Formerly @mvltifandcm. Low activity/hiatus. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I do fluff, angst, platonic and romantic imagines. Feedback is always appreciated, even if it’s just keysmashing or heart emojis or anything at all. I love it. Every creator does.
Warnings: Karlach manhandles you ❤️ she’s very touchy ❤️🔥 hurt/comfort? Technically? Period/menstruation related
Pairing(s): Karlach/AFAB!Reader
"Nope, c'mere, soldier," Karlach hummed, easily lifting you and slinging you across her lap. She'd become more and more tactile since her second upgrade from Dammon - to your detriment, apparently.
With a faint groan, you let her splay you across her lap, flopping unceremoniously onto her muscular thighs, clad in her usual tattered-and-laced leather garb.
"Oi, don't 'arrrgh' me," she chided with a fanged grin, swiping a strip of red-and-black hair from obscuring her amber eyes, and the crinkles formed by their corners, endlessly delighted to have you in her grasp. You pouted up at her from your position, somewhat folded over the tiefling's legs as she chuckled down at you, brushing her hands more gently this time over your aching abdomen.
"Cramps, hm?" She hummed, her gaze watching your face, the way your eyes fluttered as you felt her fingertips, hot as a stone in the morning sunlight, dancing across your aching middle.
"Mmph... mhm," you managed to nod in reply, your eyes drooping with your body's self-imposed fatigue, and you caught another flash of that toothy, goofy, lovable grin.
"Just relax, y'hear? Mama K's got you," she crooned down at you, eyes glimmering with amusement and affection in equal measure. As she gently massaged your bloating tummy, your eyes fluttered shut once again, but before they did... you could've sworn you saw those slit pupils of hers starting to round out, eager to touch you and watch you find peace beneath her war-torn hands.
Valeria loves you like a match loves gasoline. Like a blade relishes the taste of blood sliding down to its hilt. If it were up to her, she'd be covered in you always, one way or another.
Even now, in a dark, secluded corner of a club in Las Almas, the sicaria can't help but keep a tight hold on you; short, polished pink nails dig into the recently exposed skin of your thigh... her elegant, strong hands seek to push that skirt of yours up just a bit further. With such a sickly saccharine, yet sadistic smirk gracing those treacherous lips, you can't think to do much else but let her have her way.
from the notes app archives/brain rot o’clock/should I write something for this? miguel o’hara edition
Miguel O’Hara kisses like he’s super focused on your lips, on completing the task of kissing you. He’s very intense, his brow furrows, his jaw sets, his mouth is hard on yours. He isn’t very good at impromptu physical intimacy, but after a while with you, and when you’re alone together, you can manage to get him to relax a bit; his mouth on yours becomes a little softer, his lines less rigid as you coax his lips into moving with yours, and when he gets really into it, you can hear the slightest moan in the midst of his relaxed little sighs.
Warnings: None just Kaito being adorable and a lil flirty!
Pairings: Kaito/GN!Reader
Prompt: "The way the spring sun gently caresses you with light is so nice. It's hard not to just sit back and relax."
Word Count: 300+
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
It was a beautiful day out in the Sekai as you sat with Kaito, basking in the stunning spring day atmosphere as he let out the smallest hum from beside you. As the wind brushed over the quiet afternoon, you found yourself glancing over to the virtual singer, taking in a deep breath; your gaze traveled over his form, before meeting his deep blue eyes with the slightest bit of heat starting to build in your cheeks.
His expression always seemed to bright as he turned to look at you; at first, you'd honestly thought you were imagining it, your lovesick brain scrambling to fill in the blanks for you, until Miku had brought it up to you a few days prior…
'He looks smitten,' is what she'd said, teal eyes sparkling knowingly with a giggle on her lips, and it had stuck with you day and night since then.
"The way the spring sun gently caresses you with light is so… nice," he spoke suddenly, his voice sweet and melodic to your ears, his eyes briefly flitting towards the ground as a shy smile came to his lips, twisting a small, royal blue flower between his fingertips. After a moment, he reached over, his fingers grazing over your cheek as he tucked the small blossom behind your ear, no doubt feeling how you began to bloom with warmth under his touch.
"It's hard not to just sit back and relax," he added on, musing to himself as his eyes glimmered with mirth, taking in the sight of your surprised expression, paired with a bashful grin.
"It's hard for me not to relax with you, Kaito—" Left your mouth in a light jumble before you could stop yourself from speaking, and you could practically see his heart soar at your admission, leaning closer over the grass to graze his fingertips over yours, a pleased hum leaving his lips as he tilted his head at you.
"…I feel precisely the same way…~"
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It’s your friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:
I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.
Warnings: A lil bit angsty, Rose is sad, you're sad, Emmett is getting fed up. Pininggggg.
Pairings: Rosalie Hale/Fem!Witch!Reader.
Word Count: 1400+
Author's Note: Right, so, this is probably gonna get a third part to fully wrap up the request. Woohoo!
Taglist: @cinffy23 | @milfloverslut
PART ONE.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
At first, she'd tried to ignore you. After helping you pick up your books, hauling you to your feet, and dusting you off subtly with some adorably "mother hen"-ish tendencies to her behavior, she practically sped out of that hallway like she had finally found a passable middle ground between normal human walking and vampiric speed; you had barely managed to squeeze a first name out of her in a mere mumble of just "Rosalie" before she was avoiding your gaze, speaking through clenched teeth. She uttered one last "sorry," as she went, and that was it, it seemed.
You felt... discouraged, to say the least. This wasn't really what you'd expected at all; she'd just brushed you off like it was nothing.
Did⎯ did she somehow not feel it? The connection? Because from all that you had learned in your studies of connections like this, of soul bonds, you knew that if they were true, if they were genuine, and not the effect of some potion, illusionary magick, or even a delusion, both parties would immediately know, upon first being in each other's presence, who their one was.
Especially if both parties were vampiric in nature, considering their enhanced senses.
Yes, you had already 'sniffed out' her little secret, and Emmett's too, in turn, of course. You weren't necessarily surprised; you'd heard of a fair few covens settling in the northernmost states of America over the years, and it was a fine town, Forks, for those wishing to go unnoticed⎯ though, you being what you were, you didn't have to try too hard to blend in.
In almost all physical regards, you appeared human. Your eyes, for the most part, stayed the same color, unless purposefully altered by some magic; your hair was, again, quite average⎯ or, at least, it was in the human ranges of quality, not too 'perfect,' not kept as well as a doll's; it was living... mostly.
You looked relatively unremarkable if compared directly to the Cullens; you passed as human.
The trickier part came with how you registered for other creatures.
Your guardian, Valentin Dubois, had, for a long while by that point, placed a sort of glamour spell over you, for your own safety while out in public; because of this, you didn't just look human⎯ to all the world (other vampires included), you practically were one, the magick he placed on you warping their senses to keep you very well hidden from anyone who might seek to take advantage of your nature in some way.
So, naturally, when you brought up the idea to him of removing said glamour... you were met with a pretty instantaneous 'no.' Even as you begged and pleaded, his stoney grey eyes simply regarded you with an unwavering stare.
"She's my mate, Val, and she might not even know⎯" You told him, voice raising despite yourself, the emotions getting the best of you as your throat tightened around your very words.
However, Valentin quickly cut your argument short.
"If the connection is genuine, dear heart, there is no force on this Earth that could keep her from knowing⎯ not even magic. Not even magic as strong as mine..." He paused briefly, letting you sit with that for a moment before speaking once again.
"...She may not be unaware of your connection, my dear. She may simply be... unprepared for it." He murmured softly, frowning faintly. Your heart felt like it was a rock sinking into your stomach when he said that, but you tried to take a steady breath.
"What does that mean? I'm... I'm made for her, we're made for each other."
"Oh, child..." He gave a pensive sigh, pursing his lips and briefly running his fingers through his silvery blond hair.
"As much as I wish matters such as this were that simple, I'm afraid that I cannot offer you that solace..." He bit his lip, gazing off thoughtfully before starting once more.
"Though soul bonds are unmistakable, irreplaceable, and unbreakable... some things may have changed your mate's view of such things... Living as we do, as she does⎯ it is a difficult existence... very rarely does a story of vampirism have idyllic beginnings..." You realized he was right, despite the stinging feeling in your chest, your jaw clenching softly and your gaze flitting down to the floor.
"Give it time," he murmured after a beat of silence, reaching over to brush his thumb delicately over your cheek. "You have more than enough time to sort this out, don't you, my dear?" He tried to reassure you, humming softly and smiling as you gave him a hesitant nod of agreement.
"Just some time... alright..."
"She'll come to you eventually..."
But she didn't.
In fact, she seemed to be actively avoiding you⎯ and while you tried your best not to let it affect you, not to let it hurt you, it still did. It really, really did... and more people seemed to know that than just you.
"C'mon, Rose⎯" Emmett groaned softly under his breath, leaning on his elbows against the cafeteria table as she stared silently out the window, tracking raindrops as they trailed down the glass.
"You've been avoiding this girl like the freakin' plague, but we all know if you really want someone to leave you alone? You let them know pretty damn quick. So, what's up with all... this? Why're you hanging her out to dry like this?"
He was lucky, Rosalie thought, that he had been speaking too quietly for the human Populus of Forks High School to hear⎯ or else she probably would have had to smack him upside the head for talking about this in such a public space. Much to her chagrin, she was almost certain that was the exact reason he chose right then and right there to start this conversation; so she wouldn't be able to make a scene or run away from it⎯ at least, not without calling even more unwanted attention to herself. For someone with the reputation of an absolute meathead, he was a lot smarter than he looked, she thought to herself glumly.
"You know why I can't let her in, Emmett," she muttered after a moment, amber-colored eyes scanning the cafeteria until they landed on you. She hated how her heart seemed to jump into her throat with a mere glance.
This wasn't fair... this wasn't fair to either of you.
You were, as far as she knew, entirely human. Charming and sweet and earnest and devastatingly beautiful, but human. And she... she couldn't offer you everything she wanted to. She couldn't offer you anything at all, actually⎯ Edward was already putting the coven at risk enough by being with Bella, and they both knew that the arrangement was unlikely to end well. What kind of a selfish hypocrite would she be to do the exact same as he had?
Even as she tried to deny her yearning for you, turning away from your prying gaze, she could still feel the blossoming ache in her chest; unluckily for her, Emmett could very much see it, too.
"So, what, then? You're just gonna agonize over it every time you're close to her? She's your mate, Rose⎯ you're really just gonna let her walk away because you're scared?"
The glare she gave him was withering, but as she noticed his own expression shift into one of surprise, gazing past her head, she practically whipped around in her seat, met with a sight that almost wiped her mind clean.
There you were, standing but a yard away, looking at her with an expression like a deer in headlights; briefly, she took notice of a scrap of paper clutched in your slightly shaky hand.
Gathering your nerve, you took a breath and walked directly past their table, slipping the note in front of her rather fluidly as you passed.
As you walked off, a soft huff left your lips, finally releasing the breath you'd been holding.
Unbeknownst to you, Rosalie, very softly, did the same, turning over the paper in her pale, elegant hand.
'Hey. Meet me at the diner on Friday. 5 PM. We need to talk.'
Her breath seemed to catch again as her eyes scanned over the words, and Emmett hummed, glancing at the note and then back up to her again.
"Don't," she warned him, but he swiftly ignored her plea.
"So... what now?"
She paused, nose briefly wrinkling with the slightest bit of annoyance, anxiety slowly building in her chest as she considered the message before her. Folding the small paper, she took another short breath.
"I... I guess there's only one choice, here." She pondered, biting the inside of her cheek and turning the folded paper over in her palm.
"I have to go and end this before it starts..."
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Warnings: Alcohol, Frank and Reader are drunk, Frank being Frank
Pairings: Frank Castle/Tall!Fem!Reader
Request: "Heyyyy you don’t have to, but I would love love love a Frank Castle x tall reader!! (At least 5’9”??) where maybe she’s tipsy/drunk and admits she loves how burly Frank is because she can finally feel like a woman. You don’t have to but I’d like one? Thanks <33"
Word Count: 700+
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
Most people would agree, you were sure, that getting sloppy drunk around someone you were secretly harboring feelings for was a dangerous game to play. And considering who, in particular, the object of your affections appeared to be, you were sure that most people in the situation you'd put yourself in presently, would be absolutely shitting bricks.
But, in any case, it was a bit too late to back down, now, you dimly realized as you leaned your head against Frank's shoulder, the scent of beer and blood and gunpowder and this pure... essence of him invading your nostrils, enveloping you in him as you sat by his side, happy as a clam and humming contently under your breath.
Besides, you tried to drunkenly reason with yourself as you settled against him briefly, we're both adults here, anyway. And he's a sweetheart. If I tell him, he'll let me down easy.
"You're such a gentleman," you slurred softly, smiling dreamily into his shoulder as he almost choked on his latest sip of beer⎯ a low chuckle left him at that, and even with your eyes partially⎯ well, halfway⎯ well, mostly⎯ closed, you could still feel him shaking his head and sucking his teeth, giving you a small, teasing 'tch' that made your stomach flutter.
"You got a fuckin' weird definition of 'gentleman,' L/N," he rumbled out, taking another slow sip before wrapping his arm softly, but securely, around your shoulders, keeping you upright, and in the process, up against him. You could feel even more heat rising to your cheeks at that, even as an irritated, yet still playful, sigh left your lips.
"'M being serious, Frank⎯" you pouted, reluctantly shifting in his grip and pulling your head away to look at him more directly, humming pleasantly once again at the sight of his face.
He eyed you with some amusement, taking another slow pull from his bottle as he waited for you to elaborate, brow slightly raised. A low... heat pooled in your stomach when you saw his tongue briefly dart out over his chapped lips, just as his thumb brushed over the skin of your upper arm, goose pimples raised up just under his warm, calloused hand.
"You're so gentle with me," you mumbled out finally, a feverish sort of sigh leaving you. His eyes traveled over you briefly, gaze grazing over your face and your body as you practically scrunched yourself into a ball by his side, soaking in his warmth. God, the urge you had to straddle his lap…
“What, ya want me to treat ya rougher?” He joked under his breath, eyes curious as he continued to regard you, and your breath caught briefly in your throat at that. You could see a smirk starting to form in response to your reaction, the corners of his mouth ticking upwards. Shithead.
“No,” you puffed, shifting again in your seated position, stretching out one of your long legs as pins and needles started to prickle at your feet.
“‘S nice, the way you treat me like ‘m delicate,” you slurred softly, watching your foot as you rotated your ankle idly, forgetting yourself. “Makes me feel like a… like a lady,” you purred.
There was a beat of silence as you moved your other leg down, planting your feet hesitantly on the ground, and then turning slightly to look at him again, eyes once again half-lidded— the look he was fixing you with almost froze you entirely; he looked… hazy, yes, because of the alcohol, but the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
“That’s ‘cause you are a lady, sweetheart,” he murmured, a slightly playful edge to his tone, barely there, but still noticeable to you.
“Mmmmyeah,” you replied mindlessly, breath feeling heavy, almost stifled, as you leaned in closer, centimeter by centimeter, almost. Even with all the nerve you’d gathered just to say these things, it still wasn’t quite enough— but it’d have to do.
“Wanna kiss you, Frank,” you murmured softly, your eyes nearly fully closed as you felt his breath hot on your lips, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek…
The next thing you knew, you had a pounding headache, the limited sunlight streaming in through gaps in the curtains of the motel room almost blinding to your poor senses.
“Rise ‘n’ shine, sweetheart,” Frank snorted as you buried your face in a pillow with a low groan, refusing his offer of water.
“‘Ey, little lady— you behave, and I might give you that kiss.” Your cheeks burned as you pushed yourself up, giving him a halfhearted, bleary-eyed scowl.
“You better deliver, Castle…”
“Drink some damn water first, L/N.”
Ever the gentleman.
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Heyyyy you don’t have to, but I would love love love a Frank Castle x tall reader!! (At least 5’9”??) where maybe she’s tipsy/drunk and admits she loves how burly Frank is because she can finally feel like a woman. You don’t have to but I’d like one? Thanks <33
Hello, nonnie!! I'm so sorry it took so long to finish this request but it'll be posted soon!! Thank you for your support and your prompt!!
Warnings: Mentions of ableism/ableist comments from other angels; brief description of eye injuries.
Pairings: Camael (Original Character | Supernatural)/Reader
Summary: After Castiel's brief stint as God, his brother, Camael, has taken his place. Now, he deals with the consequences, with some unexpected comfort.
Word Count: 500+
Author's Note: This is not compliant with Supernatural's canon storyline, of course, as it includes an OC. Also, there will be mentions of some ableist attitudes among angels towards Camael due to him being blind. I do not agree with any of those sorts of opinions and will not entertain ableism or ableist attitudes/viewpoints on my blog. I already have done a fair amount of research on how to portray and properly deal with blind characters, but I am always open to corrections and critiques. Nonetheless, please stay respectful in the replies. Thank you for reading.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
The former angel was still... adjusting to godhood, as one might expect from someone in his predicament. The hands of his vessel were wrapped securely, but not too tightly, around his white cane, and they felt oddly... cold. Cold in a way they hadn't ever felt before.
His lips, slightly chapped by the winds of an oncoming storm, pursed softly as the breeze passing by ruffled his dark brown hair.
He felt... Alone.
And, until quite recently, he believed that he was. That he always would be.
After taking the plunge for his doomed brother, taking the responsibility in his hands that no one else in their ranks sought to bear, petrified by the monumental undertaking that gaining such powers would require...
After gaining all the knowledge that had been thrust into him without warning, expanding his consciousness past its natural bounds without any sort of reprieve...
Well, there was a reason that very few people could ever bear the weight and the consequences of this role, and the powers that came with it; that, he now understood all too well.
In the most literal sense, the world now rested upon his shoulders. Not necessarily Earth, as it was a shared territory, but Heaven? Heaven looked to him now; legions of angels, from the fledglings to the fully grown, to even the archangels, now sought his guidance, residing under his leadership.
He, the blinded angel; he, who had paid a terrible price as consequence for a task he would have never been able to accomplish in time. He, the outcasted and scorned. He, who had failed.
Even now, he was sure there were still whispers echoing across the grounds of the celestial realm; a question still lingering of why he would choose to remain without his sight, without his eyes...
Was it because he didn't truly have the ability to restore himself to his "former glory"?
Was their new God choosing to remain purposefully ignorant?
Or was he simply trying to keep himself as familiar to them as possible, even at the price of his sight, to comfort them?
He'd heard a great many theories from the mouths of his siblings, some accusatory, some merely curious, some questioning his abilities to lead the forces of Heaven at all.
In truth, while he could deny most of those hypotheses, he could confirm none.
Not even he could truly pinpoint why he had not restored his sight, or even healed the remains of his charred and gouged eyes... it was merely intuition that led him to that decision; that, and he did not need his vision so desperately.
What he needed, what he relied on... was his heart.
And that very heart had led him to you.
He briefly inclined his head as leaves crunched behind him, his grip on the cane loosening somewhat while some very familiar footsteps came up to his side. A content sigh left your lips as he reached out, wrapping one arm snugly around your waist, tucking you into his side; safe and sound.
Warmth radiated from your very being, so divine that he could taste it; you may have been only human, but to him? You were starlight on Earth.
"Brooding again, Camael?" You teased softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw and nestling your head into the crook of his neck. He smiled briefly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as the distant storm seemed to recede.
"Not anymore."
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Request: "Hi! Would it be alright to request something for Rosalie? Maybe where R is the new girl in town/school and just so happens to be Rosalies mate.. however Rosalie doesn't want to "taint" R or ruin her life, so she tries to stay away not knowing she hurting R too since already knows.. R is a hybrid, (vampire/witch). R has enough and confronts Rosalie teary eyed saying "if you don't want me just tell me." Or" does being my mate really digust you that much?". But in the end it's all fluff and love?"
Word Count: 900+
Author's Note: hoooooo boy yeah so. this request has been sitting in my inbox for at least a year and i am........ so deeply sorry that it's taken me so long to get to it. also, this doesn't exactly fit the prompt either, but i'm thinking of writing a part two to get to the real meat of the plot... if anyone's interested, let me know!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
The first time Rosalie Hale laid eyes on you, she'd known she had found the one. Her one. She'd never thought that she'd ever truly find that person⎯ she had even found herself believing, at one point or another, that no such match ever existed for her...
She'd spent decades gazing enviously at the love Carlisle and Esme had shared, the devotion and loyalty and soft passion that seemed to come through tirelessly, every day. She'd had so long to watch the effortless connection and understanding and balance that Alice and Jasper gave to each other. Even Edward had now found someone, and yet she remained alone, untouched, regarded as merely the cold beauty of the Cullen coven, the ice queen of Forks High, an impossible prize to win...
She wondered if she'd ever be seen as loved, or capable of loving after all of this, all that she'd been through... and then, she saw you, and it felt like her heart started back up again.
Unbeknownst to her, you had, rather quickly, reached the same conclusion; the very blood in your veins thrummed in her presence, the magic in your bones singing her name the second you learned it.
This was her, your guides seemed to whisper. This is the one who is yours; this is the one whom you are hers.
And all this came a mere few days after you had moved to Forks, seeking to reconnect with the powerful natural forces of the Pacific Northwest, seeking to hone your abilities further. The choice in town had been fairly random, actually; you'd always had a small town in mind for your next place of dwelling, wanting to limit your contact with bustling cities like Seattle and Portland as much as you could; however, you never would have guessed that such a quiet settlement nestled just on the coast would bring you to your other half.
Or, rather, would send you flying into her, in a frightfully inelegant manner.
There was a clipped squeal from you and a muted gasp from her when the two of you first collided in the hallways of Forks High School. Rosalie and Emmett had only just turned a corner when they spotted you barrelling forward, not paying much attention to your surroundings, digging through your messenger bag desperately in a mad scramble to find your gym clothes underneath all your books, nestled precariously in the crooks of your arms as you moved them out of your way. It was rather impressive, you reckoned, your ability to multitask⎯ but, not today, sadly.
You had looked up too late to duck and dodge the pair of them; and, in any case, you had only noticed Emmett on first inspection, with how large he was. Quickly, you had swerved slightly to avoid his hulking frame, but in your belated attempt to avoid crashing into him, you'd instead ended up directly in the path of the resident ice queen herself.
Smacking into her at nearly full force, she was almost surprised at the amount of strength behind your relatively small figure, but it still wasn't enough to topple her⎯ though, it was enough to get the best of the books stacked in your grasp, which had crashed to the floor one after another in a series of clattering thumps as she caught you in a rather cold and almost stony grip.
The two of you froze almost instantly, her honey-colored eyes piercing your own as you felt heat rising to your face.
As the situation unfolded, Emmett had already sidestepped to try and give you some room, immediately trying (and failing) to withhold a chuckle. Both you and he watched Rosalie's expression with bated breath, the latter anticipating having to intervene in a moment or two to save the newbie from a tongue-lashing; however, much to his surprise, no such harsh words arrived for you.
Instead, the blonde, still nearly frozen to the spot, simply let you go, sucking in a breath and blinking harshly, her gaze averting from you and towards the wall; what was this... fuzzy feeling forming in her chest? Why was it so overwhelming?
After a moment of studying her still, you finally snapped back to reality, stooping over to grab your books, and surprisingly... the ice queen herself joined you in your efforts, her lips pursed and eyes flitting madly back and forth across the floor of the hall as she tried to think of what to say while passing you your books.
"I apologize, I should've⎯"
"It's my bad, I didn't mean to⎯"
Her teeth speared her lower lip briefly as she paused her breathing, trying to block out your intoxicating scent, trying to ignore the warmth radiating from you like a not-so-distant star...
She wasn't going to make an ass of herself like Edward, she thought adamantly, trying to ignore the weight of Emmett's annoyingly amused and curious gaze as she slipped your books back into your grasp with graceful, almost fluid, movements.
The soft, shy giggle that was practically punched out from between your lips by the intensity of the situation made her feel like she was experiencing a head rush...
As she met your gaze again, albeit hesitantly, the two of you now even closer than before, you gave her an apologetic smile.
The look on your face⎯ so excited, nervous, bashful... so pure... it led her to another conclusion shortly afterward.
Again, unlike Edward, she would restrain herself.
Successfully.
Even if you called to her in ways she couldn't fully understand, she wouldn't pull you into this existence so thoughtlessly. She wouldn't ruin that spark. She wouldn't be selfish.
She just couldn't...
At least, not yet.
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Hi! Would it be alright to request something for Rosalie? Maybe where R is the new girl in town/school and just so happens to be Rosalies mate.. however Rosalie doesn't want to "taint" R or ruin her life, so she tries to stay away not knowing she hurting R too since already knows.. R is a hybrid, (vampire/witch). R has enough and confronts Rosalie teary eyed saying "if you don't want me just tell me." Or" does being my mate really digust you that much?". But in the end it's all fluff and love?
Hello, nonnie!!! I am... so sorry, this ask has been sitting in my inbox for literally over a year, but I've just (at least partially) completed something based on your request... thank you for your prompt and your patience, and if you'd like a part two, let me know; again, I'm so sorry for the wait!
Imagine Dean Winchester comforting you after a tough day.
He’s never been the best at dealing with emotions in what he’d call “chick flick moments,” but he more than understands that sometimes, a few tears are needed. His arms would wrap around you in a solid and warm, but not too tight, pressure, his chin resting atop your shoulder or your head, thumb brushing between your shoulder blades as you’d breathe in the musky scent that was indescribably him. And he’d hold you for as long as you’d need him to, waiting for you to pick yourself back up again before giving you a warm little half-smile. And everything would be alright.
requests are open. let me know if you think i should make this into a longer one shot! :)
Prompt: "Shorter days mean longer nights and more stargazing!"
Word Count: 200+
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
"Oh my," you sighed, looking out the nearest window with a furrowed brow. Kaito's head cocked in your direction, eyes briefly flitting to your restless fingers as they tapped softly on the windowsill.
"Hm?" He prodded you to continue your spoken thought as he stepped across the floor to join you.
"Where's the day gone?" You lamented, leaning your chin against your palm with a soft sigh. As Kaito approached, though, your glum gaze turned away from the setting sun, towards the cobalt vocaloid lingering just behind your opaque reflection in the cold glass.
"It's barely the end of a work day and the sky is already dark," you pointed out, a pout on your lips as he gave a soft, melodic hum in response, eyes briefly shifting past you to observe the darkening horizon. A small smile began to lift the corners of his mouth as you turned to look at him fully.
"What?" Amusement was already in your eyes as you inquired curiously about his expression, and he became bashful when he met your gaze head-on, clasping his hands behind his waist.
"Well… you know, shorter days mean longer nights, and more stargazing," he pointed out, brightening visibly as a shy smile came to your lips.
"Hm… I suppose you're right about that… would you mind showing me, Kaito?"
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