#Short Writing

[katiefrog217]

Crowley wasn't good at doing it himself, but Aziraphale was more than happy to preen his wings for him.

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Crowley wasn't very good at taking care of his feathers.

Aziraphale's were always so immaculately groomed. Rarely was a feather out of place, unless he was going through a particularly ill-timed molt. Some called it vanity, Aziraphale called it "looking presentable".

He could hardly blame Crowley for his lack of self-care though; his serpentine physique was hardly equipped with the tools to care for them. If it really got bad, he could always miracle them into shape, though he hardly even bothered to do that.

It had gotten to Aziraphale one day and he had set about fussing with the demon's wings, plucking out every errant feather and straightening the remaining ones. By the time he finished his task, the black feathers shone glossy and pristine in the lamp light. He puffed up with pride as he examined his handiwork, only to wither as realization doused him like a bucket of ice water.

He glanced nervously at the owner of the wings, realizing with a start just how many feathers lay strewn about them. He could make an entire second pair of wings with them, and just as well since he had dug deep and found feathers that should have fallen out 2 molts ago (really, how had Crowley managed to stand it? It must have itched like anything)! Crowley, for his part, lay beneath the carnage, coiled tightly around Aziraphale unmoving. His glasses had long been set side, and Aziraphale turned to find himself being watched by those beautiful golden orbs. He pondered for a moment if Crowley was asleep (hard to tell since serpents couldn't blink), but a small flick of a tongue when their gazes met proved him wrong. He wished he'd been right.

Aziraphale cleared his throat. "Apologies my dear, i-it seems I got quite carried away..." He mumbled awkwardly, embarrassment evident in his tone, his feathers puffing reflexively. It was practically the understatement of the century. 'Carried away'. Preening one's feathers was an inherently personal, bordering on intimate, thing. Crowley especially didn't seem to like anyone touching his wings and here he had spent Heaven only knew how long preening them himself, WITHOUT SO MUCH AS ASKING HIM FIRST--

He shifted uncomfortably when Crowley didn't reply immediately, choosing instead to leisurely inspect the angelic dove's handiwork. The silence was deafening, and Crowley seemed determined to stretch it out indefinitely as his slit pupils raked over each feather individually. Aziraphale desperately searched his gaze for anything he could discern, but only found concentrated scrutiny.

Then finally, finally Crowley turned his golden gaze back to him, his tongue flickering thoughtfully. Aziraphale's heart hammered with anxiety as he unknowingly held his breath, his wings shuffling awkwardly at his side. His fluttering heart nearly took off itself when he finally heard Crowley's low drawl.

"Mhm, thanks. They look... Better. Clean. Neat. It felt... Nice," Crowley said slowly, his s's elongating as he eeked out the rare compliment, the last part mumbled so quietly Aziraphale nearly thought he imagined it. Before he could muster a reply, Crowley dipped his head, laying it firmly beneath Aziraphale's feathery breast. His coils tightened as one came up to cover his face, shielding his eyes from view. Evidently, he was done talking.

Aziraphale stood there silently for a moment, letting his racing heart slow to a more normal rhythm before he thought of trying to extract himself from the demon's coils. He had bothered Crowley enough for one night, he thought. However, the moment he made to move, those newly preened wings stretched out on either side, trapping him in, he quietly resigned himself instead.

He would find later that preening Crowley's feathers would, as many other things between them had, become part of their routine. On nights when they look particularly egregious or found themselves with nothing better to do, they would settle in a warm corner of Aziraphale's bookshop, and allow themselves this quiet, yet delicate moment between them.

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[veethewriter]

Monty x reader! Requested by @ifyouwontlistenwhowill

Summary: reader starts working at pizza plex to earn money for college, works at montys gift shop, Monty slowly starts falling in love with the reader.

Day one: 11:31 A.M.

You stood outside the pizza plex nervous for your first day. I mean your job was easy, just selling stuff at the gift shop for Monty's Gators Golf, handing out any prizes if they had been won by people. People ugh that's the thing you were most worried about, was the large crowd. Taking a deep breath you walked in looking for the person that was supposed to show you around. Noticing someone waving for your attention, you quickly walked over, going through the crowd of people checking into the pizza plex.

The person in front of you quickly introduced themselves, quite cheerful for being at work. He grabbed your hand shaking it, "Hi! It's so nice to meet you! I'm Dave I'm the manager of the side of the building that the gift shop you will be working in is at!"

Smiling nervously shaking his hand back, introducing yourself also, "Hi it's nice to meet you too, I'm y/n."

Dave let go of your hand and smiled, "Well then let's get started with the tour then."

Day 1: 2:28

After having gone through the tour of the half of the building you would be on, you finally got to Monty's Gator Golf. He quickly showed you around the gift shop and how to work the cash register before looking back at you, "Okay one last thing before you can start, I need to introduce you to Monty since you are working in his attraction. You're gonna see each other often."

Before you could respond he gave you a serious look, probably the most serious one you've seen on him all day before saying "I will warn you though, Monty has anger issues. He usually doesn't show it until after hours but still be careful."

Now you were even more nervous than before, I mean you thought it would be easier to talk to the animatronics than other people but one with anger issues you had no idea what would happen. Dave started to walk away so you took that as a clue to follow after him. Finally finding Monty, who had just finished talking to a group of kids about the rules in Monty's Gator Golf. Dave had waited until the kids walked away before walking up with you to him.

He nervously smiled at Monty who had already started basically glaring at him, "Hey Monty I came to introduce you to the new person who will be running your gift shop."

Monty looked at you from over his sunglasses before making a scoffing-like sound and starting to walk away while talking, "I don't care what you do, just do your job."

Dave looked back at you and smiled, "Don't take it so rough, he's usually like that towards most people."

A little upset about how the first meeting went, you just nodded to Dave before he lets you go to open the gift shop.

Day 3: 8:03 A.M.

You sighed as you were opening the gift shop, your first day went okay, nothing really happened. You had your second day yesterday which also was uneventful besides Monty keeping a close eye on you. He didn't seem to want to interact with you though, just make sure you weren't up to anything bad. You were setting up all the stuffed animals using a ladder that had been in the back. Even with the ladder, it was hard to hook the small straps that kept the stuffed animals from falling.

Having to reach up higher, the ladder started to shake underneath you before giving up. With a quick scream and closing your eyes as you fell instead of feeling the ground, you felt metal. You opened your eyes and realized Monty was the one to catch you. He quickly sat you down and growled softly towards you "Be more careful about what you're doing."

Before you could respond Monty had started walking away and some other employees had swarmed around you to make sure you were okay. You thought maybe Monty was nicer than everyone said he was.

Day 11: 4:07 P.M.

You sighed looking at the time, noticing the shop was empty at the time you decided to go ahead and stock up on some small things that were out. Going over the shelves you noticed that the Monty pens were completely out and you knew from this morning you had stocked the last of them that were out in front this morning. Which means you would have to go in the back to grab a whole new box of them.

Now that you thought of it, your and Monty's relationship had gotten a little better, with small conversations here and there but it was mostly with you just talking. He would make small noises here and there to tell you he acknowledged what you said though. Shaking your head, you head to the back to look at the boxes. Only to your disappointment when you noticed the box you needed was at the very top.

You can't use the ladder, in fact you haven't seen that ladder since you almost fell off it that one time and since then all the plushies have been hooked up when you got to work. Climbing the shelf would only make it fall over on you. Standing on your tippy toes you could almost reach maybe a bit- suddenly you felt cold metal touch your back as a hand reached over you to grab the box you had been reaching for, feeling what felt like breathing on your neck for a second before it pulled back. You turned around seeing Monty as you tried to calm down the blushing on your cheek from how close he was a second ago.

As you were about to thank him, he handed the box over to you, "Next time ask for help, no need to get hurt over a box."

You nodded quickly and stuttered to him "Ri-ight thank you again for the help."

He just nodded and left heading back into his attraction. Wait what was he doing back here now that you thought of it, was he looking for you?

Day 26: 6:08 P.M.

The gift shop was closed for the next hour for you to restock items and clean up since they were too lazy to hire extra staff to do that while it was open. As you were cleaning you found a discarded club for Gator Golf. Picking it up you had decided to go ahead and return it but you didn't know where they went so of course your best choice was to give it to Monty himself.

Now you two were able to have full conversations with each other with him actually talking, well at least a sentence or two here and there. You two would talk about small things though mostly about instruments and hobbies. Making sure the gift shop was locked up while you were out you had started searching for him. Looking around you finally saw him watching over everyone near a wall, probably having just gotten back from one of the bands night performances.

Walking over to him you spoke up "Hey Monty, I saw this club at the gift shop and thought I would bring it back to you."

Having heard your voice Monty looks over at you and sees the club that you reached out to hand him but seeing that, he also saw the slightly torn-up bandage that was on your hand, "What's that?"

Noticing that he was looking at your hand, you looked down and remembered what happened this morning, "Oh um I hurt my hand moving around some boxes this morning, just scrapped it a little It's nothing bad."

Rolling his eyes he takes the golf club in one hand before grabbing your uninjured hand with his empty hand. Putting away the golf club nearby and continuing to walk you stop to ask "Um where are we going?"

Growing softly at you in a non-threatening way of course, "To a medic station your bandage is ripped and with you working plus sweating so much you're gonna get it infected if it's not wrapped the right way."

You smiled to yourself as the both of you continued to walk. You knew they were wrong, Monty was just a big softy after all....

Well um, you can tell Monty is my favorite... 😃🤭 Anyways I didn't know what to do with the room thing so I didn't add it but I still hope you like it!

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[vipersforlife]

A/n I'll admit this Dr Ratio is sexy, but what would dating him be like? Well I can answer with my own thoughts on it.

- he's a narcissist, so any and all things that give him an excuse to brag about himself he'll take. (But also take great joy in teasing you if you hated how much he did it, even better if your flustered when he tells you to tell him how great he is)

- if you were in college/university, would help you out with it. If you were struggling, but would degrade you as he does it.

- his way of gifts would probably be books, like if your really liked books he'll get you them. Or really anything as long as it's not dumb in his standards.

- despite his personality, while sleeping he's a heavy snorer. Like the kind you wanna stuff a pillow over just to get them to stop.

- as for dates he'd take you to fancy places for where you go. This man has got to be rich with the amount of degrees he has. May also do parks once in a while.

-definitely brags about his degrees, this man has so many of them. He'd love to brag about them, just to make fun of you and boost his ego.

-now as for you two meeting it's probably through schooling, or a childhood friendship. But there could be the off chance you too were rivals in school who battled for best score (you'd fail majority of times)

- while although if you were friends dating him would be hard, as he wouldn't be the greatest at it but slowly get used to it.

-his love language would be touch and gifts, even if the gift isn't that expensive if it's genuinely something he's happy you got him he'd keep it on his desk.

A/n. That's all I can think up right now, but seriously though when dating this man it's gonna be very degrading , but hey everyone has there kinks. Also none of this is grammar checked, I did this out of boredom.

#honkai star rail #dr ratio #short writing #headcanon #dr ratio x reader

[serickswrites]

Hell

Warnings: blood, injury

"I am one hundred and twenty percent certain that Hell is filled with people like you," Hero spat as Villain held a bandage to the bloody wound on their side.

"People like me?" Villain couldn't help but be confused. They were helping Hero.

"Yeah, insufferable bastards who secretly do good, but don't want people to know otherwise." Hero leaned back against the wall.

"Why would people like that be in Hell?" Villain smiled as they worked. At least Hero was feeling well enough to yell at them.

"To punish you for not being honest." Hero closed their eyes and let out a breath. "People wouldn't hate you so much if they knew how much you help me."

Villain shrugged. "I don't care what people think, Hero. You know that."

Hero cracked open an eye. "Yeah, well you should. You should."

#serickswrites #writeblr #short writing #hero #villain #hero x villain #hero x villain community #queue

[nakunakunomi]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Late nights Characters featured: Zoro (One Piece), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @gaby-chwan [a/n]: Another Zoro one done! And this one is actually more drabble size UwU. Enjoy!

Late nights in the crow’s nest with Zoro are the best. With his sleep schedule, he ends up on being on the lookout very often. You generally accompany him. It’s the best time of day to have some prime quality time without any nosey crewmembers interrupting your moments, eavesdropping on conversations or make any (not so) funny remarks on you two. 

It’s the best time of day to unwind. To sit together in silence and just absolutely enjoy and soak in each others presence. It’s the best time to take a little break from the tumultuous life you’re living together as pirates, and to check in with each other. Whenever you need to have difficult conversations, it’s always when you’re both up there. 

But those moments were rare, most of the time, you stood or sat together, looking up at the nightsky and the way the stars were reflected on the pitch black ocean all around you. It was as if you were in an infinite sky, stars all around you, the man right next to you the only thing keeping you grounded and connected to reality. 

A reality in which you couldn’t wait to see what adventure next awaited you as a person, you as a couple, and you all as a crew. You couldn’t imagine not spending time with these people who had become so close to you, who had become your family. 

“Deep in thought, y/n?” Zoro’s sleepy voice -he had skipped one of his usual naps today- broke the silence, and you hummed in response. 

“I was just thinking. I am so lucky to have you.”

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #one piece reader insert #one piece #one piece imagine #drabble #short writing #2nd person POV #gn reader #queue #fluff #romance #short #event writing

[theunknownrecipient]

He looked at me, with tears in his eyes.

“Please,” he says. “Don’t tell me his name”. Before I could retaliate, he covers my mouth.

“Because if you tell me his name, I will end his life” he swore. “And I can’t imagine the pain that would bring you”.

#posessive #obsessive love #love quotes #short writing #territorial #obsessive #possessive yandere

[sweetchildcloud]

||Guilt...|| wrote by me

Plot:Short fic in how Geto would react about your death and he can't help but feel guilty for it.

About:hurt,no comfort,angst,death.

Cw:reader is dead,heart wrenching,crying.

Geto’s anger turned to guilt, which quickly turned to despair. He was too late. He couldn’t even keep his promise and see you through this. His face became wet with tears as his eyes widened, the reality slowly setting in. You.. you were gone forever in a cruel world that was unfair and unforgiving. He fell back into his bed, letting out a loud and long wail of agony.

Tears poured down his cheeks, he tried to catch his breath only to realize it was impossible. He covered his face with his hands, hoping that it was just a nightmare. But no matter how hard he blinked, or rubbed his eyes, you were still gone. All that was left of you was that sweet, soft smile that you always had. He tried to call your name, but it wouldn’t come out. All he could do was cry and scream and… just… cry.

The tears flowed like a broken dam, his sobs breaking the silence of the empty room. It felt so wrong to be in your room without you in it, to see you nowhere. How was this possible? You couldn’t be gone… you couldn’t leave him by himself in this cruel place. But no matter how many tears he cried, how many screams he let out, you didn’t return.

The days slowly passed, and his eyes became less red. It was as if the tears had been drained from his body. He tried not to move, not even to eat or drink anymore. The only thing keeping him from a state of complete apathy was the memories he held of you, and the guilt of not being there when you needed him the most. He would never forgive himself for not fulfilling his promise. He had failed you, and he couldn’t accept any other fact.

Geto would often visit your grave,it was the only way he could stay close to you. He would talk to you as if you were right beside him, as if he could still talk to you the way he used to. The cold wind would brush past him as he would sit in front of your tombstone, just staring at your name until it was etched into his memory. He made it a habit to visit you every week, as if you were still alive.

His eyes were a permanent shade of dull gray, his face constantly expressionless. The only emotion he felt was sadness and regret. The guilt never left him, he felt like a failure. Because he was one. You had trusted him to be there when you needed him, and in the end he couldn’t even do that. When you needed him most, he let you down. When you were vulnerable, he wasn’t there. His feelings were slowly being chipped away by the immense guilt, and he felt so alone.

He still remembered your face. The sweet and soft smile that was always on your lips. He remembered your gentle voice, and the way you had so calmly accepted your own death. Your eyes were a beautiful color. The way you had made him happy, and how he had taken your presence for granted… He couldn’t make the time to be there when you needed him, because of his foolish pride and he lost you. It was his fault.

His mind became more and more twisted by day. The guilt ate him up inside, as he would cry alone every night, wishing you were there to hold him. No one else could comfort him the way you could. You were the one who made all his worries go away. But now, all he had was this… this deep, agonizing emptiness. If he had been there when you were undergoing treatment, maybe you would still be there. You wouldn’t be gone.

"I'm sorry..I'm so so sorry-y-y y/n" Geto repeated over and over as he would hugged the pillow as it if were you.

He would hug your pillow tightly, as if you were there with him. He didn’t say anything, crying quietly into it, wishing, just for a moment, that your voice would fill the room. That the warmth of your embrace would be felt once again. That he would wake up from this nightmare. That this was all a mistake. That he should have been there when you were crying for help. That he should have done more…

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I'm planning to do a part 2 hopefully it will be less sad

#jujutsu geto #writer blog #short writing #jjk #jjk geto #sad for the content of my own creations but happy how it turned out #i was born for this #for you #my writing #jujutsu kaizen #fanfic #jjk fanfiction #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tw death #life

[theofficialflowerpot]

Keigo didn’t want anything from you. He was busy and dedicated about being a hero. He had a dream to achieve after all. A world where heroes wasn’t needed. A partner, read a romantic partner, wasn’t really in his head. What for ? He works, eat, sleep. All in circle. Where could he find the time to rest with you by his side ?

But one day, he finds you, in your hero costume, looking at the birds fly high in the blue sky.

“What you’re doing ?” He asks.

“Thinking how great it must be to have nothing in mind and just feel the winds like that. Above everything.” You responded.

Oh and your voice was so soft, your eyes so shiny and you looked so tired. He wanted to take you with him. Fly above the loud city, above the infinity of the ocean but you interrupted his thoughts.

“But you must be tired too. Being so free, you can be even more lost right? Nothing matters when this free, because why would it ? You can do anything.”

He didn’t know what to respond. Your words hit right in his cut and suddenly, he was feeling it all too.

“When you are lonely yes. But if you have someone to share that with, freedom may be the needed thing.”

You looked at him, mostly understanding. And for the first time, he wanted to have the time to rest with someone. With you.

#hawks x reader #mha hawks #keigo x reader #kiegotakami #mha #short writing

[inkrabbit]

Through Your Window

Summary: Mary's had a shit night, and all they wanna do is just get into your apartment.

Word count: 716

Mary slides the window open, their movements slow and careful so they don't make too much noise.

No, climbing through your window in the early morning and under the cover of darkness wasn't their preferred method of entrance. Sure, it was fun the first few times, but tonight, Mary was just done. The bar had been shit, they nearly got into a fight with several drunk patrons. Not only that, but the voices in their head were becoming too loud again, almost screaming at them.

Of course, Mary had tried the “correct” way of entering your apartment before, standing outside your front door and picking your lock to let themselves in. You had offered to leave it unlocked before, but Mary knew the area. You were safer to keep your front door locked. But one night, one of your neighbors saw a lanky punk standing outside your door, picking the lock with a thin switchblade. Apparently the “you don't get it, this is my friend's apartment and I've gotten permission” line didn't sit well with the neighbor. If it weren't for you waking up and recognizing Mary's hostile voice, that switchblade would've been used for something else that night.

But here they were, hoisting themselves up and through your now-open window with a soft grunt. They just wanted to collapse, both mentally and physically exhausted with the day. But the sight of your peacefully sleeping face made them feel a little better, and they saw the spare clothes and towel already sitting out for them on the dresser. How thoughtful.

Their boots make contact with the apartment floor, quietly shutting the window and listening to the telltale click! when the lock slips into place. They always made sure the window was locked after entering; a way to calm down any paranoia that something could happen to you when they weren't in the room. You didn't budge at the sound, and Mary gathered the clothes and towel for their shower.

They don't take long. The hiss of the rushing water isn't enough to drown out the voices, and the hot water only makes them wanna fall out on your shower floor. But they manage to stay standing long enough to wipe off the grime, dirt, and bits of blood that had accumulated on their body after a fight when they clocked out. Mary never was one to turn down a fight, especially when it was a drunk with a shit attitude. Not only that, but the fence they had jumped earlier that night caught their jeans, tearing the fabric and cutting their knee.

When their shower is done, they take their time getting dried off, glancing at themselves in the mirror with a scowl. There's a bruise on their cheek and the left side of their lip is busted from where the drunk had punched them. There's no doubt in their mind that you'll be asking questions and worrying when you wake up in the morning and see it.

They're almost excited, actually, to have you dote on them. Love and care wasn't exactly something they were used to, and they adored your gentle touch whenever you would inspect their injuries. Maybe that's why they didn't mind the fight or the fact that the fence jump didn't go exactly to plan. They knew you would be there, right by their side, telling them that you wished they were more careful while they would give you a playful pout.

They get dressed in the clothes you provided, making their way back to your bedroom and slipping underneath the covers with you. They're gentle with wrapping their arms around your limp body, pulling you close to their chest and burying their face in the back of your neck. You're so warm compared to their frozen skin, and they press a soft kiss to your neck. Sometimes they wished you would wake up in these soft, intimate moments. Maybe then it would be easier for Mary to finally tell you how much they appreciate your loyalty.

“You're the only one that matters,” they murmur against your skin, nuzzling close to you. Their lip and knee are still throbbing from their cuts, but holding you in their arms make it bearable as the voices finally settle down for the night.

#mary goore #fluff #short writing #yes there's another version of this planned #but that requires more work

[hanayori89]

A Little Too Not Over You

💕Too💕

🌻A/N- Second part to A Little Too Not Over You-

My apologies for being late on posting this to anyone who followed the first part. As always thanks for reading my work! 🌻

"Imagine my surprise when out shoots a whirling dervish of fire! It was horrifying!" Link lifted his shoulders and dropped them, demonstrating a shiver.

You refrained from laughing. Your mouth was already parched from the hours of talking you had endured. You pressed your finger against it, feeling the presence of flaked skin on your lips, reminding you just how thirsty you were. But the longer you spent time with Link, the more you remembered him, and goddesses, he was funny.

You caved in and began to laugh.

"What?" He asked defensively. "Go ahead and try to convince me that if some crazy whirling flame dancer jumped out at you, you wouldn't be afraid." He folded his arms, waiting for your response.

You wiped a tear away and attempted to collect yourself. "Link, you used to drop your sling shot when a Deku shrub jumped out from the ground."

"I don't do jump scares well!"

"But wasn't the boss of the fire temple a dragon that popped out of the ground through different crevices?"

Link imitated a shudder once again. "Please, don't remind me."

You reached for a glass of water, chuckling at his dramatic theatrics. You and Link had both settled on a nice little tavern tucked away in the far eastern corner of Castle Town. It was hard to stay mad at him. He had a way of unraveling you through conversation, and with each story came the passing of an hour and then another. It was now close to one a.m.

"I can't believe we stayed up so late just talking."

Link's eyes flickered at your empty hand resting on top of the table. "I can."

Every now and then, Link would stop midsentence and stare at you, losing his train of thought. You can't say that you found it odd when you yourself became so immersed in the man sitting across from you that your brain seemed to nullify any further thoughts.

Link folded his arms behind his head and leaned back in his chair. "Hopefully your husband won't mind you being out this late."

You rolled your eyes as you caught his not-so-subtle glare at your hands once again.

"I'm not married."

"Alright, then your boyfriend."

"Nope."

"Girlfriend?"

"Link."

"Lover?"

"Link!" You reached across the table and swatted him. "You can't just waltz back into my life and ask about my relationship status. What does it matter to you anyway?"

He leaned forward with a small thump as his chair legs plopped back down onto the wooden floor. He locked his eyes on yours. "I know I can't, but I guess I just didn't want to feel foolish for when-"

"Excuse me?"

A woman with stringy blonde hair weaved in a neat braid walked toward your table. She clasped her hands together in a way that made her appear wholesome beneath the muted lighting of the tavern.

"Are you Link?"

Link straightened up his spine and responded to her question with a curt nod.

"The hero..." her voice transformed into breathy, fluttering spurts of sound. You knew instantly what she was doing. She stood up straight, miming Link's posture so that her breasts would be eye level with him.

"May I trouble you for an autograph?" Her lashes danced up and down as she leered at him.

You stifled a snicker. Link took the woman's quill and scroll; her fingers lingered on the back of his hand, causing him to become flustered.

"Um, what is your name?" He asked, trying not to goad her on with eye contact.

A caterwauling sound cut through the woman's reply. "ECK! IT IS HIM!"

Three more females flocked around the table like hungry calves, ready to feed off a teat. You remained outwardly stolid, but inside, the hurt of the past was threatening to make itself known. You shifted in your seat, keeping your expression indifferent to the buzzing cadre of female admirers surrounding Link.

That was until a clapping sound erupted from behind you. "What in tarnation? Link? Well now, I gotta tell Malon you done come back home!" You felt a tangled clump of chest hair tickle against the nape of your neck as Talon leaned over the back of your chair to observe Link. His booming announcement of Link's presence drew in more onlookers and fanatics.

As hordes of people began to crowd around the table, you pushed your chair out with an angry jab, the legs screeching across the floor, announcing your breaking point. Your chair hit Talon in the gut, causing him to erupt in a howl. "YESH! WHAT'S YER PROBLEM?" You stomped outside and into the brisk night air.

You made your way down a small alley, spotting an abandoned milk crate to sit on. Your eyes began to bubble with a fresh serving of tears. Tears that you swore you'd never waste on Link ever again. He's been back for a grand total of a few hours, and here you were already sobbing.

It was time to face the facts. Lying to yourself for the past seven years did you no good. You weren't over him. You were never going to be over him. And you couldn't get over the fact that he left and went mute for so long, leaving you to wonder if he ever really cared.

And the most pathetic part of it was that you still didn't know what you wanted from him. Did you want an apology? A love confession? Your best friend back?

Did you even want him at all? Or did your ego just want revenge for being snubbed for seven straight years?

But as you thought of the way his eyes looked at you in the tavern, you realized all along what you wanted. It was the way he looked at you as children, too.

It was unconditional love.

"Y/N?" You looked up to see Link's silhouette at the end of the alley. You heard the distant sound of voices, alarming him. He ran toward you and grabbed your hand. "Quickly, they're following me." He whisked you down another alleyway, pinning you to the wall, holding you, and masking you both in the shadows.

The voices grew louder and louder, until they fizzled out into another direction.

Link sighed.

He looked down at you, suddenly aware of how close both of your bodies were. "Why did you run away?"

"I didn't think you would notice my absence, Mr. Hotshot hero."

He gazed down at you with hooded eyes. "I've noticed your absence for the past seven years."

It felt like the weight of his body was melting into yours. Somewhere along his journey, the knobby knees he had as a kid had turned into slender and toned muscle. You felt his thigh pressing gently in-between your legs as he kept you pinned down. "As I was saying before I was interrupted, the reason I was asking if you were taken is because I had designs to take you myself. Ever since that day outside the forest. When I saw the way the sun captured your e/c eyes and the way your h/l hair smelled like the dew of a fresh morning."

The smallest inkling of pride leapt forward, making one final display of control. You let out a gentle snort. "I've moved on. You can't just disappear and come back and-"

His lips hovered above yours.

"You can't-" Any words coming out of your mouth no longer matched the frequency of desire coming from your body and heart.

"You're over me?" The unfamiliar gruffness of his tone sent a shockwave of lust coursing through you. You knew your pride had officially lost.

"Yes."

"Then if I kissed you, you wouldn't care?"

"No." You lied as your body began to squirm with impatience.

You threw your arms around his broad shoulders as he rested his hands on your hips. You murmured against his lips. "Why would you kiss me?"

From your lips, which had lied, came a pair of lips quivering to deliver you with their truth.

"Isn't it obvious that I'm just a little too not over you."

Edited:2/12/24

#legend of zelda #link #loz #fanfiction #wattpad #link x reader #romance #the legend of zelda #fanfic #fanfic on tumblr #loz oot #ocarinaof time #oneshot #second part #the legend of zelda ocarina of time #short writing

[lizziemarie-es9]

CONTENT WARNING: blood, implied unalivement and eyes (if you’re not into that)

Velvet always thought that Veneer was a lil bit too slow. She’d seen it in their ‘dance’ practices a lot. No matter how hard he tried to catch up, or how quickly he tried to move;

It was always a fraction of a second too slow.

Of course, Veneer would vehemently deny this. He would claim Velvet was wrong, and that someday, one day, he would prove he was right.

Unfortunately for him, he may never get the chance to do so.

Because as Velvet’s body lay motionless in his hands, her blood staining his hands, he is forever reminded of one thing.

“He is always a fraction of a second too slow.”

…

A fraction of a second too late.

#angst #velvet and veneer #velvet and veneer fanart #trolls veneer #veneer fanart #veneer trolls #trolls velvet #velvet fanart #velvet trolls #digital art #ibispaint art #ibispaintx #fanart #sketch #writing #short writing

[veethewriter]

I have a prompt in mind… if you can’t do it tho that’s ok!! My brain has been rotting with scenarios of reader fighting with Astarion and The Gang™️, reader gets gravely injured and Astarion has to choose between letting the love of his life die in front of him or turning them. What happens and how reader reacts is up to u 😉

Of course!! Sorry if astarion is a little ooc....I tried my best. Also requests are open!

He barely had any time to process what had happened before you had fallen to the ground, incredibly injured. They had come out of nowhere it seemed just as you were setting up camp to rest, what seemed like hoards and hoards of goblins. It wouldn't have been a problem usually but you all had been low on supplies recently from all the fighting you've had to do. Not to mention how exhausted you all were from it. Wyll killing most of the ones near him and shadowheart, shadowheart trying to keep him healed.

You and astarion on the other side, fighting as well however taking more damage with no healer. That's when he had heard it, the painful gasp of breath coming from you as your armor had broken and a goblin had been able to stab a sword through the hole in your armor straight into your stomach, into some of your organs. You stabbed the goblin in front of you before falling to the ground yourself from all your injuries.

Filling with uncontrollable anger he quickly killed all the goblins around him before rushing over to you. Calling out the rest of the team as he went over to you. Shadowheart and Wyll rushed over still focused on killing the rest of them while protecting the two of you now. Making sure he's covered, astarion softly held you in his arms trying to not let the tears start seeing how bad you were. You were already unconscious barely breathing and turning pale, he could hear your pulse slowly dying.

He didn't know what he could do, you were bleeding too much even with him keeping the weapon in so you didn't lose more blood and wrapping the other wounds you had. He knew he could just turn you but would you be happy with that, is that what you would want? To become what he is? Would you be upset at him if he did? He didn't want the choice forced on you like it was to him. However he also knew he couldn't go on without you and the rest of the team would need you too. He had to make a decision quick and fast before you did die and it was too late to even turn you...

Caressing your face softly before finally deciding he leaned down and bit you before pulling away, cutting his palm, putting it up to your mouth making sure you drank some of it. Quietly hoping it would work, not even sure he was doing it correctly. You had already stopped breathing as he finished, he pulled the sword out of your wound before picking you up. All speechless still of what had happened they quietly went back to camp. Finally in your tent astarion set you down on the bedroll as shadowheart followed and broke the silence that had been hanging in the air, "Are you sure this is what she would want?".

All astarion can do is look down at you while thinking of what he had done was right before looking at shadowheart, "What would you have done?".

All she could do was sigh before using her magic to hear the wound on your stomach through still leaving a big scar since she had used most of her magic in the battle. As she leaves, astarion stays not leaving your side just with his book trying to distract himself even a little bit, feeling worried and guilty for what he had done....

It had already been a while since the sun had set when you had finally opened your eyes, feeling tired and for some reason very thirsty.... Seeing you finally awake astarion became nervous about how you would react. Astarion sat back down near you as you had sat up, holding your throat, "Astarion, what happened?"

He seemed nervous and very hesitant before grabbing your other hand, holding it softly, "My love, you got greatly injured, shadowheart was out of magic I didn't know what to do...".

You looked confused before you finally felt it, what more now than before permanent bite mark. As you were processing astarion handed you his mirror, confirming what you thought. You had only made astarion more nervous than before with you not saying anything, he quickly tried to explain himself, "I- I'm sorry darling, I just needed-," before being interrupted by you cupping his face softly.

You sighed softly trying to process everything before talking, smiling at him softly, "I don't blame you, you did what you thought was best and to be honest if the roles were switched I would've done the same....if I had something to stop you from dying I would've done it.".

As astarion tears up, knowing you're not mad at him, you pull him into a hug, running your fingers through his hair. Whatever happened next you two would get through together no matter what.

#fanfiction #short writing #x reader #bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #bg astarion #bg3 astarion x reader #bg3 astarion x tav #bg astarion x tav #bg astarion x reader #astarion x reader #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #astarion x you #astarion fluff #astarion x reader fluff #astarion x tav fluff #bg3 fluff #bg3 astarion fluff #bg astarion fluff #bg astarion x reader fludf #bg3 astarion x reader fluff #bg3 astarion x tav fluff #bg astarion x tav fluff #bg3 x reader #bg3 x tav #bg3 x you #vee writes

[h4rringt0nswife]

What happens in the dark..

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．.・゜゜・　

Pairing: Eddie Munson x afab reader

Summary: What happens when Eddie the freak Munson becomes friends with the ditsy innocent girl? What happens when he catches this so called saint of a woman, on her bed, with his name rolling sinfully off her tongue?

Warnings: perv!Eddie Munson, fem!reader, Established Friendship, Innocent!reader, secret feelings, Swearing, Voyeurism, brief mentions of weed, Bimbo reader, reader is 18, probably word errors.

Word Count: 1.2k words

A/N: This will be very brief. But anyways enjoy the inside of my mind :D

Maybe it was the way you smiled at him. Bright eyed and sparkly lips- that made him love you. The way you'd stutter every few words when you'd speak too quickly. Or was it was the way your little touches would set his heart aflame?

Maybe it was the way your hips would sway when you walked, your small skirt riding up to expose more of your thigh with each step. The way you would press up against him innocently while intertwined together in your silk white sheets that made him want you more than just friends.

Eddie was prepared to give you any and everything. You were his perfect girl. Beautiful, sweet, and innocent. You were his own personal flower, he's willing to crush you into sheets of a book and take you everywhere with him. But he was afraid you'd crumble in the pages.

And that's what made it all so exciting for him, tip-toeing around you, knowing that in a second he could ruin you. It made his jeans tighten just thinking about it.

But nothing. And I mean nothing could have prepared him to see you like this. Sprawled out over your bed. Shallow breaths, and small sighs. Your sheer bed curtain, that he'd always loved, draped over your tousled sheets making the scene before him all too pure.

Was this a dream?

-

That night started off normally.

He had been thinking about you the whole day at school, considering that you hadn't shown up. That morning in Ms. Odonald's class he glanced over at your regular seat to see that you were missing. That was out of the norm for you; your perfect attendance being there to back him.

She must be sick or something.

He'd convinced himself to shake the unnerving feeling he'd had. He put it in his mind that he'd pop by your house to check in on you, and bring some weed to make you feel better. Since that's what always made him feel better.

Driving down your street in his rattling van he'd noticed that your parents' car wasn't in its usual parking spot. He found that odd, due to the fact that your parents are real home-bodies. But he decided to think nothing of it.

Pulling the keys out of the ignition he made his way over to your window with a single pink camellia flower that he'd picked up prior to his ride there, with an ounce of weed stuffed in his back pocket along with his black bandanna.

He made his way over to your window to find that it was locked. Now this was very unusual for you to do. You had always kept the window unlocked for him because of his frequent unannounced visits. And not only was your window locked, you had also closed your curtains. Nothing was visible inside the room except the orangey glow from your small lamp on your nightstand, he knew your bedroom setup by heart.

No big deal.

He'd just go through the front door. The spare key had always been placed above your door-frame and to his avail, he'd been correct. He pushed the door open and looked around for any trace of your parents. Nothing, except for the open wine bottle on the island in the kitchen. All lights were off except for the dim glow emitting from a crack in your bedroom door.

He slowly crept to your room and decided to be quiet just in case you were sleeping and if you were he didn't want to disturb you. Just as he was two centimeters away from your door he heard hushed sounds. Almost inaudible. And heavy labored breathing.

He stopped in his tracks.

Peering through the small crack, he found you on your bed. Your body was faced away from his vision. But the full sized mirror propped up against your closet door showed everything.

Your fingers plunged in and out of your dripping womb while the other hand worked at your swollen clit. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air making your breasts jiggle from this movement.

This was all so obscene. You were exploring obscure places of your body and he was there...watching. He willed himself to look away, look at anything else. But his eyes stayed fixated on your hands. The way they moved simultaneously on your body.

This was disgusting for him to be there. But his heart and dick ached while he took in your sight for his sore eyes. He was happy it was him to be there watching and not some random wandering weirdo.

He screwed his eyes shut to force himself to look away. His mind screamed at him to leave but his legs didn't move. He felt like a dirty creep.

"Eddie..."

His eyes jolted open at the sound of his name.

His cock swelled as he suppressed a moan with his hand. His knees were jello. Barely able to stand on his own, he lowered his other hand to his crotch. Eddie's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he palmed himself.

Eddie imagined it was you, your small hand palming his clothed manhood. Your pink nails grazing it every so often.

“Oh, Eddie…feel ‘s good.”

Your inconsistent breathy moans sent the boy into frenzy. His jaw went slack as he prayed to god you wouldn’t look into the mirror in front of you. He could be caught any second, and yet he stayed. Like a pervert.

He'd gotten too sucked into the moment, gotten too comfortable. He had stepped back onto one of the creaky wooden boards. He quickly hurried towards the entrance door. Cock throbbing with each step.

"Hello?"

Your faint voice was shaky, and he almost felt bad. But at that moment he just had to get out. Anything to avoid being caught.

As he scurried to his car he had prayed to a god he didn't even think existed. He just prayed he had not been caught, and that nothing would change after this unplanned rendezvous.

-

You hurriedly pulled on your small pink robe and peeked out of your cracked door. Your heart thudded against your chest.

Had you been caught? Was someone in the house?

You checked all the locks before you started just in case your parents decided to cancel their little trip, as they usually did. You tip toed around your living room and kitchen to find nothing.

"Binx?" You called out for your small kitten but there she was. Asleep in her small princess bed. You sighed to yourself and began making your way back to your bedroom.

Your step came to a halt. Beside your bedroom door was a black cloth-like material. You squinted your eyes and the familiar fabric. You'd seen this before, obviously it didn't belong to you because it wasn't in your...taste. But you knew this cloth.

Picking the black bandanna up, you knew who this belonged to. You smelled his scent on it. Your heart raced as you realized,

Eddie had been here.

#eddie munson #joesph quinn #st #st4 #joe keery #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie the freak munson #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #munson x reader #eddie smut #in my mind #perv eddie #voyuerism #fic rec #short writing #byler #joseph quinn x reader

[serickswrites]

Accept

"Have you considered my offer?" Hero said as they stared at Villain over their mug of tea.

"I have," Villain replied warily. Their eyes were careful as they watched Hero pick up the mug.

"And?" Hero sounded hopeful. Which made Villain's reply all the more difficult.

"It's a great offer. But....I can't accept it." Villain looked away before they could see the disappointment in Hero's eyes.

"And why can't you?" Hero set their mug down and stood up. "Why can't you?" They repeated as they walked to Villain's chair.

Villain looked anywhere but at Hero. "Because it's too good for me. I...I don't deserve your kindness. Not after everything." They hung their head, unable to hide their shame.

Hero knelt down and cupped Villain's cheek. "Oh, Villain. Everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone deserves kindness."

Villain put their hand on Hero's, but couldn't bring themself to pull it away. It had been so long that anyone had touched them with gentle hands. With love. They began to cry. "I'm evil. I....I can't redeem myself."

"You are not evil. You can redeem yourself. And you are not to blame for everything."

"I am," Villain whispered.

"No. No you are not. Supervillain's vile actions know no bounds. I know they have done unspeakable things to get you to cooperate." Hero rose. "The offer still stands. Please think about it."

And they left before Villain could reply. Villain continued to cry. They were undeserving of any kindness, any peace, and yet Hero continued to try and be kind to them. They couldn't accept the offer because Hero was too good for them. Villain deserved whatever fate the world had in store for them. And they wouldn't drag Hero down with them.

#serickswrites #short writing #hero #villain #supervillain #hero x villain #villain x supervillain #hero x villain community #queue

[jack-o-phantom]

short description

A small thing for the Stone Guardians AU or the Gargoyle AU. From Moon's pov, I don't write often and don't have enough creative writing talent to go further then a few passages, If I could I would.

Of course it's all experimental, so any thoughts or additions are welcomed!

The air held it's weight as the warm noon clouds casted over. A structure built tall and courageous now stood with no support. That is what the guardian thought, as it swung it's tail once, almost like the bell to grandfather clock. Here he stood like the building he guarded, a forgotten relic overtaken by mother earth from the ground up.

Thick skin, or rather, stone made its body bare the weight of the years so quietly, not even the birds nest that called the top of his head home was disturbed by it. There wasn't a reason to move for it, a simple twitch or grind of stone to stone tested if even itself was still alive, that was all that needed. The left of it though, perched its counterpart brazen with a crest dedicated to the life giving fire that was the sun.

Unlike his own grim appearance, this guardian's stone was clean, almost polished look to his limbs. Carved into it's arms though we're engravings left by sculptors long dead and forgotten to a markless grave stone. As the guardian stared longer, the more its own stone worked away to accomplish old movements.

The birds nest that littered his head came undone with claw on stone. Its counterpart had reached over their stone pillar, seemingly busy cleaning off moss and debris from the crown of rubbish. The guardian stood still, letting it clean away to a hollows hearts content. A rumble low and slow, lazily dragged across the floor, disapprovingly from them.

The guardian knew what that was, seemingly wanting to live what looks are to itself, is too much for the counterpart. A statue, yes, but living against the erosion of mother earth was simple for pebbles and stone. Under the watchful eye of its sun half, the stone of moon grumbled low.

Nothing ever creeped nor snuck around their area. Keen eyes ever wasting their time to a threat that has forgotten them, and their petty conflicts. There was no reason, but alike the stone they were carved from, they held a role frozen in time.

Whatever to disrupt them was only plotting away in the greenery, unsuspecting of their own presences to an unfortunate meeting.

#stone guardian au #Gorgoyle au #Fnaf DCA #FNAF DCA AU #Self insert #Short writing #Sun is going to be spunky in this while moon is more observing to everything #I find it funny when gargoyles sit still long enough birds make a nest on them #There is no beta reader unfortunately LMAO

[thepiastripastry]

the night we met || carlos sainz

based on the song "the night we met"

summery; after your death he has the feeling hes being haunted by the love of you, for a short period of time.

warning; mention of not eating, grieving, asshole behaviour (?), carlos not being the best in a relationship, short period of time grieving, like very short for someone you loved very much, no punctionation for most part of it, bad spelling

authors note; so this is kind of my first one shot, pray for me, and i’m posting this to just test it out if i really like writing. so, i’m not expecting that this is really good.

I am not the only traveler Who has not repaid his debt I've been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met

it lingered.

it didnt leave as they way you had left him, without any warning.

it never was an option. it was either you live together or you live apart on this small world.

but living alone while knowing one of you wasnt here anymore was never was an option.

but it still got chosen.

And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you

he didnt know what his purpose was anymore.

he didnt have any without you.

he tried to continue, but his heart always held him back.

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

everywhere he went, you always followed him, like a ghost.

when he would go out with his friends, partying at a club, there would always be someone else, looking like you.

when he would get himself a coffee, your favorite drink would always be on the menu.

was he walking on the paddock? there would always be something he knew you would be excited about.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

he always felt guilt. he didnt know what for.

he would remember your fights.

how your tears would stream down your face, wetting your cheeks, making them look puffy, red even. his heart always broke, but he couldnt deny how majestic you looked.

it would always make him feel guilty, knowing that he was the cause most of the times, that he was the reason you wouldnt talk to people for days, how you wouldnt touch him anymore, how you wouldn’t eat.

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met

but what he relived the most, was the night you met.

and he would always end up wetting his pillow. for a month. until he met someone he could replace you with.

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #one shot #drabble #f1 imagine #f1 #carlos sainz one shot #short writing #testing #grieving #angst? #maybe asshole idk