Bea

Summary:as a fashion journalist you can never give up the opportunity to dress up your boyfriend like a personal Ken doll

Characters: Clark Kent x diva!blackreader

Note: this was so cutie! I lowkey am a shopaholic🌝 so I feel like Clark with absolutely affirm that, thanks to my sister for the title, it was originally “dress up Ken” but she has the idea to put the t in there

“What’s uh..what’s all this?” Clark questions as he gazes at the mountain of clothes you’ve acquired while his back was turned looking at the Henley’s.

“I already know how you feel about primary colors, but what about cool tones? Should we lean more toward summer hues?” You add on holding up what Clark’s thinks is two very similar colors of pants—which he thinks is practically the same.

but for your sake will say he notices the difference

“What do you think honey?” Pursing your lips you look up to get his opinion, raising a brow as you wait for him to agree.

“I-I think all of these options are great babe, I get what you’re saying those-those two um cyans are very different uh over-undertones” he perks up and nods “It’s a bit of a difficult decision honey”

his lips tucked in a straight line as he seriously peers at the two options in front of him

“Baby they’re teal” you interject softly but with a affectionate grin “—but I think I like this one better, the brighter tone brings out your eyes”

“Here try these on” you mumble “this belt isn’t the right shade so we’ll go with the first one”

Nodding in finalization you shoo Clark away to the dressing rooms, sitting on the couch

“Um sweetheart, not that I don’t appreciate you helping me and all-‘cause I do! But I only came here for a few shirts” brushing the back of his neck he chuckles nervously at the amount of detail you’ve put into shopping with him.

“Clark baby, you need summer clothes, I’ve seen you sweat out more suit jackets than I can count” trying to reason with him you give him a little shove into the dressing room with your alien strength while the worker wasn’t looking. “—and you don’t have to get all of them, just a few cooler options to wear them out”

“Don’t take too long…And tell me if you need a different size!” You call out after him as you situate yourself on the couch outside the rooms

A minute passes before the russle of the curtain alerts you that Clark done with the first outfit.

“So…what do you think” Clark clears his throat as he steps out of the changing room, fidgeting with the dark curls at the base of his neck as he looks up for your approval.

“I think you look handsome clarkie” you coo affectionately, a smile forming on your lips at the sight of him.

“How’s the size?” Nudging him in front of the mirror you peer at his reflection with him “Do you like the color?” Hands making quick work of straightening his shirt out “We can go for a different style of collar”

“No no I like it sweetheart, it’s perfect” Clark affirms with a nod and a peck to your nose. “I trust my girl, I’ll get everything you picked out for me” he proudly states with a widespread grin.

“Today was a pretty successful shopping trip, don’t you think ‘hon” Clark boasts as he carries your combined share of bags to the car.

“Baby you only got like four things” you chuckle softly, peering down at the twelve bags of yours in his lengthy hands. “I basically had to force you to try out that new jacket, you even switched out our cards when I tried to pay for you!”

“I-I got a good amount of stuff” he weakly defends looking down at his sadly modest One bag.

“I’m not much of a shopper, I just like seeing you try on stuff you like and buying things for my girlfriend” Clark reasons, failing to hide the smile as he looks at all your designer shoes and impressive collection of bras, dresses and makeup

“Hm I’ll get you to buy a new Cologne for yourself next time” you decide with a mockingly serious side glance.

“And I can’t wait to buy you everything you want from all your favorite stores honey” he snorts with a boyish laugh.

summary: when Clark and reader meet again for the second time while she’s in distress, they know for a fact the next time they will meet with be planned

A/n: bro I loved writing this one, it’s just a little short one to get me back into posting. I hope u enjoy it💋

“Twice in one week” Superman states beaming down at you with a big goofy smile “-I’m starting the think you like trouble miss.”

“I just seem to attract it, among other things” you reply tilting your head with a grin, completely ignoring the criminal with a now mangled gun being held be his shirt, a disgusted expression on his face from the clear flirting in front of him.

“We might as well make a habit out of this” he grins trying not to look to excited as he brings up the possibility of a planned meeting.

“can you two stop flirting and just take me to jail?”

“Anyway thank you for…saving me. Y’know you should come by the daily planet to let me interview you” you shrug stepping closer while rocking on your heels,a flirtatious smile creeping up on your lips

“yeah? Interview me about what” lingering closer he drops his voice lower for just the two of you.

“your fashion choices, I’m curious about this primary color scheme you got happening” as you laugh softly your hand waves in a gesture to his suit, your other hand resting over your lips to conceal your giggle.

“hmph…sure, i guess it’s a date, I’ll come around next Thursday if I don’t save you from getting robbed again first” he shakes his head while chuckling, hand combing over a stray curls as he unconsciously grooms his appearance.

“bye miss y/l/n” he calls out as you walk out the dark alleyway, eyes trailing your retreating figure

“bye superhunk” you echoed your sweet voice trailing behind you as you walk, pausing to look back at him, hiding your pleased grin at the lopsided smile on his face and the blush spreading across his ears and face

“…man just ask her out”

characters: Spencer Reid x diva!reader

Summary: the team takes a much needed beach day while in Myrtle Beach. You take the day to show your more relaxed and fabulous side to the team(and also your fashionable beach outfit)

a/n: ciao babes, I’m writing this for funsies and a little for me cuz I have a vacation to the beach soon, soo enjoy this “filler episode”-🦢

“It’s so hot” Spencer complained “and-and so germ infested” with a huff he continued to struggle to open his fold out chair.

“You’re not a big beach fan are you, Anikin skywalker” You tease from your full stretch out pink chair you forced Morgan to set up for you, currently rubbing in sunscreen on your arms.

“I find the loud noises, screaming kids, germs, and scorching hot sand a bit irritating” Spencer purses his lips cringing as he nods.

“I love the beach, the waves are so beautiful and soothing, and the suns so pretty” smiling brightly you kick your flip flops off and plant your feet into the warm course sand.

“yeah-yeah i mean it’s not that bad” he rushes to say with a nod, watching you not-so-subtly as you rub in sunscreen on your biceps. Plastering a smile on his face.

“Do my back for me, please” you plead with a sickly sweet pout and batting your eyelashes, Holding out the sunscreen bottle.

“u-uh sure yeah, you know sunscreen protects against ultraviolet radiation from the sun and broad spectrum sunscreen protects from both UVA and UVB rays” he hastens-to-say as he eagerly takes the bottle from your hands, his clammy fingers almost dripping the bottle entirely as he pumps a little in his hand

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You get up to get in the water with the rest of the team, hotch is sunbathing in his chair with a bucket hat and sunglasses. You spot Spencer still holed up under his umbrella with a thick strip of sunscreen on his nose.

“are you not coming in?” Pouting tilting your head you complain softly.

“uhh no” he replies, looking out towards the rest of the team in the water, his face scrunching up into a grimace before he cleared it off his face.

“Get in the water with me” you more demand then ask nodding your head toward the lapping waves, grinning as you know he’ll probably do anything you say.

“….yes-yeah okay.” He agrees easily, almost surprising himself as his mouth hangs open for a second, taking a moment to stare up at you over him with a lopsided grin on his face.

“that was easy” you beam, cheeks hurting with the amount of smiling you do, urging him to stand as you pull him up by his hands, accompanying him as you both dart towards the water.

“Ack!” You cry out as you rush into the water, elbows tucked into your body as if it will warm you up from the icy water. “Shit it’s cold!”

“Here let lemme help you with that” Morgan barks out as he splashes water on you, laughing even harder as you retaliate.

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While the team gets ice cream per Penelope’s request, you and Spencer stagger in the back of the group, walking slowly to have more time together. smiling softly at one another while you think the others not looking

“It was nice to see you so relaxed today…” you start quietly, hands brushing against his very few strides, hiding back a smile behind your ice cream. “You look so different”-“in a good way” chewing on your lip you lower your voice just for the two of you.

Spencer doesn’t respond, opening and closing his mouth a few times before exhaling. Quietly hooking his pinky around yours, walking closer as he bites back a huge smile. His ears flushed.

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p1 characters: Spencer Reid x diva!femreader

Summary: after a night out drinking and a hectic morning, you wear the first pair of heels you see and a daring outfit. Everybody is surprised and taken aback by your appearance, but Spencer especially has feelings about your look

A/n: reader is taller than Spencer in this fic because of her heels, and pls read pt:1!! And mentions of reader joking of hanging herself. And it’s a long one

You couldn’t help but think you got yourself into this situation-maybe you could blame Emily, or Morgan for insisting the team should go out for drinks. So…it’s currently 5:58 AM in the morning when you pull yourself out of bed with a brewing distain for the world and your party-animal coworkers.

After heavy consideration of just hanging yourself by the robe tie on your pink Victoria’s Secret satin robe….very heavy consideration.

Deciding just to skip the extra step of your mourning routine of cooking yourself and your roommate breakfast , you suppose you could survive off just tea and a pastry from the bakery next to your apartment, and nat was probably at the gym already.

with a pounding headache you shuffle into your walk in closet to pick out a outfit, taking a surprising amount of inconsideration you grab the first pair of black heels and beeline straight to the back of your closet for something you haven’t worn to work before.

while you knew better than to pick out clothes hungover, with no contacts in or any will to live. The headache gets the better of you and you end up picking the most boring outfit to date that has graced your body.

the offending pieces of garment were, a plain white blouse, a short black skirt and stockings. That’ll just have to make do.

while rushing to put on your clothes and do your hair and makeup, finally you were ready for work just in last thing to do was-oh. As you slip on your pre chosen heels you noticed they were way taller than you thought.

Fuck it. You’d rather die than walk alllll the way-the very short way- but still annoying way to your closet to fight with yourself about what shoes to wear….you might spontaneously combust.

As you grab your keys and purse you walk out your room to see you roommate Nat sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal and a amused look on her face

“Wow….your up surprisingly easy, eager to get to your boyfriend at work” she snickers with a grin.

“He’s not my boyfriend…yet. I’m actually still working on that” you protest with a affectionate glare, “alright I’m off to work, please try not to make anyone cry before 11:30, I’ll be home for dinner probably”

“Love you-hey say hi to your hot boss for me!

“God you are so gross nat” with a fake gag you shut the door to your apartment with a disgusted shiver.

while you dashed into the bullpen with speed a woman with seven inch heels on shouldn’t be able to obtain, You quickly make work of trying to nonchalantly lean against the counter at the kitchen station like you’d been at work for at least half an hour. You rejoice at the fact you’re the first one besides hotch here.

your head snaps up at the sound of the elevator arriving, a group of disheveled, hungover, regretful adults stagger out. The collective group with more sunglasses on then movie stars out in LA. “Well I’ll be dammed, I thought you would’ve needed at least thirty hours of Beauty rest to even think about coming to work” Morgan’s teasing voice caused you to roll your eyes and the others too groan from the booming volume.

“Very funny, milk dud. unlike some people I know how to handle my liquor” walking back to your desk your stopped by another jest

“—wait a minute” a loud boisterous laugh escapes him. “—what’s with the death traps on your feet?, I don’t see you for a few hours and you come back look’in like lady liberty” With hand gestures to you tall heels.

“for your information—nosey! They were the first shoes I saw…and I grabbed them in a rush”

“I-I actually think they’re very fashionable” Spencer interjected from behind the rest of the team with a sheepish smile, a hand tinkering with his watch before shoving his hands in his pockets.

“See? Spencer likes them” you remarked with your arms crossed while peering at a now flushed Spencer now walking to the kitchen station where you stand.

“that doesn’t count, pretty boy would tell you you look beautiful in a trash bag” morgen quipped with a dismissive hand wave, while sitting down at his desk.

“—hey that’s….thats not true” Spencer weakly defended himself from his spot beside you, an awkward expression on his face. A glare directed a Morgan while you were busy making your coffee.

“a-actually can you reach my mug for me up there” he cleared his throat, pointing at the tall shelf even a giant couldn’t reach with his Tardis cup in front.

“anything for my favorite doctor~” you replied with the corners of your mouth quirking up, Craining your neck downwards to meet Spencer’s nervous eyes.

reaching up effortlessly you hand the mug to Spencer, who looks like he might pass out any moment now.

“uhh t-thank you, did you know that The tardis from Doctor Who is time lord technology that stands for “time and relative dimension in space”. It has a virtually indestructible exterior, it’s powered by a miniature black hole, and is capable of containing vast libraries, swimming pools, and even entire cities within its infinite rooms”. He recites as he dumps an ungodly amount of sugar in his coffee, eyes darting up towards you before clearing his throat.

“I didn’t know that, I guess I know who to call next time I go to comic con.” You remark teasingly, stopping your hand fixing your coffee. Fully giving him your attention.

“you go to comic con?” Spencer raises an eyebrow, not know if he should be turned on or surprised. Both. Probably both.

“Hell yeah, last year I went as storm from X-men, I’m a hot nerd”you boasted with a shrug and a shit-eating grin, gripping your coffee and sitting at your desk. Hiding your smile behind your pink playboy mug.

huh…well I’ll remember that for next comic con”Spencer nodded with a lopsided grin. Watching you while you worked with an obviously flustered look.

a/n: ciao babes, this took me DAYS, so enjoy it. Comment feedback or requests. This took it out of me😾 -🦢

Pt 1 of this fic

Summary: after you’ve been attacked the day before, Clark decides to check up on you at work, but who knew Clark Kent was going to be your knight in shining armor instead of Superman

“I’ll just check in on her at work, maybe run into her on the elevator. Yeah it’ll be fine” was the first thing Clark thought while walking to the Daily Planet, thinking of the woman he encountered the day before.

as he walked into the elevator the door almost closed with no sight of you until a manicured hand shot out and a sniffing voice broke through his thoughts

“hold it open please!” You shouted as you stumbled into the elevator.

“Y-yeah yeah of course” a beat passed as Clark thought of what to say as he looked at your crying face . “Uhm are you okay? You look pretty upset” he was guessing you were still pretty shaken up by last night.

“My stupid heel broke, they’re my favorite pair-and now my makeup is ruined and I can’t work like this! It’s a total fashion don’t!” You whined as your lips quivered and your eyes watered. He looked down at your hand holding the tall broken red bottom heel.

“oh…oh no don’t cry, y-you still look really beautiful, and your makeups not ruined. We can still fix this” his comically large hand shot out to your shoulder as he rattled off words of comfort, a wince contorting on his face.

“…..really? You can fix this.” you fanned your face as your lips curled up into a soft unsure smile, looking up from your frilly white sock with no fabulous shoe to accompany it.

“Of course totally….i’ll uh just just ask Lois if you can borrow a pair, you two are the same size” at the mention of borrowing a pair from Lois your face scrunched up, you loved Lois you really did but her fashion style really wasn’t your taste.

“No-no okay, how about cat? I know she brings an extra pair”

with a nod you agree, riding with him to his floor. Waiting for him to borrow a pair of appropriate shoes from cat to go with your outfit at his desk with a bedazzled compact mirror in your hand as you dabbed the tears from you face.

“Are uh these okay? She surprisingly had a lot of extra pairs so I just picked the ones I thought you’d like most” he cautiously handed you a pair of shiny black Mary Jane’s with a strap across the ankle with a bow

“OMG they’re perfect, thank you thank you thank you! Tell cat she has great taste and thank you” You cooed with a hand on your chest as you rushed to put them on with help from Clark as you held on to his hand.

“I’m so grateful for your help Clark, you’re my hero you know” with a hand on his cheek you smiled up at him.

“I was happy to help. Really it’s no problem”looking down he readjusted his glasses with a flustered smile and blushing pink cheeks.

“well I have a article to write so I’ll be back on my way to my floor, thank you so much by the way, you were a huge help”

you sighed biting your lip as you lingered around his desk, with a burst of confidence you leaned up on your tippy toes to press a kiss on his cheek, leaving a pink mark of lip gloss.

“bye clarkie!” You called out over your shoulder as you strutted to the elevator, “tell cat I’ll return her shoes tomorrow” as you blow a kiss you press the button to your floor

“crud i forgot to ask her about last night” he muttered under his breath as he watched the elevator doors close.

moments later as he sat down in at his desk as jimmy laughed in his ear “bye clarkie, your my hero clarkie” he mocked in a high pitched voice making kissing noises. “stop torturing him jimmy, it’s already bad enough he can’t get in a four feet radius of her without short-circuiting” Lois scolding while holding back a laugh of her own.

Characters: Spencer Reid x diva!reader

Summery: being a FBI agent might stifle your more bold outfit statements, but your diva personality always shines through the strict dress code of your job.

While you are grateful for your job and the opportunity to help people, the daily struggle of choosing between your inner desires of showing off every stiletto red bottoms you buy or every gorgeous dress and being professional, makes you reconsider your very fashion hindering job.

…but every couple of weeks when your feeling extra fabulous in your hectic morning of gettting reader of work you might slip on a lower cut blouse or a pair of black red bottoms.

And your favorite outcome is when the team goes out to a bar for a few of after work drinks, and since this was your first time going out with your new team you decided to express yourself more than you usually would to open up more to your hopefully lifelong friends and colleagues.

While you weren’t hiding your diva tendencies you had a habit of showing up to work in muted greys and sad beiges to blend in with your coworkers and be taken more seriously.

-and you thought Penelope would’ve digged up every thing about your life from the fashion degree you have to what your mother maiden name was.

So to say at the least you hadn’t expected your teammates to act like THIS when you walked into the bar and up to their table, the whistle from Derek and the lists of complements from the girls accompanied by squeals, the impressed nod from Rossi, and no reaction at all from hotch. What really caught your attention was the flushed cheeks and unidentifiable stare from Reid.

He normally was pretty level headed about his crush on you (you noticed-he noticed, everyone noticed. But you decided to do the nice thing and wait for him to ask you out while dropping hints) but this? Was a different level of simping out.

“You uh look really n-nice” he stuttered while he adjusted his tie. Your eyes noticed the preening habit and he forced his hands in his lap.

“Thanks, sweetheart” you smiled as your eyes zeroed in on him, the poor guy looked like he was about to combust with the amount of attention on him. “You look nice too” as everyone made room for you to sit you choose between sitting with Spencer or Emily. Deciding to spare him you sat next to Emily while rattling off your fruity drink order to Penelope

as you engaged in conversation with the rest of the team, and rolling your eyes at the teasing from the team about your outfit you excuse yourself as you make you’re way to the bar to order something to eat

looking over your shoulder you see Spencer approaching your left.

“You look different than normal -I mean you always look good! Beautiful too it’s just you look different, a good different” he tried to get his words out as he stammered and rambled, looking down with a wince his hand scratched the back of his neck. You could faintly see out the corner of your eye Morgan shaking his head with a sigh.

“Yeah I dress pretty differently when I’m at work. this might sound vain but I do consider myself a fashionista” grinning you laugh at his awkwardness. He looked absolutely edible when he was nervous and flustered

“Yeah you uh don’t seem to be fashionably challenged like the rest of us” finding the courage to meet your eyes while he makes a joke, his bravery stopped there as you leaned in to hear him better over the noise.

“I don’t know, those sweater vests and ties you wear give me a run for me money, pretty boy”

With your manicured hand you run it along the back of his tie with a teasing smile, pulling away to get your order of food and strut back to the table. You can feel his eyes watching you as you smirk softly.

as the night goes on and the team slowly goes home one by one, JJ having the excuse of a early morning of going through cases, Emily mentioning Sergio and his scheduled dinner time, Derek just waved his phone with a smirk signaling a text he received from his hookup of the week, Rossi just complained about being to old to stay out for too long while being the one to suggest going out in the first place, and hotch didn’t need a excuse since he had the earliest mornings and the latest nights out of all of you.

leaving just you and Spencer surprisingly, as you paid your tab and waited for your roommate to pick you up with stumbling heeled feet as you and Spencer laughed and he supported you with a strong arm for such a lanky man, before you got in your ride he spoke to you

“I really had a great time tonight…you should really consider expressing yourself more when your at the office with your fashion, you have really good taste and I think Penelope would appreciate it…or at least I would”

“thanks i guess i have to consider it, for Penelope of course” chuckling softly you open the door to the backseat of the car “see you tomorrow, Spence”

“see you tomorrow” he replied softly in turn as he closed the door to the car and watched as it drove off.

“God nat, I’m gonna make the guy my boyfriend” you sighed dreamily as I took off your heels and replaced them with the pink flip flops in your purse.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a big no no at your job…but hey who am I to stop you?” Your roommate Nat replied from the front seat with a snort.

A/n I’m really sorry for the shitty writing but I just wanted to write for funsies a lil sooo….here🌚 also we need more diva!readers in fics

it’s been 28 years since your home planet was destroyed and you’ve lived on earth pretending to be human, 28 years of holding back you’re strength and powers the yellow sun gave you.

While you adoptive parents were infinitely kind and generous about your…situation, it was hard never letting go and fully accepting what you were.

And now as I adult living in weird-shit-central-metropolis, it’s a hard to resist the thought of flying into work at the daily planet when your car is wrecked by some justice gang bullshit. And you really don’t want to mess up your freshly straitened hair or carefully curated outfit.

—But that not the point.

Until now you thought you were that last kryptonion left-that was until you saw the super cute Boy Scout with the cape saving the city. Looking past the atrocious color scheming suit despite being a fashion and beauty reporter, you might actually have a crush on Superman.

Evan more so after he saved you from being robbed on night after walking home in night, you’re feet were killing you in those damn fabulous jimmy choo’s while you rummaged around in your juicy couture purse for lipgloss your sensitive ears pick up on footsteps fastening in pace as a man grips your arm and pulls you into a ally with a grip on your arm that you could barley feel and his shaky hand holding a gun.

“Give me your purse!” He shouted, god did this guy ever learn about oral hygiene?.

“Yeah right! Do you know how much this cost?” You replied with an offended expression, why is his man-hand rough handling my very valuable purse? I should just bitch slap this punk into the next city over-

“Everything alright here pal?” A deep voice emerges behind the honestly weak-ass criminal, sliding your sunglasses (designer obviously) up to your head you look over the weak bitch boy who can’t rob for shits shoulder, there stands super hottie Superman gripping the guys shoulder

“Back the fuck off…o-or I’ll shoot her” you really hoped if he tried to shoot you he’ll am for the head, and not damaged your blouse.

“that won’t be necessary” you scoff grabbing his wrist with a inhuman amount of force, ignoring his cry’s of pain as his bones snap, with a scowl you pull him towards you and head butt him. Knocking him out cold.

“W-Well it seems you didn’t need me ,ma’am.” Superman gapes at the man crumpled on this floor.

“I hope he didn’t uh hurt you by any chance?” Still ever the Boy Scout you see, as he checks up on you. “No he didn’t, I just really wish to go home”

“no no of course! I’ll bring him to the police, please be careful and have a safe rest of your night miss” nodding profusely he awkwardly watches you straighten out your clothes and walk out the alley as if nothing happened

“….wow what a woman” he muttered at his desk at work the next day, neglecting his work as he considered taking the elevator to your floor where all the fashion and beauty reports work, and seeing you once again-just to check up on you…right?

imagine walking up from your sleep in the middle of the night from a faint scratching sound outside, at first you think it’s some stray you feed during the day coming back for more-and while that’s not entirely incorrect it’s something a lot more needy.

as you walk around your home with an practiced ease you make it to your front door door and open it, coming face to face with the stray man you been feeding attention.

“Didn’t think you’d open the door, I missed you” he grins leaning his forearms on the door frame, taking a deep breath of your smell.

“You always miss me, I’m starting to think you’re a little obsessed with me” you quip back, cocking your hip as you give him an unimpressed look,

“should’ve never gave me a taste of you then, got me begging outside your door for scraps of your attention, like a stray dog” whispering lowly as he rests his hands on his thighs he looks you up.

“You know what they say, don’t feed it if you have no intention to keep it…don’t feed me or i will come back, sweetheart” grinning he knows he’s won you over, with a sigh you whisper an invitation in, reaching your hand out to tug in his shirt collar and tug him in.

because imagine you’re on your porch

Minding your business like everyone in the south knows they should be doing, strumming the guitar your daddy left you, humming a sweet song.

The sun setting low,but the heat and humidity staying the same. And something tells you to look up and when you do, you’re met with a strange white man walking up to your property with a hand clasped over his chest and a admiring expression on his face.

Being the dumb fuck you are, you don’t get up right then and there to take your leave and get in your house. You decide to wait and see what this abnormally handsome man wanted. “Beautiful” he tells you, “your voice is beautiful”

“It ain’t nothing special, but thank you” you reply shrugging, and hand holding you’re guitar and the other on your hip as you stand from your old rocking chair,

“What’re you doing on my property,this late at night?” You go right back to your suspicious stare. Your free hand quietly sliding into your pocket, gripping onto the cold metal of the pocket gun you keep on your person.

“w-well see that’s interesting ‘cuz I was out in these woods hunting and I heard your voice, it just drew me in to be honest ma’am” the strange man replies, lying straight out his ass-and more so unconvincingly.

Let’s be real you know a liar when you see one, and the man in front of you was a shitty little liar. “Alright…well imma head on in, if you want to keep that head on you’re shoulders I recommend getting the fuck off my property” you tilt your head and walk to your door with a close eye on him.

“Hint taken, I’ll leave now. You have a nice night y/n” he grins as you walk into your house,

as you lock you door, you think back to him and his words-then suddenly it dawned on you.

“How does that fucker know my name?!”

Oh how I’ve missed you tumbler

Imagine being a witch/hoodoo practitioner, doing a spell to manifest a perfect, beautiful, caring, and loving man to come into your life. Only your a little too vague and if we’re being honest a shitty witch,

So when a Irish? Southern? You don’t know-so he’s on your doorstep begging to be let in with a fake limp and a eager look in his eyes, almost unnatural. You hesitate, now you’re pretty confident in your craft. But your gut is telling you something else-but ultimately you let him in.

Ushering him in to your home with a concerned look, you can’t help but notice the drool dripping from his mouth-and what seems to be fangs? And long sharp growing nails,

He tells you to “take no concern about it”

-and hey, you do what your told. What? He’s handsome enough to get away with it.

Okay, okay, I’ll shut up now damn

now stay with me here, imagine remmick coming across a human woman who resembles a vampire.

Maybe she has light brown eyes or files her nails to a deadly sharp stiletto shape to defend herself, occasionally she’ll have a nose bleed that makes the smell of blood linger on her and whenever he’s around her he picks up on her copper like scent

he’d be all confused with his head tilted and his brows furrowed when he heard her heartbeat and can feel the warmth that only a living thing can radiate.

But…there’s just something about her that’s not entirely human, he’s positive about that(not really)

Imagine him hearing his mother tongue from someone else after a long time or centuries.