in the first place. Being a descendant of a god came with some responsibilities. Hers was to go around giving people the little nudge they needed to be with the person their soul was connected to. Which was what Y/n was about to do.

She could see Jenny and Matt’s connection from miles away. They seemed to be at that stage of “we’re friends who both know we want each other, but we’re still too scared to act on it.” This is where Y/n came in, ready to shoot an arrow to give the two the boost of confidence they needed.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, who was drawing an arrow, a certain group of teenagers watched her from a small distance. They were surprised as she pulled back the arrow, none of them knowing what to do. Benny was the first to act. Not really thinking, he just started running.

One moment, Y/n was ready to help two lovebirds. The next, she was on the ground, bow and arrow knocked out of her grip with a body lying on her. She looked up to see dark green eyes and an expression that slowly went from panicked to lovey-dovey.

Shit.

Looking around, she saw that the tip of her arrow had hit the strange boy on their way down. While gently pushing him up and off of her, she saw his friend group run over to them.

“What did you do to him?” A small dark-haired boy asked somewhat venomously, pulling the lovestruck boy away from her, despite his light protest. Y/n went from worried to angry.

“What did I do to him? He tackled me!” She said, picking up her bow and arrow.

“Why do you even have that?” The boy asked, gesturing to her equipment.

“I… like archery.” Y/n tried to lie. A blonde girl started getting closer to her, baring her teeth. Y/n noticed that her canines were more like fangs, realizing that she wasn’t the only non-human person in Whitechapel.

“Wanna try that again?” The blonde asked. A blonde boy and the other girl came behind her, also showing sharp teeth. Y/n took a deep breath, looking around to ensure no one was nearby. She noticed that Jenny and Matt had left, which pissed her off. But at the least, the group was now alone.

“Okay, the only reason I’m not dusting you with memory dust right now is because I know you’re not exactly human. At least most of you.” She glanced at the two dark-haired boys, one inching closer to her with a grin while the other tried holding him back. “I’m basically a however-many-great’s grandchild of Cupid. Hence, the bow and arrow. I was about to give two soulmates a nudge towards each other, which is my job, by the way, but someone tackled me and got hit instead.”

“So you hit Benny with a love arrow?” Y/n was somewhat surprised that her being a descendant of a god didn’t seem to phase them.

“It wasn’t intentional!” Y/n whined. She had no idea how to solve this problem.

“I wouldn’t even need a love arrow,” Benny said, grinning at the girl while finally breaking out of his friend’s grasp. “One look at her, and I was hooked.” He moved to stand next to her.

Y/n was a love professional of sorts. But she had never experienced it personally, being too busy with others’ relationships and moving around too much to ever really connect with someone. So Benny’s words quickly brought heat to her cheeks, which she tried to ignore.

“Is he gonna be like this forever?” The blonde boy asked, staring at Benny in confusion. Y/n sighed, frustrated at the situation.

“I don’t know!” She sensed Benny moving even closer to her, which she reluctantly allowed because of the circumstances. “I’ve never struck anyone I wasn’t supposed to hit before! My magic wears off when soulmates get to the stage of their connection that I was supposed to help them get to. I have no clue how long your friend’s gonna be like this.”

The group, besides Benny, looked stumped, having no idea how to proceed.

“Oh, it’s okay, Lovebug. It wasn’t your fault.” Benny put a comforting hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “You’ll figure something out. Or I can stay like this! I don’t mind.”

“We mind.” Benny’s friend group interjected.

“Come on, B.” The dark-haired boy held his hands out, trying to coax Benny towards him. “Let’s get you to my place.” Benny gasped, feeling giddy.

“Can Y/n come?” This confused the girl. She never remembered telling him her name. But she was brought out of her thoughts when Benny put his hands on her shoulders to pull her closer. “Please, E?”

Everyone contemplated the idea. She was still a stranger, but they don’t know what Benny would do if he was separated from the one he “loved.” The dark-haired vampire girl spoke.

“We might as well let her come with us, Ethan. She might be able to help us break whatever spell he’s under, and we can ask her more questions about why she’s here in the first place.” Y/n rolled her eyes. She was willing to try to help the group fix their friend, but being subjected to their interrogations on top of it seemed draining. But everyone looked at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.

“Please, come, Y/n.” Benny pouted, giving her puppy dog eyes. Y/n couldn’t help but soften a little at the sight.

“Fine.”

***

Y/n felt weird, to say the least. She was sitting on Ethan’s couch with Benny cuddled up to her, surrounded by the rest of their friends. They looked between the two, waiting for something to happen.

“Well? Any ideas?” Ethan asked.

“No, this has never happened before.” Y/n groaned in frustration. Benny kissed her cheek, something he’d done regularly since they left the park, to try to comfort her. Y/n had weirdly grown fond of his affection, not really knowing why.

“Well, what usually happens when you shoot people?” Rory asked. Y/n cringed at his wording.

“That’s just gruesome, man.”

“Well, what do you call it then?”

“...I don’t really call it anything. I try to keep the whole cupid thing under wraps, so I don’t exactly have names for stuff.” Y/n smiled awkwardly before going back to Rory’s first question. “When I hit someone with an arrow, I’m giving them a little push toward their soulmate. If they don’t know each other yet, the nudge helps them meet. If they’re both too scared to make a move, what I do helps one of them make one.”

“So why is Benny all over you?”

“I dunno. Maybe his soulmate is too far, so my magic made him latch onto the first person he saw.”

“You don’t know who his soulmate is?” Erica asked. “I thought you were like a love god or something.”

“I’m not a love god; I’m in one’s lineage. I have powers, but they’re a bit limited. So no, I don’t know who Benny’s soulmate is. They have to be near each other for me to sense it.”

“I already know who my soulmate is.” All attention turned to Benny at his comment.

“Who, Benny?” Ethan asked adamantly.

“Y/n.” The girl could feel the lovey-dovey energy radiating off the boy as the group groaned at his answer. He cuddled further into her, and she allowed it by putting an arm around his shoulders. “Y/n is my soulmate. Y/n is my soulmate.” He goofily sang, smushing his cheek into her shoulder.

“If I knew how to undo this, I would. Believe me.” Y/n whispered, fighting the smile that tried to make its way to her face.

***

A week had passed, and they still had no idea how to reverse the effects of Y/n’s arrow. The girl spent more time with the supernatural group. For Benny’s sake, she would say. She didn’t want to admit it because of how often she would move around, but she grew a bit fond of the group and the antics they would get up to when they weren’t trying to solve their current problem.

Plus, it was amusing for her to watch Sarah and Ethan interact. Y/n could sense their feelings before she’d see them.

“Hey, N/n!” Benny’s cheerful voice sounded, coming closer to her. She lit up, especially when Benny kissed her cheek as a greeting.

“Hey, Bens.” Benny and Y/n had been spending a lot of time together because Benny just couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She was developing her own little crush but chose to keep it a secret. They still had no idea if Benny would stop feeling this way toward Y/n if they figured out a way to stop the effects of her magic.

“You okay?” He asked, analyzing her somewhat blank expression as she went off in thought. She shook them away, closing her locker.

“Yeah. Walk me to class?” Benny answered by taking her hand, enthusiastically swinging them back and forth as they walked to her English class. They talked about the hangout that the group had planned for tomorrow night, deciding they could walk to Ethan’s house by the time they reached Y/n’s class. They said goodbye to each other, and she went in to sit in her spot next to Ethan.

“How’s it going with Benny?” He asked, taking things out of his backpack. Y/n shrugged, doing the same.

“Fine. The effects are wearing off a bit, but not too much. I don’t really mind, though; I’ve gotten used to it.” Ethan nodded.

“What will happen if we can’t fix him?” The words stung a little, despite Y/n knowing what he meant. It sounded like he was saying that Benny liking her was a problem. “I mean, you move around a lot. How will that affect him?”

“I don’t know,” Y/n whispered, partially because the teacher was about to begin the lesson and partly because she felt she no longer wanted to talk.

***

The short conversation Y/n had with Ethan was stuck in her mind the next day. What if she had to leave and the magic hadn’t worn off? What if she stayed, and it did wear off? What if the time they’ve spent together would soon mean nothing?

There was a knock on Y/n’s front door, so she pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Slipping her shoes on, she opened the door to see the guy who seemed to constantly be on her mind.

“Ready?” Benny asked. Y/n nodded, and they left, making their way to Ethan’s house. The walk was peaceful, the air crisp and the leaves turning different shades of red and yellow.

“Are you okay?” Benny asked, squeezing Y/n’s hand to get her attention. “You’re being really quiet.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Y/n quickly nodded, but it didn’t convince Benny. “Just thinking about things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Just… things.”

“Are you thinking about how to make me stop liking you?” Y/n abruptly stopped from his question, making Benny stumble a little. He looked a little sad but kept a smile as he waited for her response.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not dumb, N/n. I know you guys are trying to figure out how to wear off your magic.” Benny’s eyes darted to the ground, kicking around stray pebbles and leaves. “Honestly, I don’t even think this is all because of the arrow. I remember that I still thought of you before it. I’d wonder about who you were and all the different ways I could try to become friends with you.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, so Benny continued.

“I mean, what if I’m acting like this because we’re actually soulmates like I think we are? You’ve only nudged people who you knew were soulmates. Is it really so hard to believe that we could be soulmates, and you just can’t see it because you’ve only seen other people with their soulmates? You literally have love powers; please don’t tell me that you’ve never thought there was even a possibility that you would have a soulmate like everyone else.”

Y/n sighed. A small part of her had always wondered if she had a soulmate of her own. It only amplified when she accidentally struck Benny, but she pushed the thoughts away, thinking it was because of the magic.

But honestly, what Benny said was making sense. As far as she knew, her magic gave people a nudge toward who they were meant to be with. They had never fully considered that her magic was just doing the same for her and Benny. They had never interacted before her arrow accidentally hit him. Possibly, the magic was amplified because his soulmate had love powers of sorts.

“Please, say something, Y/n,” Benny whispered, squeezing her hand again.

“Can I kiss you?” Benny hadn’t expected her to say that. But nonetheless, he nodded and moved closer to her, waiting for her to make the move. Y/n’s hand that wasn’t held in Benny’s moved up to cup his face. She took a deep breath before pressing her lips to his.

Benny’s breath hitched as he pulled her closer with his free hand. Y/n had never kissed anyone before, but she knew that if she had, this kiss would’ve felt entirely different than any she would’ve experienced. It was like new knowledge had flooded her brain, taking over all her senses.

He was her soulmate. And she was his.

The two broke apart, leaning their foreheads against each other. They were both deep in thought. Y/n realized she couldn’t leave town like she’d done in the past. Benny was here, and so were her new friends.

“I knew it.” Benny grinned. Y/n laughed, pecking him on the cheeks.

“You really did.”

They started to continue their adventure to Ethan’s house, closer than when they started. When they reached the house, Benny opened the door, and they walked in. They heard a commotion in the living room and curiously made their way through the hallway.

“Thank god you guys are here!” Ethan exclaimed, quieting everyone else down. “We finally figured it out. We just have to find out who Benny’s soulmate actually is. I bet there’s a spell in his book that could- Wait, what’s up with you guys?” He pointed at his two friends, who were very close together. Seeing it coming from Benny was normal now, but everyone was surprised that Y/n reciprocated the affection more than she usually would. The new couple smiled at each other before looking at their friends.

“We figured it out ourselves.” Y/n smiled. Benny grinned at her expression.

“It just took a little nudge.”

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connorsnothereeither · 3 months

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Mindy meeks martin fluff because I can barley find any fics of her

playing cupid

mindy meeks martin x reader

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notes: not proofread!! there might be some mistakes i wrote this in one sitting 🙁

You were growing tired of witnessing Chad and Tara practically devour each other with their eyes. Both of them refusing to acknowledge their obvious attraction to each other made you want to scream, and you were relieved not to be alone in this. Mindy had rolled her eyes so often that you were sure her head would start hurting soon. She sighed loudly once more as Chad and Tara chatted in the kitchen.

"Will you two just make out already?" Mindy exclaimed.

You held back a giggle at your friend's comment. Chad turned to glare at his sister, tossing one of the Cheetos from the bag he was holding at her face. Mindy turned around, her voice tinged with annoyance.

"Hey, watch it!"

Chad smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mindy. I forgot that Cheetos are sacred artifacts in your eyes." Mindy stuck her tongue out at him, but he didn't notice because, once again, his attention was on Tara. As the lovebirds continued to prepare dinner, or attempt to, Mindy plopped down next to you on the couch, resting her head on your shoulder.

"They're so annoying, aren't they?"

"So annoying," you agreed. "I mean, it's so obvious they like each other. God, I've never met someone as oblivious as them."

Mindy nodded in agreement, her voice tinged with exasperation. "I know, right? It's like they're playing this never-ending game of cat and mouse, and we're stuck here watching it unfold. How can they be so blind to their own feelings?"

You sighed, glancing towards Chad and Tara, who were now engaged in a playful argument over the recipe. "I wish they would just confront their feelings and get it over with. It's painful to watch them dance around each other like this."

Mindy tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, maybe it's time we take matters into our own hands." You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her suggestion. "What do you have in mind?"

She sat up straight and motioned for you to lean in. As you did, her breath tickled your ear as she whispered, "Let's play matchmakers and give them a little push in the right direction." You couldn't help but grin at Mindy's mischievous plan. The idea of intervening in Chad and Tara's love life seemed both thrilling and risky, but at this point, it was worth a shot.

Mindy leaned back, her eyes glimmering with excitement. "We could start by setting up a casual hangout for all of us, maybe a movie night or some kind of dinner. Then we pretend we have an assignment or something and leave them by themselves. You know, like in the romcoms you like."

"They won't get mad?"

"Duh, they will. But they'll thank us later on. Trust me," she assured, giving your shoulder a pat before sitting up on her knees to get your friends' attention. "We should all go to the movies this week; I hear there are some good movies coming out."

Chad and Tara turned around, giving Mindy a strange look due to her enthusiasm for the hangout plan. "Yeah, I heard that too," you chimed in. "It'll be fun to have a movie night together, don't you think? We can catch up on the latest ones and just relax for a bit." You tried to sound nonchalant, but inside, you were bubbling with anticipation.

Chad and Tara exchanged glances, seemingly contemplating the idea. Chad shrugged, a playful smile forming on his face. "Sure, why not? It's been a while since I've been to the movies." Tara nodded in agreement, her eyes meeting Chad's for a moment before she turned to Mindy and you. "Sounds like a plan, then."

Mindy and you exchanged excited glances, hardly able to contain your anticipation. The pieces were falling into place, and soon, you would set your plan in motion. So, when Tara gave you both a suspicious look, you both tried to pretend you weren't grinning so hard your faces were starting to hurt.

"So, what movie are we watching again?" Chad asked, walking next to Tara while Mindy and you led the way around the movie theatre.

"Uh… the one with the knife," you said, pointing at the huge poster with the bloodied weapon on it. "I thought you hated those."

"Well, yeah! But this one isn't as scary, right?" Tara tilted her head in confusion.

"Right," your voice cracked a bit, and you quickly recovered by coughing and rubbing your throat, pretending it was itchy. Mindy glanced at you, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She could sense your sudden unease and decided to change the subject, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. "Anyway, let's focus on the mission at hand," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We're doing this for Chad and Tara, remember?"

You nodded, grateful for the shift in conversation. "Absolutely. We want them to be happy, and if this little plan of ours helps them realize their feelings, then it'll all be worth it."

As the two of you continued to wait outside the theater, the minutes stretched on, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement for the plan and disappointment from Mindy's words. Just as doubt began to creep into your mind, the theater doors swung open, and Chad and Tara emerged, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement. They approached you and Mindy, their eyes shining with something you couldn't quite decipher.

Chad was the first to break the silence, a mischievous grin on his face. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice filled with playful accusation. "Caught in the act, huh?" Tara nudged him lightly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

"Chad!" she said, her tone a mixture of amusement and embarrassment.

As the four of you made your way back to the car, Chad wrapped an arm around your shoulder, slightly pushing you behind so Mindy and Tara walked in front of you. "What's wrong?" his question caught you off guard, and you glanced up at him, feeling uncertain. "What do you mean?" you asked, trying to sound casual despite the rapid beating of your heart.

Chad chuckled, his playful tone betraying a hint of curiosity. "Come on, don't think I didn't notice you and Mindy. You guys were standing awfully close out there." He raised an eyebrow, his gaze locked on you. "And don't act like your crush on her isn't painfully obvious."

You held up your hands innocently. "Who, us? Never." Mindy joined in, her expression matching yours. "Just enjoy the movie, you two. It's going to be great."

With a final exchange of playful glances, Chad and Tara settled into their separate seats, and the lights dimmed as the movie was about to begin. Mind

y leaned over to you, whispering in a hushed tone, "Phase one complete."

You couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. The plan was set in motion, and now it was a waiting game. You stole a glance at Chad and Tara, observing them from the corner of your eye. Despite their physical separation, there was a subtle tension in the air, a shared anticipation that lingered between them.

Mindy was paying attention to the movie, being the horror-lover she was. She didn't notice it when Chad turned around to look at both of you and gave you a thumbs-up. Does he think they're setting us up? You couldn't help but wonder. But you decided to play along, returning the thumbs-up with a sly smile. Letting Chad think that they were the ones orchestrating something. Little did he know that you and Mindy had a plan of your own.

As the plot unfolded on the screen, you couldn't help but notice Chad occasionally sneaking glances in Tara's direction, while she seemed equally aware of his presence. It was as if they were drawn to each other, unable to resist the magnetic pull.

During a particularly suspenseful moment in the movie, Mindy leaned over to you and whispered, "Phase two begins now." You turned to her, curiosity piqued, eager to know what she had planned.

She motioned for you to follow her lead. You pretended to look towards your friends, but you stayed quiet, thinking about how close Mindy had gotten. She didn't seem to notice your nervous state and continued with her plan.

With a mischievous smile, Mindy pulled out her phone and sent a text message to both Chad and Tara simultaneously. 'I left something important in my car. Y/n and I are going to grab it quickly. BRB!'

You and Mindy stood up, trying your best to be inconspicuous as you made your way toward the theater exit. Chad and Tara glanced at each other, confusion evident on their faces, but they nodded in acknowledgment. Mindy winked at you before you both disappeared out the door.

Once outside the theater, Mindy couldn't contain her excitement any longer. She grabbed your arm, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Now, we wait and see what happens," she said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and mischief.

As you stood there, leaning against the wall near the theater entrance, your heart raced with anticipation. You couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness, unsure of how Chad and Tara would react to being left alone together. What if it backfired?

Minutes ticked by slowly, and you wrapped your thin jacket around yourself to ward off the cold. Mindy leaned on the wall next to you, the popcorn holder still in her hands. "So, do you think our little plan will work?" you asked Mindy, unable to hide the slight tremor in your voice.

Mindy glanced at you before taking a handful of popcorn. "Absolutely. I have a feeling that this is exactly what they need. Sometimes a little push is all it takes for people to realize their true feelings." She nodded, and you both exchanged determined glances.

It was silent for a bit as Mindy chewed on the popcorn, and you craved to step closer to her for a bit of warmth, or maybe just to feel her close. "They probably think we're making out right now," Mindy said with a laugh, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

You chuckled, trying to hide your blush. "Well, they're in for a surprise when they realize we're just standing here freezing and talking about their love lives," you replied, your voice laced with amusement.

Mindy nodded with a smile, eating another handful of popcorn. You cleared your throat. "Why… why would they think we're making out?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure Chad thinks we're in a Chad-Tara situation," Mindy explained, her tone filled with amusement. "But I've told him so many times that he needs to let it go. I mean, we're just friends, right?" Mindy's words caught you off guard, and you felt a mix of confusion and disappointment. You had hoped she would see through the act and understand your true feelings.

You huffed out a laugh, trying to hide your disappointment. "Well, they're in for a surprise, indeed."

As you reached the car, Mindy and Tara got into the backseat, leaving you and Chad standing by the door. Chad leaned against the car, his eyes fixed on you. "Y/n, life's too short to let fear hold you back. Take a chance on this, even if it's scary. You never know what might happen."

You huffed out a laugh. "You're one to talk."

"I'm working on it," he said, rolling his eyes. "But my sister definitely has a thing for you too. Trust me."

You sighed, shaking your head before glancing down at the almost empty water bottle in your hands. "She doesn't."

"Oh, she so does."

"She just told me we're just friends, so not really." Chad chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Y/n, you have to understand that sometimes people say one thing but mean another. Trust me, I know my sister better than anyone, and I can tell she's got feelings for you. Maybe she's just afraid to admit it or doesn't want to risk the friendship either."

His words stirred a glimmer of hope within you, and you couldn't help but ponder the possibility. "You really think so?" you asked, your voice laced with a mix of uncertainty and longing.

Chad nodded, his smile encouraging. "Absolutely. I've seen the way she looks at you when she thinks no one's watching, the way she lights up when you're around. It's hard to miss. Sometimes people need a little push to confront their feelings, just like what we're doing for them."

"I don't know, I don't want to push it."

As you reached the car, Mindy leaned closer to you, her voice soft. "Hey, everything alright?" You nodded, before thinking of how to change the subject, feeling guilty for getting so much attention at once. "Do you think it worked?" you whispered back, moving your head towards a driving Chad and a rambling Tara.

"I think we need to think of a phase three," she pointed to her phone, giving you a small, knowing smirk as the two friends in the front seats remained oblivious to the conversation. Mindy typed her idea on the notes app, moving the phone so you could read the screen as she typed.

The screen read, 'Phase three: dinner operation.' You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Mindy's idea. She continued typing, her fingers moving swiftly across the screen. 'We take them on a spontaneous dinner. A cozy place, and one of us has to get sick. They won't suspect a thing since we're roommates. It's the perfect setting.'

You nodded in agreement, silently conveying your enthusiasm for phase three. As Mindy finished typing, she turned her attention back to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "What do you think?"

You glanced at Chad and Tara, their voices blending into a pleasant background noise as they continued their lively conversation, Chad's music playing in the back. With a

nod, you whispered back, "Let's do it."

Mindy's face lit up with a wide grin, and she leaned even closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can do it tomorrow, just the four of us. And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, my stupid brother will confess."

You nodded, your heart swelling with anticipation. Mindy's plans always had a touch of magic to them, and you couldn't wait to see what would unfold during that dinner. The car continued to move, the hum of the engine lulling you into a state of calm excitement.

As the car got closer to your respective apartments, you stole glances at Mindy, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, her mind brimming with possibilities. You couldn't help but feel a deep appreciation for her, her unwavering support, and her ability to create moments of joy and connection. The thought crossed your mind that you craved so badly for there to be something more between the two of you.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost missed Mindy's soft voice as she spoke again, her words barely audible over the sound of the car stopping. "Y/n, it's our stop."

A warmth spread through your chest, and you turned to her with a gentle smile. "Right, sorry." The anticipation for the upcoming dinner and phase three of your plan hung in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

As you entered your apartment, you couldn't shake the thought of Mindy's words and the way she had leaned closer to you during the car ride. There was an unspoken connection between the two of you, a bond that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. But the fear of risking your friendship held you back, and you wondered if it was worth taking that leap.

Mindy sat down on the couch next to you, covering herself up with a blanket and glancing at you before moving it slightly so you could fit under it as well. "So, what happened with Chad?"

"Huh? It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"You have been awfully quiet in the car; I'm sure it was something," she said, turning her torso so she was facing you. "You always tell me everything; what's wrong?" You could hear the slight panic in her voice. Chad was never the one you confided in; it was her.

At your silence, Mindy sighed and stayed quiet too, thinking to herself. You opened your mouth, remembering Chad's advice from before, but closed it again once you realized you didn't know what to say. "I have…" you started, Mindy turned to look at you, attentive. "I have feelings for, uhm."

Mindy's face dropped a little at the thought of you liking somebody else, but she stayed quiet, waiting for you to finish your sentence. You, on the other hand, felt like your face was about to explode, your cheeks couldn't get any hotter, and you were just stammering out 'uhms' and 'uhhs' while Mindy raised her brows at you, awaiting.

"I have feelings for you, like… the romantic kind."

Silence.

Mindy's lack of words made you want to curl up and cry the second your confession left your mouth. "And you told my brother before you told me? You know Chad sucks with relationship advice," you furrowed your brows, wondering why she was acting like you hadn't just confessed your feelings.

"I do too, by the way. I thought it was obvious," she said after a beat of silence. "Tara tried to set us up together today at the movies."

"So did Chad," you chuckled, feeling much calmer now that you knew for sure that your feelings were reciprocated. But the second Mindy licked her lips, your heartbeat picked up again at how attractive she looked, staring down at your own lips.

Not saying a word, she reached for the back of your neck, toying with a hair strand before pulling you forward. With a hint of hesitation, you reached out and gently cupped Mindy's cheek, your fingers grazing her soft skin. She leaned into your touch, her breath hitching ever so slightly.

You could feel the warmth of her body drawing closer, and your heart pounded in your chest. Mindy's hand moved to rest on your waist, pulling you closer, closing the distance between you. The blanket started tangling between both of your legs, and the world around you blurred as your focus narrowed solely on her.

In a hushed whisper, you could hear the catch in her voice as she murmured your name, like a sweet melody that resonated in your ears. "Y/n."

The moment your lips met, you felt like you were on fire. Mindy's lips were soft and inviting, melding perfectly with yours. As the kiss deepened, the world outside seemed to shut down. There was only the two of you, locked in an embrace that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions and ages of pining after one another. Your bodies pressed closer, as if trying to merge into one.

Eventually, the need for air forced you to reluctantly part, but the warmth of the moment lingered on your lips. Mindy's eyes fluttered open, and a dazzling smile graced her face, mirroring the joy and contentment that radiated inside of you.

Chad and Tara's plan might have worked too well. Now you had to make sure to beat them at their matchmaking tactics.

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kakushino · 2 months

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Take a picture

(???)! Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader

He's just too perfect.

Tags: suggestive, modern AU, reader is photographer, otherworldy vibes, not much plot to speak of uwu Word count: 1,5k

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AN: Written as a gift from cupid to the lovely lovebird @nymphoheretic - I hope it sets your cheeks ablaze if nothing else~ (forgive me for posting it an hour earlier than 6pm your time but I am lazy to change date on scheduling, as it would be 1am 15th for me)

It was an honor to work with a man as esteemed as Rengoku Kyojuro. Even if the gig paid less than it should - it was for a charity - you were excited, so much so that you could not sleep half the night from the giddy feeling welling up in your belly.

Rengoku Kyojuro, a model and a fire dancer in one, a reputably kind person with a good word and encouragement honeying his lips anytime he spoke with his fans. Gods, you hoped you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him.

As you had woken up early, before your alarm even, you went to make sure everything was prepared at the studio you were to do the photoshoot in. It was by no means a large one, but you would make do. You had to.

“Hello!”

The exuberant voice startled you out of your thoughts. He was here.

You turned to him and greeted him shyly, introducing yourself and extending your hand to shake with his.

Instead of the usual greeting, he bent down slightly to kiss your knuckles, keeping eye contact - his irises, as vibrant and fiery as a flame, drawing you in, making you forget all the words you planned to say when you met at last…

You blinked, and the spell was gone.

“It’s nice to meet you in person, Rengoku-san.” You swallowed dryly, trying to fix your composure.

The man tilted his head curiously, a wide smile blooming on his handsome face, a light seemingly radiating from him like a rare scorching summer day in autumn months. “The pleasure is all mine, my dear! You look stunning on this fine day!”

What a strange thing to say- Nevertheless the compliment made you smile shyly. “I- thank you… Would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee? Or- uuh, anything else?” A waft of his cologne reached your nose and you suddenly felt thirsty for- not what you were offering to him, but an other something - what it was, you had no clue.

“A glass of water would do me fine, my dear. Thank you!”

You quickly stumbled back, realizing he still had your hand in his from greeting each other - his thumb had been caressing the back of your hand the entire time. Odd, how you haven’t noticed… Rengoku let go without a fuss, the same wide smile still adorning his face.

Fetching that glass of water for him - and you, gods, you were suddenly so parched - allowed you a moment to breathe free of his presence.

What was that?!

Gods, you could hardly remember what just transpired between the two of you from the moment your eyes met his…

You came back with two glasses to see Rengoku already seated at the sofa in front of the camera, scrolling through his phone, the wide smile still stuck on his face. So strange…

You placed your glass off to the side by your camera and walked closer to offer him his. Only, the second your shoe met the space illuminated by the studio lighting, his bright eyes turned to you. You nearly, nearly, stumbled over your own two feet.

“Ah, you have returned, my dear!” He quickly stood up and closed the distance between the two of you, his hand already reaching for the glass, yet he was suddenly too close and he was looming over you, his face as if shadowed, his eyes aglow as they focused on you. Your hands touched on the glass.

The look he gave you ignited something in your belly, the heat blooming on your cheeks, and goosebumps spread across your skin. You hoped he didn’t notice.

The moment passed.

You blinked rapidly, trying to get your bearings again. Rengoku’s scent filled your senses even as he walked behind you to place his glass beside yours - or so you figured, for when you turned, they stood next to each other and the man himself was in front of you again.

How is he so fast?

“Shall we start then?” he prompted gently, licking his lips. The action had to be unconscious - had to be - it couldn’t be deliberate… The double meaning of his question made your heart pound and heat pool in your stomach.

“Y-yes!”

You quickly passed by him, attempting to breathe normally - through your mouth, his cologne too intoxicating to ignore, so you eliminated the source of influence - and fiddling with your camera settings. You re-checked everything, even though you knew it was set to your usual to start with, and glanced up at him.

Rengoku assumed an effortlessly sexy position, manspreading on the comfortable couch in his suit. Your mouth went dry. Dear gods, however would you survive today?

Pose after pose after pose, different settings, different lighting, and slowly undressing. The topic for the photoshoot was ‘Tease’ and Kyojuro - he had told you to call him that after you addressed him Rengoku-san one too many times (“Rengoku-san is my father!” he laughed heartily, loudly.) - Kyojuro? He was perfect at strip-teasing.

His figure was a sculpture - too flawless, nearly eldritch in its magnificence - giving off the feeling of being slightly… off. It was strange, an untrained eye wouldn’t notice, but you did. Your eyes took him in, each dip and hair and freckle perfectly symmetrical and neat. Unnatural.

Yet alluring all the same.

You had never in your life seen a body that called to you as much as his. Saliva pooled in your mouth, to your shame, and you used the excuse of playing with the focus on your camera to oogle him.

Stop it! Work now, admire later!

“Like something you see?” A foxy grin spread across his handsome face, too many teeth though he appeared perfectly normal. “Take a picture, it will last longer.”

You had to take a sip of your water to hopefully cool down your cheeks. Contrary to your wishes, a molten heat spread in your belly when you looked back at him.

Kyojuro was a dangerous specimen.

A fog settled over your mind as you both tried to remain professional - at least you did. His heated gaze seemed to be aimed at you, not the camera. He had to be seducing you! Another sip of your water proved unsuccessful in cooling you off again, though you maintained an illusion of nonchalance.

When you had to demonstrate the pose you wanted him to do, you caught a whiff of his natural scent - somehow cloyingly sweet yet musky, so thick it stuck to the roof of your mouth. It should be an unpleasant smell but it was addicting. You discreetly swallowed to get more of him on your tongue as you watched him assume the exact same position you showed him.

Fuck… Any person would be lucky to call Kyojuro theirs, or rather, for Kyojuro to call them his. You felt he was more of the possessive type - especially for a shiny thing such as a lover.

You had to dispel such thought from your mind. Why did you even think of that? The whole situation was so odd, surreal. Your brain filled with ways Kyojuro could claim you on that sofa, ways you could claim him.

Another alluring grin - for the camera? for you? His teeth were blindingly white - were his canines a little more prominent than normal? His eyes set on you - him with you, him under you, him above you-

No!

A deep breath.

What was happening to you?

The hum reverberated from the back of his throat into your spine, even at the distance you two were at.

Kyojuro was down to his slacks - belt unbuckled, zipper unzipped - his legs thrown over the backseat of the sofa, his body laying on the seats, his head upside down and his hair a waterfall of fire. Even in such a compromising position - with you standing scarcely a few feet away - it was you who was at his mercy.

It was the last shot of that day. Once you got it, you remained where you were, speechless. What could be said? ‘You seduced me, take responsibility’? No. ‘Thank you for your hard work, let’s never see each other again’? No.

You forced yourself to glance at the clock on the wall. It was… already evening? You hadn’t felt even a twinge of hunger in your belly, nor had your model protested at all. Models were usually the whiniest babies on Earth, what-?

You looked back at where Kyojuro should be sitting only to be met with his bare chest.

What?

He leaned in closer, his eyes near glowing, hypnotizing. His otherworldly charm settled over your mind, inducing a haze, as you took in the sweet smell of purely him, your body was pulled closer into his by powers foreign to your senses. He was so…

“Would you be so kind and accompany me to dinner, sweetling?” his voice was barely above whisper, a fact rather than a question.

You found yourself nodding, swallowing down another mouthful of saliva that gathered from having his undivided attention on you.

“It’s settled then. We eat and then I feast… on dessert.”

Kyojuro licked his lips, a bright gleam of too large canines catching your eye.

“I’m sure you will taste exquisite.”

dividers by @hitobaby network: @enchantedforest-network

AN: To be honest, I struggled with myself to post it because I feel like it's not good enough... ANYGAYS - I intended Kyo to be a fae but who knows~ he could be a vampire too~

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro x you #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic

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