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captainsophiestark · 5 months

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Like A Damn Disney Prince

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Prompt: Aphrodite; Love, Passion, Beauty, Desire, Rose

Summary: Elijah asks the girl of his dreams to accompany him to the Mikaelson ball.

Word Count: 1,396

Category: Fluff

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"Just a second!" I called at the sound of the doorbell. I set down the whisk and the bowl of brownie batter I'd been working on, then quickly wiped my hands before heading to the door. I peeked outside to see who it was and found none other than Elijah Mikaelson standing there, dressed impeccably in a suit as always and with his hands behind his back. I smiled, trying to ignore my racing heart as I opened the door.

"Hi Elijah," I said. He smiled as soon as he saw me, and my heart thumped a little harder than before.

"Hello, Y/N. It's lovely to see you," he said. With that, he brought his hands out from behind his back and held out a rose to me, along with a nice manila envelope. "For you."

"Oh my goodness, thank you," I said, reaching out to take both items from him. He'd brought me an actual rose, while wearing a suit. Like a Disney prince.

"The letter is an invitation to a ball my mother has decided to throw. She asked us each to find a date, and I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather go with."

"Oh my gosh, Elijah! I... I don't know what to say."

"How about... yes?"

I beamed, holding the rose and the letter a little tighter to my chest.

"Yes. Absolutely yes, I'd love to go with you. I'm so happy you asked."

He smiled. "Excellent. I'd offer to pick you up, but my dear sister beat me to that request. She wanted me to ask you if you'd like to go dress shopping and get ready with her in, say, an hour?"

"Absolutely," I replied with a grin. "Rebekah and I are due some girl time."

"Wonderful. Then I'll see you tonight."

Elijah reached out and took my hand, placing a soft kiss on the back of it before stepping away from me with a smile. My heart melted.

"Until we meet again."

With that, he turned and walked away. I watched him go, waving when he got into his car and gave me one last smile before driving off. I stood on my porch for a few more minutes after he'd gone, a dopey but happy smile on my face. I could already tell this night was going to be magical.

Rebekah showed up on my doorstep an hour later on the dot. She'd just finished asking Matt Donovan to be her date, and although she insisted she didn't have feelings for him I felt confident she was lying. Still, I didn't press her on it as we cruised the shops of Mystic Falls trying on every dress that caught our eye. Once we'd each found the one, we went back to my house to get ready.

"Oh. My. God. My brother is going to have his first heart attack in a thousand years."

Rebekah grinned at me as I twirled around the room in my literal ball gown, feeling just like a princess. We'd done each others' makeup and had gotten completely dressed, and now we were basically ready to go. After, of course, we properly hyped each other up.

"You really think so?" I asked, the heat rising to my cheeks. Rebekah nodded.

"I know so."

"Thanks, Beks. And Matt's absolutely gonna fall over at the sight of you, too."

"You're damn right he is," she said, flipping her hair over one shoulder and holding out her arm for me. "Now let's go, shall we?"

I smiled as I took her arm and the two of us headed out to the car. The last rays of sunlight still stretched over the town as we came to a stop outside Mikaelson Manor. Cars lined the street and every other available parking spot, the party already in swing as Rebekah and I arrived.

"I can hear your heart racing," said Rebekah with a smile as we walked up the steps side by side. I huffed.

"Great. Good to know my nerves will be loudly on display for any vampire in attendance."

"You don't need to be nervous."

She said the words as we came to a stop in the entryway, people pausing to look at us before carrying on with their evening. A little ways up the grand staircase in the middle of the room, I could see Elijah standing and talking to Klaus. When he glanced in my direction and first caught sight of me, however, he froze, mouth slightly open before a smile tugged its way onto his face. He said something to his brother, then started walking down the stairs and towards me.

"See? He's head over heels," said Rebekah, leaning in to whisper the words in my ear. I could hear the smirk in her voice. "I'll give you two some space."

With that, she disappeared into the crowd. A moment later, Elijah stood before me, looking even more handsome than usual (which I hadn't thought possible) in an immaculate tuxedo.

"I'm so glad you made it," he said, his words a bit breathless. He looked me up and down, his expression awed, and I smiled back at him. "You look... absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," I said, doing a little curtesy. Elijah grinned. "You look fantastic, too."

"You're very kind."

He paused, staring at me for another few moments, and despite the noise in the rest of the room I had a feeling he could hear my heart pounding. Finally, he held his arm out to me, grinning with a gleam in his eye.

"Come with me," he said. "I have a few people I'd like you to meet."

We made our way around the room, me holding tight to Elijah's arm as he at last introduced me to the rest of his family. I'd met Klaus and obviously Rebekah, but now I got to meet Kol, Finn, and his mother, too. I got the distinct impression his mother was up to something bad, and Elijah shared similar suspicions with me as we moved back into the crowd. But, for tonight, we decided to put every supernatural problem on hold and enjoy the magical evening together.

Finally, after a toast from the Original family themselves, it was time to take to the dance floor. Elijah immediately found me, offering a hand.

"May I have this dance?"

I smiled and took his hand. "Of course."

Elijah led me out onto the dance floor, twirling me into the dance's starting position amidst all the other couples. All kinds of different friends, foes, and otherwise interesting guests dotted the floor, but I ignored every single one of them. The rest of the room fell away as Elijah and I twirled into the first steps of the dance, eyes only for each other.

"I feel like I'm in a fairytale," I admitted, smiling as Elijah twirled me out and away from him before pulling me back into his chest. The look on his face sent warmth blooming through my chest.

"You certainly look the part of a fairytale princess."

I grinned, laughing a little and leaning my head on Elijah's chest. When I looked up again, I found him smiling at me, and in that moment I couldn't possibly have been happier.

"Says the literal Disney prince."

Elijah chuckled. "A Disney prince, hm?"

"Impeccable manners and honor, a true gentleman, handsome, dresses nice, and brought me a rose to ask me on a date? Yes. A Disney prince."

"I didn't realize I checked so many of the boxes."

"Easily."

"Well then, I'm very lucky to have found my princess."

I beamed at Elijah as the dance wound to an end, his arms wrapped tight around my waist as he held me to his chest. Slowly, just barely, he leaned down and glanced at my lips. I knew he wanted to take it slow for me, which I appreciated, but this was one thing I didn't want to take it slow on anymore.

"May I kiss you?" he muttered, voice low with only a few inches between us. I grinned.

"Hell yes."

"You know, I don't think Disney princesses swear-"

"Oh, shut up."

With that, I closed the distance between us and kissed Elijah, hard. He immediately returned the kiss, deepening it a little bit, although not too much since we were still in the middle of the dance floor. And just like in basically every Disney princess movie, in that moment, with Elijah, I knew I'd found my happily ever after.

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kalamataolivesssss · 2 years

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Luca x female reader

Luca can’t help but fall in love with rockers best friend who shows up with him as his plus one so he just wasn’t alone,she seemed like a day of ray of sunshine with a handful of sarcastic comments.

But he was the only one to see when someone lit fireworks she had went inside having followed her to see she had her head behind her knees covering her ears, he’s heard hondo talking about it but he’s never seen ptsd until now when she realizes the girl he was falling for served alongside hondo

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I love this! This is my first submission so go easy on me. Thanks for the submission @gekzbs

Going to change a few things: Our gal of the hour won’t have served with Hondo in Somalia, I was thinking Iraq or Afghanistan to make her more around Rocker’s age group. I’m also going to have them meet at Deac and Annie’s Vow renewals. And the afterparty had fireworks? I just rewatched that episode so it’s fresh in my brain. And the gif is from that episode. Luca in that suit >>>>>>

Warnings: Talk/description of Combat PTSD, Mild language, bad grammar cause I don’t proofread.

Luca x Female Reader

This is the dress I was picturing our [yn] in.

Luca had just finished helping Chris tie on name cards to all the chairs at the venue when the first guests started to arrive. Tan showed up with his new girl for everyone to meet. Mumford was next, some other of the 50 David team, and Annie and Deacon’s friends from church started trickling into the venue. Luca, being Luca, hopped around from group to group, talking with everyone, checking in, and making jokes as always. His heart stopped for a moment as the ultimate babe walked in next to Rocker. All tanned skin wrapped in a butter yellow dress.

That’s not Rocker’s wife. Luca thought to himself.

Rocker must have said something dumb, cause next thing Luca saw was her punching his shoulder and laughing at him. Her laugh lit up her whole face, it was mesmerizing for Luca to see. He decided to approach the odd pair. “Whoa there Rocker, not smart to bring a woman who isn’t your wife around here. People might be asking questions.”

Rocker was too stunned to speak, while he was trying to stutter out a reply, the girl in question stepped in. “I’d chop his balls off if he so much as looked at another woman, don’t worry.” She held out her hand for Luca to shake, “my name is [y/n]”

She’s sassy too. I love it. He took her hand and shook it, “named Luca. What are you doing here with a scrub like Rocker?”

Rocker finally found the words to speak. “She’s a friend of mine and [wife’s name], she just moved here about 4 months ago. [wife’s name] couldn’t come today so she thought this would be a good opportunity to have her introduced to some of our other friends.”

Luca smiled, “the more the merrier. Welcome to the party. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well. Do you work in SWAT with Donovan?”

Donovan rolled his eyes, “Nah, he’s on the other squad. Not as badass as ours.”

“Oh hold up hold up, If my memory serves me right, it was 20 David that won the Dusk Till Dawn race, not 50 David.”

[y/n] tipped her head back and cackled, “oh that’s rich.”

Luca smiled at her, “So how did you guys meet?”

“I teach self defense classes downtown that [wife’s name] goes to. We hit it off and we’ve been buddies since then.”

Over Luca’s shoulder, Mumford was calling for Rocker, “Shit, do you wanna go with me or..?”

“Nah, I’ll stay here, I’ll find you later Donvan.”

“Alright, Luca, behave.”

Luca rolled his eyes and shoved Rocker in Mumford’s direction, “get out of here already.”

She chuckled, “he’s so full of it sometimes.”

“All the time.”

She beamed a smile, “you’re right, all the time.”

“So what got you into self-defense?”

[y/n] shrugged, “Friend of a friend was looking for a new instructor, so I decided to make the move. I’m going to school to get my health and wellness degree before moving on to something else. I just kind of go with the flow now.”

“That’s the best way to go. Come on, I want to introduce you to some people.” Luca put his hand on her back as they maneuvered through the crowd, the silky fabric running through his fingers. She was phenomenal, quick witted and could dish it as well as receive it when talking to Luca’s friends.

When they got to Hondo he remarked on a tattoo she had on her left forearm. “How long did you serve for?”

What the hell is Hondo going on about? Luca looked between [y/n] and Hondo, she smiled at Luca and showed him her left forearm. A black snake was traveling along her arm, with the head ending just before the bend of her elbow. On the serpent's back the words ‘This We’ll Defend’ curved with its body. The slogan for the US Army. “I got it after my second tour in Iraq along with the rest of my squad.”

“That’s a sick design you got there. How long did you serve?”

“I did three tours in total before calling it 10 months ago. I never wanted to make a career out of the Army.”

Hondo nodded, “I get that. Ever think of police work?”

She shook her head, “I respect what you guys do, it’s brutal. I’m looking for something different for myself.”

Deacon yelled above the crowd, “alright everyone, Annie and Jessica just got here. Places everyone.” Everyone got to their seats, Luca sat himself right beside [y/n] not wanting to leave her side.

He leaned over to her and whispered, “have you ever been to one of these before?”

“No, but I’m assuming they’re like any other ceremony.”

After Annie announced that she was pregnant with her and Deacon’s fourth child the crowd cheered. [yn] looked up at Luca, “not that I’m assuming doesn’t happen often.” Luca tipped his head back and laughed at that.

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The afterparty was a blast. The venue had the classics blasting and [yn] and Luca danced together for most of the night, too caught up in each other to notice the knowing smirks among the 20 and 50 david teams.

Near the end of the event someone made an announcement for a small firework show that would take place in the next five minutes. If Luca wasn’t glued to [yn’s] side, he would have missed her tensing up. She nudged his shoulder, “I think it’s time to pack it in, I should go find Donovan so I have a ride back into town.”

“It is getting pretty late. I’ll help you find him.” Sure he was disappointed that she had to leave, but he was revving himself up to ask for her number, or what gym she worked at so he could see her again. As they moved through the crowd, the bright smile [yn] had been wearing all night disappeared into a look of worry. Luca’s brows furrowed, “you all good?”

[yn] kept looking around, searching for Rocker with no luck. “I’m fine Luca, I just -”

BOOM

Luca’s head snapped around to see the bright gold fireworks light up the night sky and spiral out among the stars. When he turned back around toward [yn] he couldn’t find her.

Where did she go?

Luca moved quickly through the mass of people, looking for a slip of yellow when he ran into Rocker. “Shit Luca, what happened to ‘keep your head on a swivel’?”

“Have you seen [yn]? She disappeared when the fireworks started. She was looking for you.”

Rocker shook his head, “no, I’ll check out here, go check inside of the venue. I’ll text you if I find her.”

Nodding he went inside the venue, searching between tables and looking in all the open doors he found. He was really starting to get worried when he heard sniffling coming from the last door. Approaching it slowly, Luca put his ear to the wall in time to hear another muffled cry. He all but tore the door open, all to look down and see [yn] with her back against the wall and knees tucked up to her chest.

PTSD? Luca’s mind was racing, trying to remember what Hondo had mentioned before.

“When I first got out, the smells, the sounds, the shockwaves, would put me in fight mode… and I love fireworks. It took some time - a few years maybe, before I could enjoy a fourth of July show with my mama again.”

Kneeling in front of her, he put his hands over hers that were muffeling her ears. He spoke as calmly as he could to her, “hey, [yn]? You’re safe, we’re at the venue remember? The sounds are only fireworks.”

[yn] finally looked up at him, tears still in her eyes, “this is not a combat zone.”

He shook his head, “we’re as far away as we can be.” He stood in front of her and held out his hands, “Come on, I’ll take you home ok? I’ll keep you safe.”

She sniffled and wiped at her eyes before putting her shaky hands in his. She’ll be ok. Luca will make sure of it.

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schreibertc · 3 years

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3. Going on set with him (and having fun :))

Warning : smut.

Ever since you knew there was going to be a Ray Donovan movie, you wouldn't stop begging your boyfriend to take you on set.

Normaly, people outside of the cast or the team weren't supposed to be on set as nothing about the movie should be leaked. But after a few weeks, Liev had finally managed to get the directors and the whole team to trust you.

You were so excited to meet everyone and to see your man in action.

You steppef into the building with Liev's hand tightly wrapped around your waist and smiled as you discovered the set. "It's impressive, honestly." You told your boyfriend who chuckled. "It is right?" He smiled at you and led you towards where everyone was gathered. He introduced you proudly to the whole cast before to lead you to his personal trailer.

"I need to get changed now." He told you before to get rid of his clothes and put on his Ray Donovan costume.

You spent the whole day hanging with some people who were very nice to you and watching Liev's scenes.

Around 6 pm, he finally came back to the trailer where you were waiting for him. You were sat in his make up chair and smiled as you saw him come in. "Hey babe." He said and walked to you before to place a soft kiss on your lips. "Why are you here alone? Did anything happen with the others?" He asked as he took a bottle of water from his fridge.

You shook your head and smirked at him as you turned the chair around. You looked into his eyes and spread your legs. The truth was you had always found him very attractive as Ray and seeing him like this live had turned you into a wet mess. You looked deeply into his eyes and bit your bottom lip. He instantly got the hint and smirked in return. Your tall boyfriend walked to the door and locked it before to drink some of his water without breaking eye contact with you.

Once he was done, he walked to you and didn't say a word. He simply kneeled down in front of you as your legs were still spread and it didn't take long until his hands found the button and zipper of your jeans. He opened them slowly and smirked as you bucked your hips towards him. "Be quiet or I'll stop." He said in a smirk and took your jeans off, only to reveal your white panties that were already soaked with your wetness. "God baby, you're so wet." He whispered and removed your panties too.

Soon enough, the cold air that blew against your womanhood was replaced by Liev's hot breath as he got close to your pussy. He looked into your eyes and all you wanted to do was to beg him to eat you out already as your hard clit hurt so much with desire. Just as if he had heard you, he pressed his big mouth against your vagina and started moving his tongue against your clit. You grabbed the make up chair and tried to keep your moans for yourself as you knew people were around, but that was very hard.

The older man's tongue was going up and down on your clit as he ate you out hungrily. His left hand was holding your left thigh while the other one sneaked under your shirt and massaged your breast. He felt that your nipple was so hard and smirked. "Don't moan." He told you before to start sucking on your clit. You threw your head backwards as you held onto the man's short pepper and salt hair, unconsciously pushing his head deeper into your pussy. You were almost there and he knew it. When he pinched your nipple between his large fingers, that's when you lost it and came hard. You had to place your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as your orgasm was so intense.

Once he was satisfied enough by your pleasure, he kept looking at you. "So, how is sex with daddy Ray?" He smirked in an amused way. You tried to catch your breath but before you could say anything, he was already unzipping his jeans. "Amazing." You finally managed to say. Once he freed his cock, you noticed how hard it was and licked his tip as you were just at the right level for this. He had to contain a groan too. "Fuck baby girl." He said and held your hair so that you would give him a quick blowjob before your fuck. You smirked as your hands landed on his hairy thighs and you bobbed your head back and forth on his hard cock. His legs slightly shook as you gave him so much pleasure.

After a few minutes, he couldn't take it anymore. Liev made you stand up and lay down on your tummy on the make up table. "Look at your face when you take my cock deeply into you." He smirked and lifted your head up by grabbing your hair as there was a mirror right in front of you. He positionned himself and gently slid into you. Your mouth opened as he did so, and so did his. "That's right baby girl, it feels good doesn't it?" He said as he started moving his hips.

Every thrust felt like pure bliss and was sending you both a little bit more towards your orgasm. "I'm going to cum for you." He warned you. He would usually pull out of you, but this time, you wanted to feel his seed deep into you. You reached behind you and held his thigh. "C-cum for me daddy." You moaned. He understood what you wanted instantly and moved his hips faster, which caused you to cum. When he felt your walls clench around his thick cock, he came hard. His orgasm was so intense and his cum felt so good inside of your cunt.

He collapsed on your back, not pulling out. His shirt was soaked with sweat and so was his forehead. You felt some drops of it drop on your back as he kissed it gently until he reached your neck. "I love you." He whispered in his shaky voice. You smiled to yourself as he said that.

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OKAY GUYS THIS IS IT. Tell me what you thought about it. I'm not used to write smut but I'm pretty proud of this one ! 🥰

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raydonovanhoe · 3 years

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Meeting Liev Schreiber at your workplace and becoming attached to him - Headcanon

Liev Schreiber x Reader

Summary: working at a bookstore and meeting Liev until you guys develop some kind of friendship

Warnings: none

A/N: sorry if it sucks, it's been ages since I wrote something

• Working at a traditional bookstore in New York got you used to some celebrity sightings some people would find it insane

• You often saw them pass by, walking their way to restaurants, coffee shops and any sorts of stores. But the coolest was when you had to help them at your job

• It was funny seeing celebs in real life because they often looked so different from their characters, some were nicer, other were a bit disappointing, but overall it was an alright interaction

• One of your favorites though, was Liev Schreiber. The guy was amazing!

• He was all big and bulk like everyone was used to on Ray Donovan, but he didn't look that angry all the time and, unlike Ray, he usually wore light clothes and his cute reading glasses that made him look both sweet and sexy

• Liev, had always loved reading, and he even tried his luck with online reading and purchasing a Kindle, but he was an old-school guy and liked the classic deal: the beautiful covers, the feel and smell of paper

• He was an avid reader, so you'd expect him at the store at least twice a month, but depending on the season, he'd be there every week

• Sometimes he would go with his kids and you'd get to witness his dad side, and nothing would melt your heart more than seeing that handsome big man being the sweetest and best dad ever

• Liev would read any kind of books, from thrillers to romance, bestsellers to the great classics and of course, he would also buy his kids whatever was in for teens in the editor world

• You helped him once by chance, he was waiting for a clerk when he overheard you explaining a synopsis to another customer, and he immediately enjoyed how soft-spoken and passionate about books you were

• Then, he waited for you to finish your sales and asked for your help. You blushed and smiled, trying to act cool and soon enough you were engaging in a friendly conversation about your favorite books and authors

• You recommended him some and he recommended you a few as well, and soon he was spending twice the amount of time he usually did, only for you to have a nice chat about books

• Liev liked the fact you treated him like a regular customer, well, not regular as it was pretty clear you liked him more than other people you helped at the store, but he never felt you were being too nosy or anything

• And of course, he would make sure to always add something else to his purchase, knowing most part of your wage was based on your commissions, so in his shopping bag you could easily find post-its, pens, markers and magazines he definitely didn't need, but still bought it so you'd get some extra money

• You were so used to each other, you began acting more like friends than having a professional relationship and it felt nice to the two of you

• You even went to grab lunch or coffee during your breaks and being seen together by paparazzi was no big deal

• You got to the point of seeing each other so frequently it just made part of your routine so when Liev told you he had got a part in a Hemingway adaptation movie and he'd be away in Italy for months, your heart broke

• You were happy for him, but you also felt upset, knowing you wouldn't see each other for so long and deep down you feared he'd forget about you

• You gave him a hug the last time you saw him before he flew to Venice. He was traveling the next day, but you told him how much you'd miss him and he replied he'd miss you too, also promising you'd see each other again soon.

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#liev schreiber #liev schreiber imagine #liev schreiber headcanon #liev schreiber x reader #ray donovan #actor #actor fiction #daddy

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 5 years

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I let go of you a long time ago

Second part of ‘Someone I can’t hold any more’

Y/n turns around to face her mother sitting in front caressing the silky fabric of the monumental dress. She looks at her mother feeling her happiness radiating. Y/n looks in front of her seeing a familiar face she din’t see in years, a face she always connected with one of her happiest memories filled with sweet kisses, dance sessions in the kitchen and intense passionate love-making.

Ray. Her Raymond.

Y/n’s face changes her smile lines dissapiering turning into a slightly shocked.

‘Is everything alright, darling?’ her mother breaks her daze.

‘Hmm, yes, yes, of course. I just thought I saw a friend.’ Y/n answers hurriedly.

Her mother nods and stands up hugging her tightly saying ‘Cold feet?’

Y/n chuckles shaking her head ’No, no.’

‘Good, then let’s get you out of the dress and buy it.’ her mother say realising her and walking to the saleswoman.

Later at the park

As Y/n walked around the park looking at her little dog running on the grass. As she walks she looks down at her ring, smiling.

'Y/n?'

A male voice brought her face up seeing Ray standing in front of her his suit a little ruffed up, on his face the little stubble she came to love so much.

'Ray. Hi.' she says awkwardly

He steps closer to her scenting her gentle perfume a smell he missed so DAMN MUCH. She looks at him noticing the curly hair chopped off and his face features decorated with wrinkles.

'You look... amazing.' Ray gulps the lump in his throat looking at his former girl looking much happier and younger than when she was with him.

'Congratulations.' he adds pointing at the ring.

'Thank you.' she smiles a little

'How are y...' 'I miss you, Y/n.' Ray just cuts her off saying the words he didn't know were boiling in him.

'Ray, please... Don't. We can't.'

Ray walks over to her tilting her head to meet her e/c (eye color) that looked like they hold the whole universe in them.

'Are you happy with him? More than then with me?' He asks his voice trembling

'Would it matter to you?' Y/n fires back holding her emotions locked inside her.

'Ray, we have split a long time ago. Went our separate ways. You are married and have kids, I'll get married soon. Maybe you and I were not...'

'Don't say it. You know it's not true.' Rays voice completely trembles as his facial features become sadder by the second.

'Meant to be.' Y/n finishes telling the lie they both need to hear.

'I let you go a long time ago.' Y/n smiles through her pain knowing well how emotional Ray can be.

Y/n's dog races back to her barking to put some steps in her walk.

She passes Ray before whispering 'The Ray I know would have his shit together.'

As she walks away despite the hard rejection he feels better, emotionally. They were destined to meet again not to be lovers but to remove from each other the weight that held them back. Ray smiles remembering the words he will NEVER forget.

'The Ray I know would have his shit together.'

'Damn right.'

❤Hope you enjoyed it.❤

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just-your-emo-sensei · 2 years

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Now request for "characters x reader and roleplay"

Fandoms and characters I will do goes as the following:

(yes I will add more later on)

Horror Movies Slashers:

Michael Myers(the original series not RZ)

Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden(1981 or 2009)

Ghostface(Billy Loomis or Stu Macher)

Freddy Krueger

Video Games:

Dead by Daylight

Stardew Valley

Super Smash bros

Cartoons Characters:

The Real Ghostbusters

Peter Venkman

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Winston Zeddemore

From the Episode "Flip side"

Flip Peter

Flip Ray

Flip Egon

DC Characters:

Batman

Superman

Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)

Flash

Vigilante

Sun Haven:

Guys:

Jun

Wornhardt

Donovan

Darius

Claude

Liam

Vaan

Nathaniel

Girls

Anne

Kitty

Catherine

Iris

Lucia

Lynn

Xyla

Anime shows:

Naruto

Sakura

Kisame

Deidara

Konan

Kakuzu

Hidan

Sasior

Tobi

Pein

Itachi

My Hero Academia

Deku

Bakugo

Todoroki

Kirishima

One Piece

Luffy

Zoro

Here's a master list if you want something from here:

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mariesdameron · 3 years

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Can I Stay?

Llewyn Davis x F!Reader// Friends to Lovers

Based on the song 'Can I Stay?' by Ray Lamontagne

Read 'Let it Be Me' with Llewyn Davis inspired by the Ray Lamontagne song.

CW: Smoking, Drinking, Homelessness, Bar, Slight angst, Depression (mention), Sexual Content

WC: 4,656

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Number three. You were number three on the Llewyn Davis's rotation of couches. You had been number five, but you had been promoted to your current placement after many late nights spent over whisky on the floor of your living room. Llewyn strumming mindlessly on his guitar as you both spoke of your childhood, regrets, and hopes for the future.

- - - -

You had moved to New York within the last two years, looking to start a new chapter in your life. You decided to leave behind the broken marriage and sordid past in the dumpster of a small town you had grown up in. Luckily for you, you easily slid into a server job at a small bar in the village. It wasn't bad for your first job in the city. It was a safe harbor for aspiring and failed musicians alike. This was where you met Llewyn.

You remembered the first night you heard him sing. It was relatively slow that evening; only a few regulars mulled around. Several unknowns bungled on stage, setting you up for a numbing headache. It wasn't that you didn't like folk music, but many of the voices that came into the bar sounded the same, raspy and whiney, definitely no Bob Dylan's hiding in this muck.

The stage had been empty for a good hour, much to your relief, when you saw him, strolling through the tables, guitar case in hand. You rolled your eyes; there went your solitude. Looking around the bar, you realized it was deserted. Dropping your tray on the empty table, you sat down and slid off your flats.

You decided to take pity on the guy. Playing in a near-empty room did little for anyone's self-esteem. You eyed the man on the stage carefully as he got himself ready. His attire was what you expected from the folk scene, a worn corduroy jacket paired with a charcoal collared button-up underneath.

His standout feature was his full head of dark curls. You watched as he picked the strings on his worn instrument, his head bent as his fingers worked deftly. His voice, deep and smooth, sounded from his chest, and your eyes grew. He was good; no, he was better than good. He was awe-inspiring.

Emotion saturated every key. You rubbed at the goosebumps that spread up and down your arms. Glancing around the establishment, you expected to see the rest of the room entranced. To your astonishment, the few were busy nursing their liquor in front of them instead of paying attention to the rich melody from this curly-haired Nick Drake.

You let yourself get carried away with each tune, mesmerized by the way the man's face contorted and evolved with every minute, occasionally stopping only to light a cigarette between melodies.

The hand on your shoulder snapped you from your haze. The bartender spoke to you softly to pack up for the night. Hesitantly you turned your back to the music and finished your shift.

- - - -

You gripped your bulky purse on your shoulder as you made your way towards the subway. Walking through the city after dark was something you still were not accustomed to. You resolved that it probably would never be something of joy for you.

As you tapped the pedestrian light, you turned and noticed the curly-haired man from the bar jogging towards you. You cleared your throat and tucked your hands in your coat pockets as he stood breathless next to you.

You felt his eyes on you as you both made your way across the street and down the stairs to the trains. He was keeping quite the proximity to you, and it was starting to make you agitated. You stopped in front of your line, taking a deep breath. You turned and addressed him.

"Can I help you?" Your voice sounded surprisingly firm, and you were thankful.

The man shifted on his feet, setting the guitar down carefully. He ran his hand through his waves, his dark eyes attempting to not lock with your gaze.

"I am not a sociopath or anything. I swear. I just recognized you from the bar. I am not following you; I am heading to a friend's place." You bit down on your lip as the man's eyes finally met yours. He was more attractive closer up than on stage. You scolded yourself mentally before nodding to him.

"Okay, good. As long as you're not a sociopath." You said with a smirk as the train halted in front of you. He shuffled close behind you as you entered and took a seat; you motioned to the empty seat to your left. A reluctant smile spread over his face as he nestled himself into the spot.

The next thirty minutes felt like an hour but in the best possible way. Llewyn, you had learned, had been playing guitar since he was five and had been up and down the east coast in attempts to be signed by a successful label.

He had all the stories of a typical starving artist, couch surfing through a list of close friends and fellow struggling musicians. He customarily had no more than twenty dollars in his pocket and had a chain-smoking problem. You filled him in on how new you were to the city and divulged that you hadn't had a chance to meet many people. You heard your stop announced over the staticky speaker. You motioned towards the door.

"That's me." You both stood at once. "Oh? Is it yours also?" You cocked your head as he hurried out with you.

"It is. I didn't say earlier. I didn't want to, ya know... Freak you out." He said, a slight smirk dancing on his lips. You felt a rush of warmth spread over your face as you saw him light up. You got the feeling Llewyn wasn't a particularly cheerful sort of guy. His face looked years younger when he smiled.

"Well, I guess I will see you around?" You left your sentence hanging, shamefully hoping you would get to hear his soulful voice again. He shrugged and agreed simultaneously.

"I think so, yeah." He said, shifting on his feet, his energy now more awkward than before. "I will see you around." He said as he pulled a cigarette from his jacket. Turning, you started in the direction of your apartment.

You heard your name from behind; Llewyn walked towards you, a cloud of smoke following him. "I should at least walk you home. If that's okay with you? It's kind of late." You studied his face, the lines near his eyes, the sharpness of his jaw still prominent under his scruffy dark beard.

"Well... As long as you promise not to kill me. I guess it will be okay." Llewyn busted out in laughter, shaking his head.

"Sure, I'll do my best."

- - - -

You dropped the plastic tote and grocery bags onto the kitchen table. After a few minutes of shuffling around, you grabbed the tote and carried it into the living room. Llewyn had been rotating stays at your house for the last couple of months. After your first encounter, you both struck up an instant friendship.

You were cautious at first, unsure of his intentions. However, after talking with many patrons around the bar, you found that he was still pining over another. This closed the doors of temptation and romantic inklings.

Despite the occasional lingering glance, you had done a decent job checking your attraction. After all, Llewyn was a rather interesting fellow to keep company with, and you lacked friends. You walked over to the tattered box that was dismally stuffed between your bookshelf and wall.

All of Llewyn's belongings resided in that box. The first few months of him rotating through, he would bring it to the next location. As of late, he had been leaving all of his worldly possessions with you. After many months of staring at its pathetic state, you decided to replace it with something a bit sturdier; a plastic tote.

Carefully, you started to remove the items, one by one. The box seemingly was mostly records; there was the expected Dylan, Donovan, and Cohen. Surprisingly, Carolyn Hester and June Carter Cash. Skimming over the tracks, you noticed a corner of a photograph peeking under the cover. With a shake, the picture slipped into your hand. Looking back at you was the cutest ringlets and babe face that you had ever seen. You audibly sighed as emotion washed over you.

Sliding it back in its place, you started filing the records in its new home when a series of familiar knocks hit your door. You weren't expecting Llewyn that night. Jumping up, you jogged to the door. Llewyn greeted you with a weak smile, his eyes tired and hair wet, clinging to his forehead.

Wiping his hair from his face, you stepped back and let him inside. Walking to him you realized he was drenched through his jacket. He turned and shrugged his coat off, draping it on the back of your kitchen chair.

"It started pouring like five minutes from your place. Because, of course." He waved his hands in front of him as he shook off his shoes. You skipped to and from the bathroom for towels. Llewyn rubbed his head as he entered the living room. "Why are my records on the floor?" Llewyn questioned, walking towards the pile.

"Well, as you can see, I was trying to transfer said 'pile' into 'said' tote. I wasn't expecting you." Pausing, you moved towards the records. Llewyn stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

"Nope. I got it. Thanks for the tote, though." He smirked, picking up an album. Dropping the towel to the floor, he started to fiddle with your record player. As soon as the song hit your ears, a grin spread over your face. Llewyn smiled softly and pulled his cigarettes from his pocket. "I haven't listened to this one in a while. You can't beat Dylan and Cash." He hummed, placing a cigarette between his lips.

Pointing to the window, you bent over and grabbed the towel. Before you could walk away, Llewyn grabbed you by the hip, swaying playfully along to the melody. Tucking his unlit cigarette behind his ear, Llewyn tugged at the towel, letting it drop to the floor. Your body responded intuitively to the music that called to you as Llewyn drew you to his chest. This was unexpected. You were comfortable around each other; physical touch wasn't completely random, but this was different. Llewyn's deep brown eyes studied your face as he began to croon.

"I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.

Many times I've often prayed.

In the darkness of my night

In the brightness of my day."

His voice never failed to transcend you into a state of calmness. Your body relaxed as his arms encased you. Llewyn closed his eyes as he continued to sing, his face migrating closer. His forehead brushed against yours. Suddenly your nose was filled with the distinctive spicy fragrance of whisky. The smashing impact of reality snapped you from the touching moment. Shaking your head, you swallowed down the sadness creeping up your throat. You resented that you allowed yourself to entertain this minute of tenderness. Llewyn tilted his head as he rustled the last lyrics.

"What?" He hummed as you began placing distance between you.

"What are we avoiding tonight, Llewyn?" You challenged as you clutched the towel and went towards the bathroom. Llewyn ran his hand through his curls and lit a cigarette. "Window!" You shouted as you walked back into the living room. Llewyn raised his hands in protest before he opened the window and huddled on the floor. You crossed your arms defensively, trying to shake the feelings of his embrace and how easily you just fell into it.

"It's been a night…." Llewyn muttered as smoke curled from his nose. You nodded knowingly. Llewyn had been stumbling around the last couple of months in and out of whisky benders. Typically, you had no trouble offering up affirmations and positivity; tonight wasn't one of those nights.

"Okay?..." You breathed, frustrated. Grimacing, he waved his hand in the air.

"What is your problem?" He huffed, suddenly searching through his pockets. Dropping yourself onto your couch, you shielded yourself with a pillow. You needed to get it fucking together.

"Nothing, just checking in… You weren't supposed to be here tonight." Llewyn pulled out a slip of paper and threw it on the coffee table. "Another person to add to the rotation?" You bit the inside of your cheek. There was no mistaking the saltiness in your tone. Llewyn was apparently oblivious to your annoyance.

"The new address and phone number of my unknown child and their mother." He drew a long inhale of his cigarette. Whatever remaining negativity that resided inside of you dissolved. Llewyn had only just found out he had a child right before you met him. It was something that he grappled with frequently, but on occasion, it would consume him, leading to many nights of him staring at the bottom of a bottle. Intuitively, you slid down the couch towards him.

"And? What now?" Your question was hushed and gentle. Llewyn stared down at the floor for a few moments before taking another drag. You ignored the fact that he was missing the window entirely.

"Nothing...What would I even say? Or better yet, what would I do?" His voice shook with the last sentence. Llewyn's tongue darted over his bottom lip. Standing, he crumpled his cigarette in the tin can that he kept under the windowsill. "Would you want a homeless loser of a father who sang to drunks for a measly twenty bucks?" Running his hand through his hair his eyes found yours.

"Is it okay if I am here?" The weight of his gaze laid heavy on your heart. The pain radiating off him was immeasurable.

"Of course. Always." You answered with a genuine smile and nod of the head. Llewyn's face winced at your expression before his walls slammed down. The change showed in his body language almost instantaneously. There would be no more talking now. He had retreated further inside of himself.

Purposely, you stood and wrapped your arms around his center. He stood quietly, letting you hug him before he locked you to his chest in an embrace. "It won't always be like this, my friend." You hummed into his chest. Llewyn's arms stiffened in response before he released you.

"Yeah..." His eyes said differently as he attempted a feeble smile. Kissing your forehead, he turned and started making up the couch for bed. You wanted to linger, make him understand that he was meant for more than what life was currently serving him.

Llewyn turned knowingly and shook his head. "It's late. Sleep well, sweetheart." You observed him for a second before walking to your bedroom: your soul and heart aching.

- - - -

"Seriously, how could you let it get like this? It's a rat's nest." Your hand dropped from Llewyn's hair as you went back to counting your tips from the night. The bar had closed for the night, and Llewyn was strumming his guitar and nursing a scotch as you wrapped up your nightly duties.

"Do I strike you as someone who gives a shit about their hair?" He scoffed before pausing to write in his notebook. The notebook he refused to let you see. He said someday the contents would be taught in music classes, long after he was dead. Fame after death was a real aspiration of his. You rolled your eyes.

"You try too hard to be cool. You aren't that mysterious." You roughed up his curls and untied your apron, pocketing the chunk of change left from patrons. "I'll cut it for you. You are staying over anyways." Llewyn exhaled loudly before a smirk replaced his scowl.

"I said I don't care about my hair. I didn't say I wanted to be walking around half bald." Laughing at his own pathetic attempt at a joke, he started packing up his guitar. "Sure, why the hell not?" Llewyn shot the rest of the scotch down before turning to you. "Shall we?" He put his hands on your shoulders and led you out of the bar.

- - - -

Llewyn sat in the middle of your kitchen, a towel draped around his shoulders. The bright white overhead caused his eyes to strain after hanging in the depths of the nightclub all day.

"I don't think I've had a kitchen cut since I was a kid." Knocking your knee against his legs, you motioned for him to spread out. Smirking, he did, and you positioned yourself directly in front of him.

Carefully, you began trimming. Llewyn contently focused on your face, observing you as you nibbled your bottom lip with each snip. As you worked through his hair, you began to hum mindlessly.

Llewyn grinned, waiting before he joined you in song. His voice pulled you from your trance. His soothing voice washed over you. And suddenly, you were very aware of his closeness and your fingers in his curls.

Your eyes caught his gaze. Clearing your throat, you drew your focus back to his tresses. A tiny pleased sigh exhaled from Llewyn as your fingers passed over his scalp. Without thinking, wanting to hear more of his little noises, you began stroking his head.

Llewyn shut his eyes and began to hum again as his hands migrated to your hips. You breathed deeply as his fingers smoothed against you, rubbing circles, his eyes still closed as he carefully drew you closer.

Nuzzling his head into your stomach, Llewyn enveloped you in an embrace. Tucking the scissors in your jeans, you wiped Llewyn's hair from his forehead, prompting him to turn his face upwards, his deep brown eyes earnest and absorbing.

"How happy it would make me to see your face when I awake.." Llewyn purred into your stomach before standing abruptly. His hands darted to your face as he seized your mouth in a kiss. You dissolved. The scent of scotch and cigarettes bewildered your senses as he swept kisses along your jaw before seeking out your lips again.

The desire that you had been burying since the moment you met Llewyn surged. Your fingers frantically found the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his warm skin. A smile crept over Llewyn as your fingertips pressed into his back. He had unclasped your bra before you understood what was happening. His hands effortlessly cupped your breasts, stirring a moan from you. Seemingly this was precisely what was needed to set the moment ablaze.

Llewyn shifted you to the wall, tearing at your jeans. His face flushed as he continued to kiss you while freeing both of your pants. Your thoughts were hazy, high off of his touch. Llewyn's hands were everywhere all at once. And then he stopped, stepping backward, breathing heavily. Llewyn shook his head and pulled on his pants. The realization that you were entirely stripped, panic rushed over you, suddenly exposed and feeling self-conscious.

What just transpired? And why did it end? Llewyn glimpsed over at you, his eyes cloudy, his mouth drawn into a frown. He snatched up your top and pants and handed them to you before turning his back to you and walking into the living room. Dressing quickly, you followed behind him.

"Llewyn?" You sounded as he danced his shoes on. "Where are you going? You are just going to leave?" You huffed, the anger rising in your chest. He was not about to just walk out of the door after groping you down in your kitchen. Llewyn turned, uneasiness radiating off of him. He opened his mouth to speak before stopping and fumbling out a cigarette.

"This" He motioned his hand between you. "Can't happen, He mumbled. Your thoughts raced in confusion and anger.

"What do you mean, this can't happen? It was happening just fine to me. You seemed like you were okay with it..." You could hear your confidence faltering, the fear of rejection bubbling up. Were you about to get blown off by this man that you had confided in late into the night, drunk and emotional, the man that slept a couple of feet from your head? Your friend? Llewyn groaned and ran his hand through his waves.

"I was okay with it... Jesus." Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, he lit his cigarette. You snapped your fingers at him, shaking your head. "Fuck, really?" He snorted before storming to the windowsill and discarding the cigarette into the can. "Look, it's just not a good idea. You..." he hesitated, his nostrils flared as he scrubbed his hand over his face. "I am a fucking loser babe, you know it, I know it. You deserve someone that at least has an apartment." Fussing with his hair again, he started back to the door. You angrily dived in his way.

"No, no. Stop. I get to decide what or who I want in my life. And it doesn't ma-" Llewyn raised his hand to stop you.

Grimacing, he uttered. "It does matter. It matters a lot. Your friendship means something. You mean something." He paused. "I am going." His dark eyes pleaded for you to listen. You moved back, letting Llewyn walk past. You didn't turn to look and listened for the closing of the door before allowing your tears to fall.

- - - -

Part of you prayed that Llewyn would skip tonight's gig. You weren't in the mood to play nice with him, and you certainly weren't feeling very chatty. You had spent the entire night going over the events of that evening. The taste of his lips, the warmth of his touch, and the way you so quickly gave yourself over to him. You felt stupid, like a schoolchild that was caught writing his name in your journal. It made you furious to think that Llewyn was attempting to take the 'just friends' road.

He was the one that kissed you. He had to have known that you had feelings for him. How many weekends did you spend bopping around record stores with him? How many nights of eating snacks and watching old movies? You got him the very spot that he plays in for this establishment. You slammed down the rag onto the bartop.

You were hurt more than anything. You thought that Llewyn was different than the others, but doesn't everyone think that? Sighing, you glanced at the clock. Five minutes past his usual starting time, and he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe you were going to get your wish? You wiped your hands on the front of your apron. Nodding to the other waitress that you were going to go on break. As you made your way through the room, you heard his voice over the microphone.

Can I stay here with you till day breaks?

There something you should know I ain't got no place to go

Can I stay here with you till the day breaks?

How happy it would make me to see your face when I awake

Turning, you listened as Llewyn plucked his guitar strings, his eyes locked with your figure. Gradually, you stepped around the tables towards the stage.

Lay with me in your thinnest dress

Fill my heart with each caress

Between your blissful kisses

Whisper darling, is this love

Seating yourself at the front table, you folded your hands in your lap. Llewyn nodded to you. A humble smile spread over his face as his eyes followed you to your seat.

Can I stay here with you through the nighttime

I've fallen sad inside

And I need a place to hide

Can I stay here with you through the nighttime

I'm all alone and blue

Won't you take me to your room

You took a deep breath as Llewyn sang to you. Of course, this would be how he would choose to fix things. Your eyes followed the movement of his lips, his gorgeous long lashes, and irresistible curls. Tides of sensations surged over you with every verse.

Lay with me in your thinnest dress

Fill my heart with each caress

Between your blissful kisses

Whisper darling, is this love

Whisper to me is this love

You knew you were crying, but what wasn't anticipated was Llewyn's glistening eyes shining back at you from the stage. The last line hung heavy in the air. Is this love? Suddenly, your feet were carrying you out of the bar.

- - - -

You paced back and forth in front of your couch. You had called the bar and told them you had gotten sick and had to go quickly. You were waiting, waiting for his familiar knock on the door. You knew he would show up. Where did that song come from? How long had he been sitting on that? Possessing those kinds of feelings? You jumped when you heard him.

Looking at the clock, he had given you an hour to yourself before he followed you home. Swallowing down the rush of anxiety in your throat, you opened the door. Llewyn looked surprised to see you open the door, probably resigning himself to the idea that you weren't going to let him inside. You moved, signaling him to enter. Locking the door, you joined him in the living room. Llewyn was already seated in his spot by the window, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"I didn't think you would answer." He murmured as he rotated the lighter in his hands.

"Yeah, I wasn't sure I was going to either." You sat at the farthest end of the couch from him. Llewyn shifted in obvious discomfort.

"Look...I am sorry about last night...about the way I left." Llewyn's nostrils flared as he stumbled through his words. "You know...I've been writing that song for months. Telling myself that I would share it with you once it was finished, so you would know. But last night." Llewyn stopped gnawing his bottom lip for a second before taking a drag from his cigarette. " I didn't expect last night to happen. The timing was off. I wanted to be more stable, more...secure." His eyes sank to the carpet. "You deserve so much more, I know that..." You balled your fists to your side, cutting him off before he finished.

"I don't care, Llewyn. I don't care if you are secure." Llewyn shook his head dejectedly.

"Right, I am sure everyone wishes one day that they can meet Mr. Poor and Homeless and have them sweep them off their feet." He grimaced at his words. Standing, you moved to him, falling to your knees in front of him.

"They why sing the song? Why come here?" You murmured, staring into his clouded eyes. Llewyn's lips trembled as he took a quick puff from his cigarette before dropping it in the can.

"I couldn't stay away...I couldn't get the taste of your kiss and smell of your hair out of my fucking head." Llewyn rapped his brow. "I am in love with you, despite my best efforts." He hummed, lowering his gaze to his hands.

Slowly, you moved your hand to his head, carefully running his waves through your fingers. Llewyn surprisingly turned and caressed a kiss to your wrist before pulling you closer to him, cupping your face in his hands.

"I don't deserve you." He whispered, touching your foreheads together. Shaking your head, you rubbed your nose against his.

"You don't, but I will keep you anyways." Beaming at Llewyn's growing smirk, you tugged tenderly at his curls before drawing him into a deep kiss.

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kairinds · 3 years

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we could happen

a/n: kinda inspired by aj rafael’s we could happen. also, let’s just pretend that matt is sheriff and helps out at the grill on his off days or something.

kai parker x reader (gender-neutral)

a little angst and fluff

word count: 2,251

The Mystic Grill was packed.

Temperatures were at an all-time high and townies sought out refuge indoors under the cooler air. Not to mention there was an almost infinite supply of drinks and activities, thanks to Caroline’s quick planning, to keep visitors happy and comfortable. So, who could complain?

Kai did.

Kai agreed to meet his friend, no best friend, besides Bonnie but he filed their friendship under “complicated” a long time ago, for lunch. Sure, it wasn’t perfect but it was a genuine friendship, one that he cherished deeply. Out of all of the time he had spent in the world that was one of the things he lacked and always dreamt of. Not that he’d admit that to many people. You were an exception, though.

Of course, your friendship didn’t start smoothly. It was expected that you would face some backlash just by speaking to Kai but you weren’t that worried about what the others thought. While they were all so quick to deem Kai as one thing and could never change, you tried to understand him.

While you didn’t condone his actions, you took his upbringing into account and how that made him the way he was. Would he change overnight? No, but you were patient with him.

It only took you a few minutes to show up and Kai smiled at the slight sheen on your face. The heat was almost unbearable for you but the air conditioning inside the Mystic Grill made your, seemingly lengthy, trek worth it. You quickly scanned the building and noticed Kai at a table near the bar. After greeting Kai and putting your things down, you elbowed your way through the crowd to get some drinks and appetizers.

When you finally got to the bar, Matt had your favorite drink waiting for. You thanked him and ordered Kai a drink and Matt gave you a weird look but you pretended to not notice.

“Look, no offense,” Matt started, “but I will never understand how you’re friends with him.”

You looked over your shoulder to see Kai playing with the salt and pepper shakers. Even if he did look occupied, you knew that he was listening to the conversation. Before Kai could even chance a look your way, you quickly turned back to Matt.

“Sometimes we don’t pick our friends. You just are,” you grabbed a fry from the basket Matt placed on the counter, “I mean, I used to think the same about you and Tyler. I didn’t get how you could be friends with an asshole like that but he changed. Right?”

Matt gave you a doubtful look as he worked on Kai’s drink, “Hmm, I don’t think Kai is capable of changing.”

You pursed your lips. You didn’t have the heart to start an argument with Matt but you understood that he had his own opinions and you had yours. As you stood there waiting for the rest of your order, the conversation shifted to other things like your summer plans and availability.

Then, the two of you reminisced about your time in high school and how Matt never really got to spend a lot of time with you. Before the two of you could continue the conversation, a glass of beer exploded on the countertop near Matt. A glance towards the crowd told you that no one else seemed to notice what happened. A slight hiss brought your eyes back on Matt.

“Shit,” he mumbled as he quickly pressed a rag on the gash near his right eye.

You didn’t need super hearing to know that someone was laughing.

Luckily, Matt’s cut wasn’t that deep but he still rushed out back to find a first aid kit.

So, with an angry glint in your eyes and your orders, you made your way back to the table Kai was sat at. A seemingly innocent smile was on his face as you sat down and for a few minutes, you didn’t say anything.

Kai took your silence as an ‘okay’ to tuck into his food. It was only when he had ketchup swiped across his face that a crack broke the surface of your façade. It was impossible for you to not laugh at how he ate like a little kid.

With a slight grin, Kai voiced, “And there you are. I was a little worried about you there for a sec.”

With a shake of your head, you downed your drink and snatched Kai’s before he could even comprehend. Your gaze was fixated on the wooden table before you looked up at Kai.

He jutted his chin towards the bar, “Looks like you’re not the only one that’s thirsty.”

If there was something in your mouth at the time, you were sure you would have spat it out. So, instead, your eyes widened as you look in the direction he was talking about and noticed Matt staring at you. He gave a quick nod before he got back to work.

“Um, you can’t just go around making glasses explode on people,” you took another sip of what was left and quickly cut Kai off before he could say anything, “especially when the person did nothing.”

Kai tilted his head at your remark, “I wouldn’t say Miles—”

“—Matt.”

“Right,” he grabbed a napkin and wiped at the corners of his mouth, “anyways, he did do something. Not that you noticed.”

The last part was mumbled but you were able to make out what the heretic said despite the volume level of the grill. It took a minute but you slowly pieced everything together. Kai seemed off and that was only after he listened in on your conversation with Matt. You figured that he was just annoyed about what Matt said about him but there had to be something more to it.

Everything became slightly clearer when noticed Kai’s eyes moving to the bar every few minutes and how he’d look at you. He was trying to see if you saw the glances that Matt stole when you weren’t aware. But why? You were only polite to Matt and there weren’t any hidden meanings behind the words you said to him. Once you figured out what was going on with Kai, you quickly paid for the food and drinks and dragged him outside.

When the humid air hit you, you let go of Kai’s bicep and stalked to the benches across from the clock tower. The entire walk was pretty much silent aside from Kai’s whistling.

“So, uh, you wanna tell me why I didn’t get to finish my burger?”

You could tell from his voice that he was also annoyed but how he felt towards Matt didn’t give him the right to hurt him and you voiced that. Kai avoided your gaze as you slumped down onto one of the benches.

“Well, maybe if you hadn’t hurt Matt this would have turned out differently.”

With a roll of his eyes, Kai sat beside you.

“Donovan is gonna be fine, Y/N.”

With a shake of your head, you snapped, “Yeah maybe but what if he was hurt badly, Kai? Okay, I get that things aren’t the best between the two of you but he’s one of my oldest friends and after all that’s happened, losing him…”

Tears had prickled your eyes at the thought of losing another friend. Kai noticed and gently pulled you into a hug. He knew that the two of you were only friends but was afraid that he’d lose his chance to tell you how he felt. Afraid that someone like Matt, a good guy, would whisk you away from him.

You felt Kai’s chest rise and fall. The scent of pine trees on his shirt calmed you down enough to pull away from him. His eyes were on you as you wiped at your face and you could see an intensity in them when you finally met his eyes.

“Y/N, I never thought that someone with a heart like yours would ever want to be associated with me,” he sat up and rested his chin on his hands, “you’ve fought for me, even when I didn’t deserve it and I just can’t seem to get it together.”

Kai was so busy thinking of what he’d say next that he barely noticed that you took one of his hands in yours. Though small, the gesture always meant a lot to him, especially at that moment.

So, without a second thought, he blurted, “I have feelings for you.”

The next few seconds felt like hell as Kai waited for your response. Truly, you had no words that could exactly articulate how you felt, so you showed him.

You kissed him.

Though it was one of the best feelings you’d felt, you pulled away and mumbled a ‘goodbye’ as you hurried home. Everything in that moment was a bit much for you, so you had to leave to organize your thoughts.

So, illuminated by the streetlights overhead, Kai was left all alone.

Again.

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It had been two days since you had last seen Kai. Two days of you trying to get your thoughts in order. At some point, you sent him a text expressing how you were sorry to have left him like that. Luckily, he understood and would give you as much time as you needed which was more than you could have asked for given how you reacted.

Most of your days were spent lounging haphazardly on your couch, something playing on the T.V. to serve as background noise. Other moments were spent thinking about Kai and how he was dealing with everything. Was he also consumed with nerves like you? How did he feel about you needing time? To be honest, you weren't sure why you needed time. You felt the same about Kai so what was there for you to think about?

The realization of you needing time could make him think you didn’t feel the same had you throwing on sneakers and rushing to his place. After everything that he had been through, you needed him to know that he was loved.

It only took you a few minutes to get to his apartment. The moments after you knocked on his door made you feel like your head was underwater. Sounds were muted and it felt like you were holding your breath. So, when two hands gripped your shoulders you shrunk back only to realize that it was Kai. His blue eyes were darkened with worry as he looked you over from head to toe.

He noticed that your heart was beating quickly and how you were nearly gasping for air.

“Hey, Y/N, hey,” he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back gently, “you’re okay. Just breathe.”

After a few deep breaths, he welcomed you into his apartment. The interior was clean except for a few takeout boxes scrambled atop the coffee table. You were surprised to see that his curtains were open, letting in rays of light but before you could continue to assess, Kai clearing his throat brought you back.

Slowly, you turned to face him and noticed that he stood a few feet away. He looked okay aside from his messy hair. You were relieved that he seemed fine but you knew that was only on the surface. There was no telling how he felt on the inside and what his mind was tricking him into thinking.

“So, do you feel the same way?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

You didn’t trust your voice so you could only nod.

“Oh, uh,” his eyes widened slightly as he rubbed at the stubble on his face, “wow. I wasn’t’ expecting that. I mean, you’re my best friend and now we’re in love with each other. I’d understand if this is too much for you.”

The space between the two of you slowly shrunk as you placed a hand on his cheek. Your eyes slowly inched up his face before they settled on his eyes.

“No. Don’t think that way,” one of your hands gently smoothed down pieces of his hair, “you deserve to be happy. You deserve to love and be loved, Kai.”

His eyes never left yours and not that he’d admit it, he was moved by what you said. If anyone else would have told him that he would have shook them off but he believed you. To him, you were everything that he wished he could be. You were all of the good things that he never believed he could ever come close to being. To Kai, being loved by you made everything worth it.

Once his lips slotted against yours, it was like time stood still but passed so quickly at the same time. Every second, every minute that passed was put to use as you and Kai committed every feeling, every chill that ran down your spine to memory. When you both pulled away to get in a breath, no words had to be said.

Both of you knew that things would not be perfect but it felt right. Even though there were forces that tried to stop you from falling together you both would fight with everything in you to make things work. Of course, not everyone wouldn’t approve but that was the last thing on either of your minds. The only thing that mattered was that Kai had you and he knew that he’d never be alone again.

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🌠 Second Headcanon Masterlist 🌠

Hello! I hope you are enjoying my headcanons and now you have all of them organized here!

FIRST HEADCANON MASTERLIST:

#1 Here

VICTOR CREED (SABRETOOTH)

#1 Victor comforting chubby reader who is insecure

#2 Victor being insecure about his animal traits

#3 Victor comforting a sad reader

#4 Forgot about me (one shot)

#5 Victor soothing his cub's tummyache

#6 Victor purring at reader

#7 Victor overhearing what reader wants to do with him (one shot)

RAY DONOVAN

#1 Ray getting involved with hispanic/single mom reader

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The past two quarantine months have been like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my lifetime, and I turned 56 in January. So rather than regurgitate what you’ve likely read in the news or on social media, I’ve decided to share how I’ve spent my time these past two months along with random thoughts. I hope you’ll continue along with me as I share what I’m doing each week.

Books

Oh, how I’ve missed reading! With my business so insanely busy (for which I’m truly grateful) these past few years, I’ve barely had time to read little more than Slack, emails, texts, and social media updates. Not exactly satisfying for this lifelong, avid reader. This quarantine has allowed me a little bit of extra time, which I’ve put to good use.

In no particular order, here’s what I’ve read:

The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow is fantastic. Read it in one sitting because I didn’t want any of the details of this lacy, incredibly intricate work to fade. I highly recommend it. A mix of fantasy, drama, and a love story (because in the end, aren’t all stories love stories?), anyone with a working brain will love this novel.

Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng is also superb. I’d heard about this book for a while, yet only got around to it because it’s also now a mini-series on Hulu (which I watched afterward – also very good, though the character arcs and the plot changed in crucial, at times startling, ways).

Curious if you’ve read the book and watched the series, what your thoughts are? I could write an entire post about it, yet I’ll only share this…

As a child, my parents hire a housekeeper. My folks both work full-time and we are not in any way rich or well-off. Neither of my folks has college degrees – Dad is an assistant manager at a chain drugstore and Mom has just completed x-ray tech school and works nights at San Bernardino County Hospital. We live in a small house on a long street in the smoggy Inland Empire of California.

There are two of us, my older sister and me. Then my mom gets pregnant when I’m nine and has my baby sister when I’m ten. My folks advertise for a housekeeper and Miss Louise answers. She’s African American and willing to work for the little they can pay her. She smokes a lot (outside only, so as “not to hurt the babies”), insists on wearing a uniform though my mom tells her it isn’t necessary and comes looking for us in her big old white Caddy if we aren’t home from school exactly 20 minutes after it lets out.

(Miss Louise’s husband’s name is George. If you are alive in the 70s and watch The Jeffersons, you understand why this is an endless source of amusement to my sister Caren and me.)

Being that young, neither Caren nor I understand what privilege means. We didn’t get whatever we wanted because my parents are always strapped, yet there is food on the table, and the lights are always on. Except for the occasional venture to Disneyland or Knott’s Berry Farm that one time (mom hated it), our vacations consist of driving to visit our Zayde (great-grandfather) in a nursing home in Santa Cruz, or some other relatives we don’t know somewhere in L.A. (I remember one great-aunt who drank. A lot.) We’d always stop at Cantor’s for a soup and sandwich (the highlight for us), and be back on the road. We don’t mind because it is anywhere but home.

Anyway – my entire point is that in Little Fires Everywhere – the show – Kerry Washington’s Mia is an artist who takes a maid job with Reese Witherspoon’s Elena Richardson’s family to keep an eye on her daughter Pearl, who is quite taken with the teenage Richardson clan. The racial and financial dichotomy is blatantly obvious: a rich family who’s seemingly got it all vs. a seemingly poor black single mother, which adds to the ‘fires’ mentioned in the title.

The book really made me think about my own privilege and despite how well my folks treated Louise, and how much we loved her, and she us, there would always be that wall. Granted, it was a business arrangement and my folks paid her for her services, and in truth, anyone could’ve answered the housekeeping ad. The fact that she was African American and we were white created a racial divide that’s undeniable.

The third book I read is Certain Cure by Jennifer Valoppi, also excellent. It’s the first in a series (parts two and three aren’t out yet, darn it). The novel chronicles the life of three generations of the Cummings family; Claire, a woman in her 70s who has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, Helene, her television journalist daughter and Justin, the teenage grandson whose adoration of his “Grams” leads him to discover the dark secret behind the miracle technology that is not only curing Claire of her cancer but tempting his mother with eternal youth, as traditional medical industries wage war against the mysterious doctor from China who threatens them all.

I had no idea what to expect with this one, and I’m glad I read it. Valoppi is a former TV journalist from NYC so she knows her stuff. I’m not particularly religious (or scientific), yet I didn’t find either the science or religious stuff bogged me down. Fascinating read. I highly recommend it.

Movies and Shows

Gosh, so many. With four of us in the house (and two teens), it’s worth it to me to pay for Hulu and Netflix, Amazon Prime Video comes with my Amazon Prime membership already, plus my internet plan comes with AT&T Direct, Showtime, HBO, and other premium channels. For the amount of entertainment, it’s worth the money.

I watch movies and shows on my iPad at night, once I’m finally off my computer. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like a super loud TV with stereo surround-sound barking at me after a long day of noise and stress. So I go upstairs to my cozy bed, surround myself with blankets and pillows and cats, and snuggle in for a few hours to watch a movie or a few episodes of something I enjoy.

Another note: not a big ‘reality TV’ watcher, mostly because, as a writer, I prefer well-written shows. I also don’t like the negativity and yelling normally associated with those shows. That said, I do watch Vanderpump Rules (on Bravo) with my daughter (age 20). We bond.

Shows

Here’s what I’ve binged these past few quarantine months, show-wise (no links because you can Google):

Ray Donovan – ggggggreat! Heard it was wonderful, yet truly had no idea how awesome. Liev Schrieber is captivating as Ray. Flawed, human, sad, and, in case you don’t know, a childhood sexual abuse survivor (church abuse). I had no idea going in this would be a theme of the show, yet it was handled with care and truth. The entire supporting cast is also amazing. Every season is great. Watch it all. I hated to see it end.

Homeland – the first four or so seasons were mesmerizing. Then, I got bored. This last season had me falling asleep and then WHAM! that ending. Worth it.

Hunters – Good, not fantastically great. The twist in the last episode will get you, though.

Upload – Loved it! Thought it would be silliness (and in some places, it was, but that’s okay – we need a little silliness right now). Had a ton of heart which I love.

Bosch – come on, it’s Titus Welliver. He’s fantastic. This last season didn’t draw me in as much as the entire rest of the series, though. You?

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel – terrific, all of it. Every season, every episode, every character.

Tales From The Loop – amazing. Anything having to do with time-travel or the bending of time, I’m a total sucker for. This hurt my brain in a good way.

The Feed – weird but good and thought-provoking.

Dark – by far, my favorite show year. A German show dubbed in English (you get used to it – don’t let that scare you off), this time-bending, decade-moving hit show spans two seasons and every episode is worth watching. And the music – my god. Amazing. Here’s a Spotify playlist link.

Movies

Parasite – thought-provoking. Took a while to get into it and then boom! It just goes full-on insanity. Well-written, well-acted, and the message of the movie is just, wow. No spoilers in case you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.

Hustlers – loved it. Whatever issues people have with strip clubs and ‘dancers,’ get over it. These girls are amazingly talented, are in amazing shape, and work hard to make money for their families. What I loved the most about the movie is that it’s all about the women; the men are only there as a plot device. It’s a movie entirely shot through the ‘female gaze’ (though of course, men will enjoy the dance scenes which are sexy, yet not unclothed). How many movies can say that?

Memento – I think I’m probably one of the few people who had never seen this neo-noir psychological thriller starring Guy Pearce looking like Brad Pitt (who was originally considered for the role). It was great, I think? LOL. My brain still hurts.

Call Me By Your Name – Lovely, sad, gorgeous. (And I will not make a juvenile peach joke.) And the music! Oh, my.

Zombieland – I hate zombies, I hate horror movies. I hate gore and squishy sounds. This movie was cute. (Not ready for the sequel, yet.)

Music

As mentioned above, the music in Dark sent me off on a ‘who are these talented musicians?’ lark. I’ve discovered so many. Here is who I’m listening to right now (all free on Spotify) and links provided here:

Apparat (you’ll recognize the opening theme of Dark and stay for the rest).

Agnes Obel – wondrous. I’ve played her entire catalog repeatedly since discovering her music on Dark. She’s become a commercial favorite as well now. Familiar is the song used in the show that’s received the most play.

Alev Lanz – otherworldly. I’ve not heard anyone like her. Her songs on the Dark soundtrack and Black Mirror are what she’s most noted for (May The Angels, and Fall Into Me, respectively), however, I love all of her work. Her harmonies are like nothing else. One song is layered with her voice and African throat singers – it’s gorgeous (May The Angels). She’s active on Twitter and we’ve interacted a few times. She’s beautifully transparent about her love of music and it shows in all her work.

Patrick Watson – I heard this song, Good Morning Mr. Wolf, on the Ray Donovan soundtrack and immediately clicked my SoundHound app. Who is this talented being? This song, in particular, sounds so large and cinematic – I wondered – is he is a film composer? (yes). A band? (yes). And so much more. I cannot get enough of all of his music, and still, I play this one song on repeat – repeatedly.

London Grammar – I discovered this band a few years ago and still adore them. Strong is still my favorite song, though Rooting For You is a close second. Hannah Reid’s vocals are big and beautiful.

Hilary Woods – ethereal and lovely. Especially the song Kith.

Sufjan Stevens – many of us just discovered him from the movie Call Me By Your Name soundscore, however, he’s been a working musician since the early 2000s. Talented beyond.

I could go on and on, but I’ll stop here. I made a Female Rockers list on Spotify which you’re welcome to.

Thoughts on Quarantine

My Business

Living in California, I’ve barely left the house in two months, with the exception of going to the pharmacy for meds or for the occasional physician appointment for me or the kids, because of the quarantine restrictions in place. And I’m okay with that.

I’m fortunate that my business is primarily online-only: I work with authors and small businesses on their branding, marketing, and promotion, so given that all real-life events are off the table, I’ve been quite busy working with my clients to ensure their products and services are still viable.

This doesn’t mean I don’t need help as a small business. I applied for an SBA loan and couldn’t even get onto the website the first time – it was pretty ridiculous – like the end scene in Beetlejuice. You all know who those first small business loans went to, right? Not small-potatoes people like me. So the second time around, it went much smoother, and I’m grateful to have received a small loan which will definitely help me keep going with rent, insurance, and other expenses.

I still did my annual non-profit initiative for writers, NaNoProMo (National Novel Promotion Month) this year over on my business site, BadRedhead Media, yet only for two weeks instead of the entire month. Daily blog posts from experts on everything publishing-related plus amazing giveaways. It’s always exhausting, yet I find enormous gratification in helping writers.

This year, however, getting writers to comment to win amazing, FREE giveaways was like pushing a house up a hill. I get it – people are focused on putting food on the table instead of commenting on blog posts, even if the giveaways were worth $500. That’s why I wanted to do this initiative this year – to help writers who are in a jam – yet only a smattering of writers participated.

I’m seriously rethinking if I want to do it next year given the financial cost as well as the personal toll. My first therapist, who I started seeing after I gave birth to my daughter Anya (I was terrified to leave her to go back to work, given my history with childhood sexual abuse), gave me this tip whenever I had trouble deciding whether to do something:

“If you ever aren’t sure if you should do something, ask yourself this question: Is this good for Rachel? If the answer is yes, do it. If the answer is no, don’t. It really is that simple.”

Self-care, y’all.

Social Media

I’ve stopped interacting with the crazies on social media (and who knows, maybe you’re one of them so truly, no offense), but I’d rather stay safe and keep my family safe by working exclusively at home – which I mostly do anyway – than venture back into face-to-face meetings with clients. I support four people with my business and if something happens to me, four people are doomed.

So the answer is simple to me: stay home, work from home, and don’t risk dying from this virus.

I don’t buy into any of this ridiculous conspiracy crap. Sorry, not sorry. You can if you want to. Spending time arguing with people online about it takes away time from my business, my kids, my guy, and my own sanity. Speaking of which…

Mental Health

There were a few mix-ups with my meds when this all started, and I couldn’t get my prescriptions filled and delivered before I ran out, so I ended up having about a week of insomnia which I’ve never had to deal with. I was a zombie (the non-squishy kind) and it sucked.

If you have insomnia, I’m sorry. I feel for you.

It’s all straightened out now, thank goodness. My son Lukas and I donned our masks and drove to the local CVS the other day because I couldn’t wait two days for my meds to be delivered. It felt like walking into a dystopian future walking in there: everyone in masks, tape six feet apart for the waiting line, plexiglass between us and the cashiers.

I’m thankful for these measures, of course, and wonder how long we’ll need them, or if this is our new normal?

My Writing

I finished the final edits on Broken People and sent it back to my editor. She’s had some health issues, so the delay is understandable. To be honest, I’m not in a huge hurry to launch a new book right now. Here are the questions that run through my mind:

Do people have money to purchase a new book?

If they do, will they want to read my new book?

If they do want to read my new book, will they take the money they do have to read mine, and then review it?

Does it even matter in the grand scheme of life?

I’m an author just like any author – I want to get my work out there so people can read it, engage with it, connect with me. I hope they’ll like it, feel something, reflect on their own lives, learn something new, particularly about being a childhood sexual abuse survivor. It’s a weird limbo to be in right now.

Our New Normal

This phrase is bandied about quite a lot yet let’s face it: it’s life as we know it, now. The anxiety is real, too. I haven’t hugged or kissed my elderly parents who live two miles away in two months. I bring them toilet paper and cookies from our favorite bakery (drive up and trunk drop off, pay online only) and drop it on their porch.

All these scenarios run through my mind: If I go to do this, what happens if? I know I’m not the only one. And yet, we can’t predict anything. So I sit here, writing this post, safe inside my little house bubble, grateful I can pay my rent, put food on the table (delivered by Instacart, thankfully), and everyone around me is healthy.

What’s your new normal? What have you been reading, watching, and listening to? If you’ve stuck it out this far, I thank you. Would love to hear your comments! Safe hugs, y’all.

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Hurricane || part 2

Author: @punkof-pop Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader Words: 1,805 Warnings: Angst Request: Anon- TheoXreader imagine with prompts 4, 9, 36, 48 Song: Hurricane (stripped version) - Halsey A/N: This is way shorter than I thought it was gonna be? But please let me know what you think and feel free to send in your requests! Prt. 1, Prt. 2, Prt. 3 Masterlist Prompt list

"Y/n!" Theo yells but you ignore him and continue to walk with blood rushing through your veins.

You know you can't turn around to even look at him. You'll see the pain and pity him. You'll come to a stop, let him explain himself, and forgive whatever bullshit he'll feed you. So, you keep walking. You can't allow yourself to be manipulated by him anymore.

With a throbbing hand that was surely broken, you made your way to Stiles's house. With Scott almost demanding everyone stay clear of him, you knew he'd have nowhere to be besides his house.

"What-what are you doing here?" Stiles asks as he opens the door.

"Getting your side of the damn story and coming clean about mine. Why else?"

"Your side?" His eyes squint as he opens the door and allows you inside.

"What happened? Scott really wasn't giving many details."

"What's your side?" He questions as the both of you make your way to his bedroom.

"I asked first."

He lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. "Donovan, he came after me and," he pauses, staring at his murder board. "I hit him with a wrench to get him off of me and we ended up in the library and I was climbing the scaffolds and he was right there so I pulled one of the hooks and everything fell. When he fell, he fell on a rod and was kind of impaled."

"So, self-defense." You hold your dominant hand in your opposite hand, trying to get the throbbing to stop.

"Yeah, but," He shakes his head as if to be disappointed in himself. "I didn't feel bad about it."

"You can feel good about it and it still be self-defence. He was gonna kill you and your dad." You nod, reassuring him, something Scott should be doing and not you.

"Yeah, try telling Scott that." He scoffs with a hung head. He furrows his eyebrows, looking back to you. "What'd you do to your hand?"

"Punched Theo in the face." You chuckle looking to your hand that was slowly bruising.

"You punched him in the face?"

"I've been seeing him. Clearly, I got played so I hit him." You shrug with the roll of your eyes.

"Wait. You were seeing that psychotic killer?"

"I might have terrible taste in guys but I really thought he wasn't that bad. I mean, he's always been nice to me."

Stiles's face is cold and hard but he allows himself to sigh anyway. "I'm sorry."

"Should have listened. Ya live and learn." You shrug it off, trying your hardest to ignore your heart that was breaking. You shouldn't feel anything but hatred for Theo but feelings don't just disappear. It takes times. "But, we gotta focus on convincing Scott that Theo is exactly the person you've been trying to tell us he was."

"Sounds good to me." His faces loosens with relief. "We should also probably get your hand checked out first though." Stiles points to your hand you nod in agreement.

Stiles takes you out to his jeep and drives you to Beacon Hills Memorial where Miss McCall is working. She takes you in for an x-ray rather quick but you and Stiles lie on how you broke your hand, knowing it would just cause more harm than good. Stiles was quick to say you slammed your hand in the door.

Once your x-rays came back, Miss McCall started wrapping your hand in a soft cast. You didn't actually break your hand but you did fracture a few small bones and needed to be in a soft cast for a few weeks. You weren't too happy about it but there wasn't anything you could do about it now.

Once your hand is done being wrapped and your paperwork is filled out, you head back to the jeep but you decide to have Stiles just take you home instead of going to find Scott. Theo has been blowing up your phone and you'd love to just turn it off but as a family rule, your phone has to stay on unless you're at home.

"So, Scott is probably a little right." You say quietly as Stiles pulls against the curb.

"What?"

"I mean, like let him cool down a day and I'll come with you tomorrow and talk to him. I just think Theo has gotten under everyone's skin and in everyone's head and everyone needs to take a day away from each other."

"If I don't do something now then-"

"Stiles." You shake your head. "You gotta trust me. His whole thing is that you're snapping. Let today cool everyone down to show you're not. It was just Theo exaggerating."

"Right." He nods and runs a hand through his hair. "Tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning." You shut the door with a soft nod.

"Hey, y/n." Stiles says before you could walk away. "I hate him," He swallows hard. "But, are you okay?"

You bite your lip and lean against the open window of the jeep. "Yeah, should have known better, ya know?"

He gives a sympathetic nod. "I wish, I wish I wasn't right...for your sake."

"Yeah, you and me both." You wiggle your fractured hand as a joke to help lighten the mood. "Well, I'm gonna go inside and nap and pretend Theo Raeken doesn't exist. You should do the same."

"I'll see ya." Stiles gives you a grateful smile before you make your way into your house.

You walk into your house that's once again empty. You look at the small magnetic whiteboard on your fridge that says your parents were called into work and they'd be back later. They work for the same place so them being called in together is something you're used to. Them being gone for the day works out for you anyway because you are actually able to go your room and nap in peace and quiet, shut out the world. You also won't have to answer any questions about your hand until later which just makes your chest feel a little lighter.

You make your way to your bedroom and change into sweatpants and a hoodie, getting yourself comfortable in bed with your favorite show playing quietly in the background until you're able to fall asleep. Luckily, it didn't take you very long to pass out. Your head hurt from the events and your chest ached from Theo. All you wanted to do was sleep because it was the only time you were able to actually escape the thoughts of Theo and everything he made you feel, all the guilt you feel still liking him even after he fucked your friends over and you.

A constant tapping wakes you up hours later. You groan but drag yourself from your warm bed and go to your window, knowing it would be Theo. You roll your eyes and open the window, but kneel to his level so he can't enter your home.

"What?" You ask sharply.

"Not gonna let me explain?"

"Nope." You shake your head as part of you wants to grab him and pull him inside while the other part wants to take your other fist to his face.

"Come on." Theo pleads. "You gotta let me explain."

"Why? So you can lie to me again?" Your voice reeks of hurt despite how much you're trying to hide it. "So I have a third story to piece together?"

"Just let me in and I'll tell you everything." His eyes are the prettiest green you've ever seen and maybe that's why he's so much trouble. You allow him inside and take a seat on your bed while he stands in front of you. "What do you want to know?"

"Uh, why you told Scott? What you told Scott? Why you didn't just talk to Stiles? Why you didn't help Stiles? Why you didn't tell me anything? Ask me what you should do?" You list the obvious questions.

"Yeah," His cheeks puff with air and he takes a deep breath. "I thought Scott should know since Stiles wasn't going to tell him. I did talk to Stiles and he said he didn't feel bad about it. I just told Scott what I saw. Stiles hit Donovan with the wrench and killed him. If Stiles was capable of killing Donovan, he's capable of killing me, too. I couldn't step in."

"Maybe he wouldn't have killed him, had you helped him. Chimera verses chimera sounds like a better fight than human and chimera. You say you want in with Scott but when the opportunity arises, you don't take it?"

"Wait. What?" His eyes scan you over as if he had never even put the pieces together.

"You're too busy trying to get in with me which doesn't make any sense that you missed your opportunity. Save Stiles, Scott lets you in. Stiles would still hate you." You shake your head with quick raise of your brows. "But he wouldn't have a leg to stand on. He does now. You've been screwing with me, you let Stiles kill someone, you stood by and watched, you told his best friend and tried to pin them against each other. All of that in a matter of twelve hours."

He's silent for a few seconds, something that you're not quite used to with him. He's usually quick with something to back up his reasoning but not now he actually has to think. "Alright, I fucked up." He admits, catching you off guard. "I fucked up but the one thing I didn't do, was screw you over."

"Yeah? And I'm supposed to believe you now?"

"I don't expect you to but I'm hoping you do." His eyes are pleading but you can't tell if he's just trying to manipulate you or if he's being sincere. He convinced Scott that Stiles killed someone in cold blood. Theo has to be good at manipulating people. "Your heartbeat tells me you do."

"I want to." You narrow your eyes a little as you swallow a lump that's formed in your throat. "But, I can't." Your voice shakes as the words fall.

"So, that's it?"

"Yeah." You nod as the back of your eyes start to burn with tears.

"No second chance?"

"I-" You stutter, trying to find the right words. You know that if he does care about you the way he says he does, you're breaking his heart just like he did yours with screwing over Stiles. But, you don't know if he's lying. "I can't give you a second chance." You speak slowly, avoiding his pain-filled eyes.

"You're gonna regret this." His voice is cold but laced with heartbreak as he makes his way back to your window.

"I know." You say as he exits through the window.

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Liev taking care of you when you're sick

This one as been requested by @mutantlover1307 ! I hope you'll like. I'm sorry, it's a little bit short 😊

"I'm so sorry baby, I'm not feeling good at all." You said as you got out of the bathroom after being sick. You had tears in your eyes as you felt so ashamed. "You must be disgusted right now." You sniffed and shivered.

Liev shook his head and placed his hand on your lower back. He noticed that your skin was burning hot and that you could not walked very well on your own. "Those things happen, we are human." He told you. "Let me help you, here. Let's go to the living room." He walked you to the couch, his big hand still resting on your lower back in a reassuring way.

You sat down and he placed his hand on your forehead. "You're burning, babe." He sighed. "Just lay down, I will be right back."

You did as he said so while Liev walked to the bedroom to grab your favorite blanket, your favorite pyjamas and a comfy pillow. He came back downstairs and smiled sadly. "Here princess." He helped you out of your sweaty clothes and helped you get in your pyjamas. You lay back down as your head was spinning. Liev pushed his glasses back on his nose and grabbed the pillow. He lifted your head up very carefully and in a very gentle way, only to replace the small pillow of the couch by a big soft one that smelled like him. He then took the big blanket and placed in on top of you, making sure that all of your body was covered.

Your eyes were closed as the light was giving you a headache and, as the amazing boyfriend that he was, Liev noticed and got up to close the blinds. He walked back to you and chuckled as Scout had jumped on the couch and was now snuggled up against you.

"Are you feeling confortable baby?" He whispered in his deep low voice.

You smiled weakly and nodded with all of the strength you had left in you. "I will bring you some water and medicine."

He came back a few seconds later, made sure you took them and sat on the edge of the big couch. "Stay with me please." You whispered as you knew your man had things to do that day.

He felt embarassed for a second, as those things were really important. But he figured he could just postpone them for the next day or simply do his interviews online. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." He smiled and caressed your body through the fabric of the blanket.

"I love you Liev." You said weakly and closed your eyes again, hoping to be able to get some rest.

"I love you too. Now sleep. I am not going qny here." He repeated and took off his shoes so that he could lay down next to you on the couch.

For the next few days, he kept taking care of you and tried to work from home as much as possible so that you wouldn't be alone.

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Open Coffin | Chapter 05: “Ghosts of the Past” (Part 1)

Pairing: Kol x Reader (eventually)

Chapter Summary: Y/N teams up with her brother to find out what, or better who, attacked them last night.

Warnings: some canon/episode diversion, typical tvd violence, harmless swearing

Word count: 2756

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New Orleans | 1913

It is cold. Freezing actually. The cold December air howls through the narrow stone walkway of the Lafayette cemetery. The clicking sound of the dimming and on and off going electric light bulb is accompanied by the rustling and music-carrying grammophon. A newly released song named “Ballin the Jack″ is currently playing and it’s included dance instructions within the song convinced you to dance.

As you dance along to the ridiculous song, another pair of feet enter the tomb and immediately come to a halt. Kol stands there, a fashionable bowler hat resting on his head and a dark coat on his shoulders.

He smiles as he watches you, his breath shallow in fear to disturb you in your moment of believed lonesome.

Kol is certain he could remain in these shadows forever observing you, much like he does whenever you two dig deep into the lore. He would sit there and hold his book up pretending to read, when in reality he would peek over it from time to time and look at you, smiling at the concentrated look on your face.

He thoroughly enjoys seeing you without your walls up that you seem to raise whenever he comes to close. He believes that he or his reputation is the cause. He is afraid to scare you away because he likes you, god he likes you so much and the last thing he wants to do is make you run from him like a lot of people have before.

The song comes to a stop and as well does your dancing. You laugh and comb through your hair with your hand, breathless. You turn on one foot, a bright smile on your face. You look up to see none other than Kol standing there.

Your heart skips a beat, your mind instantly flooded with embarrassment and you wish that a hole would appear and suck you away into oblivion. The rising of your walls as realization kicks in, is almost visible with the naked eye and your bright smile falters into a less bright one.

Kol´s smile, on the other hand, brightens, his eyes warm and not at all as if he’s laughing at you. You look down at you feet and turn away from him, hiding your blushed cheeks as you take a seat on the dark leather seat.

Kol still stands there, motionless, with a determined thought in his mind. He needs to break down your walls. No, he will break down them down no matter how long it takes.

Y/N | Present Time

The room is dark with only small rays of sunshine coming through the half-closed curtains. The familiar ache in your neck accompanied by the rustling of metal clanking together steers you awake. You look around the room, the familiar surroundings indicating that you are still at the boarding house, however, what or whoever attacked you is still invisible.

You move your hand, only to find out that they have been restrained with a metal handcuff around your wrist. A pained groan to your right makes you turn your head. Damon is restrained as well, but unlike you, he has a poker sticking through his chest and a metal chain wrapped around his torso.

“Seriously, this neck snapping has to stop.” You move your head, the muscles in your neck cracking with your movements.

“Low blow, Stefan. Low blow” Damon groans and tries to wiggle himself out of the chains with no avail. He seems quite relaxed giving the circumstance.

Stefan appears in the door frame casually leaning against it with a smile on his face, as if he has been waiting for his name to be called “What the hell happened to you two?”

“Whatever twisted ripper game this is, leave us out of it” Damon groans.

“I didn’t do this.” Stefan claims, the smug smile not leaving his face. He looks like a little boy that just got away with eating the last cookie in the jar.

“Quit screwing around, Stefan.”

“It wasn’t him.” you shake your head “ I would have seen it. It was some kind of invisible force”

“So much for no ghosts, huh?” Damon shoots you a look, his eyebrow cocked.

Stefan hops down the stairs and pulls at the chains “ It’s pretty messed up though, isn’t it?”

“Yep” you and Damon saying in unison.

Stefan removes the flat iron stake from Damon´s chest which results in Damon cursing under his breath. He then begins to remove the chains but stops midway. He shrugs and starts to leave but not without ripping one of the restraints away from your wrist.

“Thanks a lot, bro.” Damon calls after him, displeased with his brothers lack of care.

Now that your hand is free, you use it to rip the other restraint from your wrist and throw it behind you on the wooden floor, the metal clicking as it meets the ground. You do the same to Damon´s chains. “Ok what the hell is happening here?”

“Mason is happening.” Damon looks down at his shirt, sighing in annoyance.

“Mason…Why does that name sound so familiar..?” one of your handy spies mentioned someone called Mason in his reports. “Oh right, it´s the Lockwood uncle!”

“Is there anyone you don’t know? First Klaus and Rebekah, now Mason. Don’t tell me you know any other original vampires or werewolves.”

Oh, brother if you only knew half of it.

“What can I say? I like to keep track on my hometown. Or my turf as the kids nowadays would say.”

“Your “turf”? Really?” Damon furrows his eyebrows at the word you used “Could you at least try to be cool just once in your life?”

“Yeah yeah screw you too" you wave it off “So, that Mason guy…you killed him, right?” Damon nods. “And now you think he is the one that chained us to a chair and stabbed you with that poker, because he´s pissed?”

“Bingo. And I have just the guy to help us fix this. Come on, let´s go.” he cocks his head to the door and makes his way towards it.

“Uhm no? I have things to do.” Drowning in self-pity over the yet again stolen diamond is one of them. And maybe you should use the time to get some clothes since it seems you will stay a while. At least until Stefan is himself again.

“Oh, yeah?” he stops ”pLike what?”

“You know.. things. Out there.” you gesture out of the nearby window.” Without you.”

“Yeah, I don´t think so.“ he shakes his head “I´m not going to let you walk around on your own while freaking ghostapalooza is going on.”

“Ugh, fine.” You would never admit it aloud or even to yourself, but you missed your brother. Both of them. And if agreeing to follow Damon for the day means spending time with him, so be it. Though you wish Stefan would be there too “But I´m driving.”

“Not a chance. You will never - I repeat- never drive my car.”

“Oh, come on! I got you that car in the first place, remember? So technically it’s mine too.” It was a birthday present in a short period where two got along well - it was probably because you two were blackout drunk most of the time. Knowing that you probably should have got him something with less accident potential.

“Whatever. Let´s go”

“Wait.” you stop “Shouldn’t you change first? I mean I’m all for the bloody look, but I doubt the townsfolk would be okay with that. And I really want to take a shower as well”

“Good thinking. Meet back here in 10?”

Y/N | Damon´s Car

After you two washed up and changed, you hopped into Damon´s car heading to meet his buddy. He takes a left at a typical suburban-looking street with Caroline and Bonnie on the sidewalk hanging lanterns. He comes to a halt next to them. “Greetings, blondie. Witchy.”

“Who´s that? Your new girlfriend?” Caroline asks raising one eyebrow.

“Ha! You think I would date that? Please.” you huff, earning a “what the hell” look from Damon “Believe it or not but I am related to him.”

“Oh, so you´re Y/N?”

“And you´re Caroline Forbes, wolfy Lockwood’s girl. Oh, and hello there Bonnie. Good to see you again without Klaus breathing down our necks.”

“Are we done with the chit-chat now ?” Damon interrupts quite rudely and turns his attention to Bonnie “BonBon, I think you got your voodoo wires all crossed when you got rid of Vicki Donovan.”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Because I’m pretty sure I just got spit-roasted by Mason Lockwood’s ghost.”

“Why would you think that?” Caroline asks.

“Maybe because he chained me to a chair and shoved a hot poker in my chest.” Bonnie and Caroline look at him a little baffled “Let’s just say I’m having deja vu and I don’t have time for a vengeful Lockwood. When I kill someone, they’re supposed to stay dead.”

“Amen to that.” you nod your head.

“Whatever you screwed up, fix it.” Damon glares at Bonnie and shifts into drive and starts to take off. You give the girls a wave goodbye which they do not return. How rude.

“I can’t get over the fact they have a sister.” Bonnie says watching the Camaro drive off in the distance.

“I know right? But she seems nice…ish.” Caroline shrugs “She did try to help you back at the gym.”

“I don’t know. There’s something off with her don’t you think? Like she´s hiding something.”

“She´s a 160-something year old vampire. Of course there´s something off with her.”

“I guess” Bonnie keeps staring down the now empty road not able to shake her witchy instinct.

Y/N | Mystic Grill

“So this is the infamous Mystic Grill, huh? I am not impressed.” you shrug. The grill has nothing on the bars you´ve visited all over the world. Especially the ones in New Orleans. Nothing could ever top the atmosphere and flair these bars had. “So who is your ghostbuster guy? And where is he? Or are we just here to day drink?”

“My buddy Alaric. Right there.” he points to a sandy-blond haired guy at the bar.

“Wait, Alaric, the vampire hunter? Are you insane?” He clearly lost his mind.

“Your spies didn´t tell you? We´re friends.” Damon smiles and makes his way towards the bar.

“Of course you are. A vampire and a vampire hunter. What could go wrong?” you sigh following after him.

As you two approach him Alaric´s shoulders tense almost unnoticeable. “You know, I´ve had enough vampires today, thanks.”

“Oh, come on. Have a drink with me and my sis.” Damon gives him a clap on the shoulder and hops on a barstool while you do the same “We’ve got trouble.”

“No, you’ve got trouble.” Alaric snaps back clearly fed up with the supernatural drama “See, we’re not a team. You tried to kill me. All right? We’re not friends. I don’t like you anymore.”

“It’s a wonder you even liked him at all. He´s awful.” Alaric looks at you for the first time as if he did not even realize you were there before “I´m Y/N by the way.” Alaric nods, which you presume is his way of saying hello.

“Ric, remember back when you did like me and we conspired to kill Uncle werewolf Mason Lockwood?”

“Yeah, and?”

“I think he’s still a little pissed.”

“Well, that is an understatement.” you huff “Damon thinks that Mason was the one who-” the sound of your phone blurting out a BonJovie medley interrupts your sentence and you instantly know it´s Stefan calling. What could he want? “Don´t tell me you killed your precious little doppelganger and need someone to dig a grave. Because if so, I´m in.”

“Uhm.. it´s Elena.”

“Oh…” Whoops. “What do you want?”

“I need your help.” Of course, she does. You would not have expected otherwise.

“Couldn´t you call someone else? With your own phone preferably?”

“Just..get over here. It´s about Stefan”. her voice sounds desperate and quite distressed. What on earth happened? ”Please?”

“Fine. Text me the address” you end the call and drop your phone display-first on the counter “Ugh. I gotta stop doing this.”

“Stop doing what?” Damon asks and takes a sip out of his just ordered drink.

“Being nice to people.”

Damon almost chokes on his drink, while Alaric just shakes his head, wishing to be anywhere but here. “Nice to pe- Are you kidding me? Have you met you? You´re the meanest person I know!”

“Hey!” you shove Damon almost pushing him off the seat. “I could have easily captured Elena and gave her to Klaus as a peace offering. I didn´t. Equals nice person. Anyway, I gotta go. Sister duties and all.”

Damons hand wraps around your arm “It´s not safe, Y/N.”

“No shit, but when have I ever been safe, Damon? I´ll be fine. There won´t be any ghosts of my past haunting me today, alright?” you nod before your eyes switch to Alaric “It was nice meeting you, Alaric. If this one tries to kill you again, you let me know.” you wink at him and he seems to be quite perplexed. It’s best to be on a hunter’s good side, right?

You read the address Elena texted you, which is funny enough at the city jail a few blocks away. On your way to the door, you unexpectedly bump into someone that just entered the grill “Oh, sorry.”

“No problem.” the dark haired man answers and steps aside and holds the door open for you and you smile in response. You have forgotten how nice these people in this town are nowadays. Maybe it´s not so bad here after all.

The dark haired man makes his way to the bar, his eyes fixated on Damon and Alaric.

“God, I miss whiskey.” Mason says as he takes a sip from Damon´s glass before smashing it on Damon´s forehead.´

“Told ya” Damon looks at Alaric who is baffled by the not-so-dead Mason standing in front of him.

Unknown | Outside Mystic Grill

A woman packed with shopping bags rounds the corner after an excessive shopping trip and comes face to face with a peculiar dressed young lady. “Can I help you with something?” she asks. The girl looks like she just escaped a Victorian painting with the long dress and the tophat on her golden hair.

“Do you know her?” she gestures down the road, where you are currently walking.

“I don’t think so.” the woman answers, unease spreading through her body” Why? Do you?”

She nods “Is there a post office nearby? I have to send her a message.”

The woman furrows her eyebrows at her request while the girl simply eyes you crossing the street, a wicked smile on her face.

To be continued…

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Author Note: I fiddled around with this for a very long time, but it´s still not quite how I wanted it to be, but I blame that on whatever block I have at the moment. Anyway, lots of sibling stuff in this and next chapter will continue that. Also, if you didn´t watch the video showing the dance Y/N did, I suggest you go back an watch it, it´s quite funny.

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FAQ

1. What do you write?

Reader inserts and the occasional ship fic. Ships I’ll write for can be found HERE. SFW only. Ships can be written if it involves a polyamorous relationship with the reader. I don’t write smut simply because I’m not inspired to write smut and don’t think that I ever will be. Nothing against it but I just don't want to write it. No RPF. No self harm, eating disorders, or suicide. I can write about recovery from those topics but the actual acts/details will not be written. I’ll take specific types of readers/characters as well (ie. trans!reader, touch averse!reader, etc.)

This blog runs primarily on requests although on occasion you might see something I felt compelled to write.

2.What about face claims?

If you are requesting something for a character that does not have any media representation like a character from a book, or if you do not like the casting of a specific character you can ask that your faceclaim be used in the request as the gif. You must put the face claim with the request though, as if the face claim is not there I will automatically assume that you want the current actor playing the character, for the gif.

3.What fandoms can we request?

If I know it well enough then I can write for it. TV, Movies, Books, Musicals, and Plays. I don’t write for video games because I don’t have time to play any. Here’s a general list:

Marvel (MCU mainly). Law and Order SVU. How I Met Your Mother. Harry Potter. Kingsman. BBC Merlin. Star Trek (reboot only). Star Wars. Mad Max: Fury Road. The Martian. Pushing Daisies. Hannibal. Ripper Street. The Shannara Chronicles (Books Only). Disney. Lucifer. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Ray Donovan. Roadies. Halt and Catch Fire. Jurassic Park. Spy. The A-Team, X-Men. DCEU. Lord of the Rings. Repo! The Genetic Opera. Ender’s Game. The Haunted Mansion. The Hobbit. Baby Driver. House MD. The IT Crowd. Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. The Breakfast Club. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Brooklyn 99. (and many more)

I always make posts regarding new fandoms and those will be tagged “Added Fandom”

4.How do we request?

Send all requests through my ask. If what you want is based on an imagine, please submit a link so I can credit the owner of the imagine blog. Always specify the characters name and the fandom they come from.

I’ve got a specific post written up with the full list of how to request for everything that I write. Find that here.

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Tale As Old As Time: Chapter 1 Provincial Life

((Lmao the last thing I should be writing is another series right? But I saw beauty and the Beast the other day and I was inspired.))

I give credit to @dontshootmespence for helping me organize everything.

Contains: Fluff, Eventual Spencer x Reader- but sorry, you don't have a really appearance in this chapter yet.

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young princess lived in a shining castle. Her name was Y/n. Although she had everything her heart desired, the princess was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered her a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the princess sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned the girl not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when she dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The princess tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in Y/n's heart, and as punishment, she transformed her into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of her monstrous form, the beast concealed herself inside her castle, with a magic mirror as her only window to the outside world. The rose the enchantress had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until her twenty-first year. If Y/n could learn to love another, and earn his love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, she would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, she fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

A young man exited his home, an unseen smile blooming on his face at the valley he and his mother lived at. The dirt roads, leading to the cobblestone village were earthy and coffee-like, light in the rays of the sun and sapphire skies. The grass wasn't too green, but his mother's garden did brighten up their yard, and brought a sweet smell to his nose.

His name was Spencer. The man was past his twenties, not too long ago turning 37, and still without a bride, content in looking after his mother. Her brain wasn't too sharp anymore, but she had her moments where the young woman he grew up with shone through.

Spencer smoothed down the white smock he wore over his light blue trousers, and matching vest, a white shirt to cover his arms. His shoulder-length hazelnut locks were tied back with a blue ribbon he had stolen from his mother. He grabbed the basket that lie next to the stone stairs he walked down from, placing the book he had thumbed over the last few hours into the weaving.

Every morning Spencer went into town to grab some ingredients for food that day, and to head to the bookshop in town, his favorite place in the entire world. Unfortunately, not everyone in the town really respected him. Some people were cruel, teasing him for being so odd, or being Diana Reid's son. As he reached the buildings and shoppes, he could already see people staring and whispering about him.

He ignored everyone whispering about how he was a 'funny man' or making fun of him for being smart. Although the townsfolk boasted of his beauty, he felt upset and annoyed that that was all they cared about. His mother had always warned him that one shouldn't judge a book by their cover. Speaking of books...

"Ah, Spencer!" The librarian, Emily Prentiss, got down from her ladder where she had previously been dusting to hug her favorite (and most frequent) patron. "Let me guess, you've finished the book already, and no, I'm sorry, we don't have anything new." She pretended not to notice Spencer's embarrassment as he nodded. The library had maybe twenty books to it's name and not many people came to visit. But her business was held afloat by the absence of taxes.

"Can I borrow...this one?" He asked shyly, holding up a familiar leather cover. She nodded, but still felt confused. "I know, I've read this one too many times but...it"s my favorite. Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!" A dreamy look overcame his face as he rambled on.

"Well, if you like it all that much, it's yours!" She proclaimed, laughing at his dumbstruck look upon his face. "I insist! You're the only one who really likes it anyway!"

"Well thank you.' Spencer's voice was quiet, reaching out to hug her once more. "Thank you very much!" He left the shop, looking like a boy on Christmas morning.

Spencer held the book in his hands that he had already read so much like he had just received a chest of gold. He could practically recite it from memory, but he still contained as much joy as when he first read it as his eyes hungrily ate up 'Once upon a time'. He was careful to avoid damaging the book or running into anyone as he whisked by the market, digging out coins from his smock pockets and paying each merchant for bread, eggs- which were quite expensive- and some slivers of meat from the butcher.

"There he is...." A young girl watched from afar, sipping from her teacup. She wore an expensive tea gown, hair curled and styled high in the fashion that was popular in Paris, looking through the window of a shoe shoppe. Diane Turner was a young, weathly orphan who never stopped reminding Spencer that she was eligible for marriage. It seems the only reason she was so infatuated with him was because he didn't make a bumbling fool of himself offering himself to her like the small group of men she had attracted in the village. She had just returned from Paris, another trip to buy more expensive things and had set her eyes back to on as who she referred to as her future husband.

"No one stands a chance against you Ms., especially against any man." Her friend/servant since birth Maeve Donovan stood by her side, voice gentle, as if merely speaking would anger Diane. Maeve never knew what mood her mistress would be in, but she seemed happy enough with her 'cat ate the canary' smile

Diane set her teacup and saucer down on the windowsill, standing and promptly walking out of the shoppe, ignoring the owner's frown as the rich customer didn't buy anything. Maeve quickly followed suit behind her, amazed how Diane could walk so fast in heels. "I know Maeve, and my eyes are set on that man right there." She pointed up ahead where Spencer slowly walked, softly humming to himself and he flipped through the book.

"You mean crazy Diana Reid's son?" Maeve gasped, furrowing her eyebrows. "But he's-"

"The most beautiful man and town! That makes him the best! And I dare say I do deserve the best don't i?" Diane interrupted with a sneering tone. Maeve stopped in her tracks, blushing as she apologized.

"It's just his mother....you really want to marry into that family?" She mumbled, scurrying back after Diane. Diane made a rude noise, clicking her tongue loudly as she moved to face Maeve.

"You're so simple-minded. His mother is old, she'll probably die soon. Then it will be just Spencer and I. Imagine it... his latest kill roasting on the fire, and I, his little wife massaging his feet while our six or seven little ones play with the dogs."

"Spencer? Hunting?" Maeve had to stifle a laugh, questing down as the pair finally reached the aforementioned man. The idea seemed positively ridiculous. "Spencer!" Diane greeted, smiling and giving a polite nod.

"Bonjour..." Spencer quickly finished the last sentence of the page he was reading and looked up, bowing slightly. He wasn't expecting Diane to pry the book from his hands as she did, flipping through the pages.

"What's this about hm? Shouldn't you be out hunting with the other village men? I heard they were all out today." Spencer had to hold back scoffing at her statement. It wasn't that he was against hunting, he just preferred staying inside and reading with his mother.

"There's more to life then chasing an animal." Spencer nodded politely, taking the book back and trying to end the conversation and walk away but Diane stood in his path. "Yes, there is, I am delighted you've noticed. You know, most of the townsfolk think that you might not be looking exactly for a wife due to your...lack of..." She rambled on and his face turned a light pink, eyebrows furrowing. "You should join me for tea one day." She proposed and he shook his head, declining.

"I can't, my mother needs my help." He gestured to the path that led to his house, grimacing when Diane started laughing at him, elbowing Maeve harshly to join in. Spencer bit back a sigh, almost rolling his eyes.

"Your mother? She's just a peculiar old spinster....I guess that would mean she needs all the help she can get." Spencer' saw clenched, making Maeve stop her forced laughter out of fear, Diane being completely ignorant.

"Don't you dare talk about my mother that way." He walked around her to head back to his house, ignoring the four heels that pitter-pattered behind him, biting his lip harshly when Diane tried to pass the comment off like Maeve had set it. Spencer practically ran up the path when he finally saw the fence around his house.

"Spencer!" Diane cried exasperatedly, corset and excessive exercise making it hard to breathe. "Listen, we've lived in this town our whole lives, yes?" She waited for him to agree before she continued. "Let's not beat around the bush then. We're both in our prime, and let's be honest, you really can't do better then me... let alone being in this small town or not...." She trailed off, giving him a pointed look.

"What are you...why...is this your way of getting me to propose to you?" He almost laughed but the fear of being Mr. Diane Turner overpowered his hysterics. His pace started getting quicker. "Diane, you're right about one thing, we've lived in this town our whole lives. I've known you since we were little, but the one thing that has never changed is your arrogance." His hands finally reached the wooden gate and he tried to quickly shut it but Diane, with a furious expression tore right through behind him, not caring if she stepped on any flowers.

"All I'm saying is that we could never be happy together, so therefore, after thinking, and realizing I'm too poor to buy you a fancy ring or anything really, maybe, perhaps, we shouldn't get married at all. Have a good day!" He opened and slammed his front door shut, leaning his back against the heavy oak and sliding down until he almost hit the floor. After he was sure she was gone, he bolted out of his house, muttering to himself.

"Mousier Turner- ha! Can't you just see it? Her husband! No sir!" He ran off into the wide open lands behind his house, practically collapsing as he stared up into the sky. Didn't anybody realize that he wanted to leave this village? He wanted adventure so much he dreamt vivid dreams about traveling. Why couldn't anyone understand? -

"I cannot do this anymore Spencer." His mother sighed, quill in hand, scrolls of various chapters about her novel she had been working on. Every year she would write one but no one ever picked them up. "Too intimidated by your genius" Spencer would tell her.

"Mother you always say that, and every year you finish it." Spencer waved off his mother's rambling, trying to find a place to set down a meal for her. It was crunch time, her leaving tomorrow meant he needed to finish editing today.

"I mean it, this time. I'll never get this boneheaded story to sound even remotely good at all." Diana ran her hand through her hair, elbows on the desk in front of her. Spencer shook his head, making his way over to her.

"Yes, you will. And you'll finally get that publication." He continued as she groaned, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "...and become a world famous author! Soon every person in the world will have their very own Diana Reid story.

"You really believe that?' Her tone became soft, unbelieving. "I always have." he reassured her, kissing his mother on the cheek. She seemed satisfied with that so he had started cleaning up, making sure not to step on any pages.

"So, did you have a good time in town today?" She mumbled as she worked, adjusting her spectacles.

"I got a new book." He shrugged and stayed quiet for a few moments. "......Mama, do you think I'm odd?"

"My son? Odd?" She tutted, shaking her head. "Where would you get an idea like that?"

"Oh, I don't know. It's just I'm not sure I've ever really fitted in this town. There's no one I can really talk to."

"What about that...' She snapped her fingers for a moment trying to think. "Diane? She's a pretty little thing! Rich as well...." Spencer snorted. "She's pretty all right, pretty rude and conceited and...Oh Mother, she's not for me!"

"Well, don't you worry, cause this book should be the start of a new life for us. I think that's done it. Now, give it a read." She thrusted the stack of papers over in his direction. It took him about 20 minutes to get through the whole thing, well, everything he was given while Diana almost paced a hole in the floor. "Well....It's wonderful. My favorite book so far."

"It works? It works!" She shrieked, grabbing him in a hug and kissing his face.

"You did it! You really did it!" He hoped his mother's words rang true. He so badly wished to get out of here, one nice he knew for certain his mother was safe, maybe then he could try thinking about love. -

The next morning Spencer watched with a frown as his mother got ready for her yearly trip to Paris. He was never allowed to go, and although he wondered why, he never fought his mother's decision. She went every year not only to go and publish her books but to go and learn new things, get new books, and bring back new ideas. Diana had always wanted to be a teacher, but she wasn't allowed to, as a women, for they were too "fragile".

"My dear, is there anything you would like?" Diana was bustling around outside, getting all of her bags and books. Spencer pitched in to help, his added strength unfortunately making the job done quicker.

"I only wish for a rose." He replied, smile growing when Diana turned, slightly puzzled. "You ask for that every year..." She wondered out loud, giving him a look.

"There are no roses that grow in this part of town... I've looked everywhere. I can remember when I was younger, they used to be all around us..." He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, stopping his bashful activities when his mother leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Then I will continue to bring you one." She cupped the side of his face with her hand, saying her goodbyes and heading on her way. Spencer ran behind her, shouting and waving his own goodbyes until Phillippe pulled the carriage too fast for his liking.

It wasn't until early the next morning, earlier then the crows of the roosters that Spencer heard violent whinny's outside of the house. He opened the door to find Phillippe, no carriage, his mother not in sight. Without a second thought he climbed on the horses back, flicking the reins.

"Take me to her."

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