pink - jinshi x reader
Jinshi groans, soul slipping past his lips as he rests his head in his hand on the table, grumbling. Mushrooms are growing on his head, and at this rate, and it would interfere with the banquet. One of the courtesans push for you to attend to him, and you blink at how familiar he looks.
You hold the teapot, getting onto your knees as you blink. "More tea?"
"Leave me be." He grumbles.
You reach to brush his hair to the side. "...Master Jinshi?"
Jinshi looks up at you, eyes wide.
"...servant."
"Okay, for starters, I'm not—"
His hand reaches for your wrist as you pull back.
"You won't... let me touch you?"
"Kind customer, please refrain from touching the courtesans." You smile, eyes closed.
"You're giving me a customer service smile." He pauses. "Wait. Courtesan? Are you..."
"Yeah. What about it?" You lie without blinking, and you yelp as he falls backward, eyes spinning.
You catch him, eyes going wide as he reaches for you, thumb brushing your bottom lip, smearing your lipstick. He smiles up at you, his thumb brushing his own lip now, the pink from your lips smudging on his. Your neck snaps to look to the side, ears burning.
"Want me to buy you?" He hums, fingers playing with your hair.
"Wow, master." You tilt your head to look at him again, smirking. "you would do that for me?"
"Only for you." He winks, charm flying off of his face as your friends all gasp behind you. Jinshi has a face that could kill thousands.
You shudder. "Gonna buy me as a wife or as a courtesan?"
Jinshi pretends to think, tapping his chin as he looks to the side.
"Wife or courtesan... I wonder." He hums.
"Anything below wife would warrant a death sentence from them." You point back at the other courtesans.
"Well, of course it would to be to buy you as my wife." He sits up, holding your face in place as his lips brush yours. "I love you too much to make you a courtesan."
"Love is a heavy word, Jinshi-sama." You deadpan.
"Which weighs perfectly into this situation." He hums. "Can I have a—"
You push yourself off of him, stepping back and standing up. "Please make the payment as soon as possible. Much honor, master."
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black heels | kuroo tetsurou
after hearing his knock, you open the door. your heart pounds at the sight of him, as if it wasn’t pounding enough at just the mere thought of him.
“hi,” he says, just above a whisper.
you watch as tetsu’s lips slightly part and his hands, occupied with a small bouquet of red roses, drop just barely noticeable.
taking a deep breath, you bring yourself to meet his eyes, heart fluttering as you take in the sight of him in a white button-up and black slacks that fit him oh-so-well. his mouth moves but no sound comes out.
“you look uh-” he utters, face flushed as he brings one arm up to rub the back of his neck. his eyes moves erratically around your body as if he’s in a rush to see all of you. “really good. no, really pretty..?”
you can’t help but grin at his unprecedented nervousness. “you don’t really sound sure,” you chip back.
“oh i’m sure,” he insists. “i- uh, got you some flowers.” he slowly extends his arm, waiting for you to accept them.
you reach out, and the plastic crinkles as you carefully grasp the rose stems.
“thank you,” you whisper, smiling into the flowers. it’s only been a few seconds since you’ve seen him and your cheeks already ache from all the smiling.
“mm” he hums. “you also look taller”
“oh,” you look down at your feet and lift your right foot to show him your new black heels. “i’m wearing heels”
he has so much thoughts about your heels whirling in his head, he can’t possibly settle on just one reply, so he simply replies, “they’re cute.”
“it’s easier for you to reach me now too,” you beam.
“mm” he hums, his lips slowly turn into a smirk as he quips back, “but they still make you so much shorter than me”
not having a decent comeback to his comment, you just glare at him and turn around to find a vase for your roses. seeing your reaction, he laughs and follows you inside, both of your hearts warmer than when you first saw each other.
~~~
you were fine for the first two hours, but now, getting out of his car and back to your apartment is going to be a lot more painful on your feet than you hoped. your heels fit you well, but you can only walk for so much in heels for one day.
after getting out of his car, you shut the door and mentally check to make sure you have your clutch, phone, and jacket. remembering that tetsu walks much faster than you, you quickly begin to walk back into your apartment building before he can catch your scrunched up face thanks to your aching feet.
before you left your apartment, he had inquired about your comfort and asked if you were sure you didn’t want to bring sneakers. not wanting him to think you couldn’t handle being in heels, you insisted that you were completely fine.
now, he trails behind your slightly limping figure with an amused expression on his face.
“...you sure you’re okay in those?” he asks worriedly, and you don’t have to turn around to catch the slightly amused smile on his face.
“‘m fine” just a couple more steps and stairs to go, you think to yourself.
tetsu quickly catches up to you and hovers his arm over you, as if to lend you support but not sure if you want it. “i could ... give you a piggyback ride,” he offers.
you look up at him with faux annoyance. “dummy, my dress will ride up”
“ah, right...” he utters. he looks around your apartment complex and at the shadows of you two caused by the lamp posts beside the sidewalk. “if you weren’t in pain, i would have said i told you so much earlier”
you open your mouth to reply but he quickly adds, “why don’t i carry you like ...y’know like how the groom carries the bride in weddings?”
you stop, turn around and watch as he blinks at you, waiting for a response. “okay,” you smile.
and that’s how you ended the night being carried bridal style by your boyfriend who made you swore you’d let him bring you sneakers to change into the next time you’re out in heels.
~~~
later that night:
“i don’t mind carrying you, but i’d rather carry you under circumstances where your feet aren’t in pain”
“mm...do you like me in heels?”
“i do, it’s fun to see you indulge in being a few inches taller than you normally are”
“...you like being taller than me way too much”
“it’s not a crime,” he shrugs
“...do you ever wish you were taller?”
“i think all volleyball players have wished that they were taller. i don’t think there’s a ‘tall enough’ in volleyball. but i like my height, probably because i’m used to it. why, am i not tall enough for you?”
“more like too tall for me..”
“that a problem?”
“you know it’s not”
“...do you like me being taller than you?”
“i do”
“hmm i can tell”
“what is that supposed to mean?”
“...”
“tetsu, what was that supposed to mean, hm?”
“just that i’ve caught the way your tone of voice sounds like bragging when you told your family how tall i am”
“...have you been eavesdropping??”
“kinda hard not to when you were calling right in front of me”
“...”
“why so quiet, baby?”
“m just tired”
“from walking in heels all night?” again, you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “for the record, i like you in heels. a subject to make fun of you for and an excuse to carry you?? what could be better?”
“good night”
“i love you too, babe”
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𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞
steve harrington/eddie munson
for @steddiemicrofic's january prompt: hole, 404 words.
ft. flirting, sexual innuendo | T rating
read on ao3
“That’s just perfect.”
Steve stares at his rapidly flattening tire, and the culprit just behind the car. He loosens his tie, irritated.
It’s not that Steve can’t change a tire—he doesn’t have a spare.
Robin’s house is a couple of streets over. Sighing, he begins the walk there to call his mechanic.
“No answer,” Steve announces dejectedly as he walks back into Robin’s livingroom and flops down in her armchair, huffing.
The dramatics are a little much, but Robin bites her tongue. No need to kick the man while he’s down (not a rule she always conforms to).
“I know a guy who could help,” she says instead. “My cousin’s friend.”
Steve perks up. “Is he good?”
Robin bites her tongue again, this time fighting a grin. “Oh, he’s somethin’.”
Thirty minutes later, there’s a mechanic named Eddie in her livingroom. Steve supposes he looks exactly as expected—grey coveralls, arm tattoos, hands stained but washed (Steve knows, he shook one, with the hand that wasn’t clutching a cup of tea).
However, Eddie also has long hair tied in a loose bun, and the warmest smile. It lights up his eyes and Steve barely knows where to look.
Robin’s in the kitchen doorway, both hands on her own tea mug.
“So. Popped a tire?” asks Eddie. “How’d that happen?”
“Hole.”
Steve flushes when he hears Robin snort.
Eddie’s grinning from ear-to-ear. “Hole?”
“P-pothole,” Steve clarifies quickly. “I went over a… a big pothole.”
Eddie contemplates that, tongue between his teeth and looking Steve up and down, before he says, “Yeah, it’s amazing what a hole can do to you.”
Steve splutters into his tea. It goes up his nose a little, kind of fucking hurts. Robin barely keeps a lid on her laughter, knowing Steve won’t thank her for it.
“Eddie, you’re gonna kill him. Quit flirting.”
“Sorry! Right. Where’s the car?”
He keeps his comments to himself throughout the tire change, even though he really wants to wind up the cute guy in the nice suit with the nice car.
Steve pays him there and then, cash plus tip, but Eddie rejects the tip.
“Keep that. Since I almost killed you back at the house.”
Steve blushes. “You caught me off-guard.”
Eddie can’t resist. “I tell it like it is! Gotta know your way around a hole or you might blow, big boy.”
There’s no tea this time, but Steve still manages to choke.
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Dracula with Jonathan and Van Helsing with Seward is like
Old Man sucks Young Man's blood (to renew his own life) vs Young Man sucks Old Man's blood (to save the other's life)
Jonathan feverishly raves about "poison and blood" in the aftermath, and Van Helsing says Seward had sucked "the poison of the gangrene".
There are contrasts in their power dynamics. Dracula is always dominant the one in control of "my good friend Jonathan" at the castle, until his fateful day. Dracula loudly claims him twice "...belongs to me!" "...is mine!".
Contrast with Van Helsing and "my good friend John" in Amsterdam. Seward was also away from home with a man older and with power over him. But there was never abuse of that power imbalance, but from that blood drinking a bond was created until they met again as equals. There is false love vs. real love.
(this won't the last time poison in blood is talked about, or blood drinking between an old man and a young man occurs)
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