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kitkatscabinet · 6 months

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Step into my parlour, said the spider

Stepbro! Simon x reader

Warnings: this one’s kind of deranged. Simon is a fucked up little freak. I mean it when I say this is dark, read with discretion. Implications of murder, and non-con

Word count: 1.5k

Once again 141 server bringing out the worst in me, @chxrryghost @cooliofango see you guys in hell 🫡

Before you, life was a series of dull greys and monochromes, there was no warmth, just cold never-ending darkness that persisted in the form of his father's abuse. That didn’t matter now though, because nothing before you mattered.

Simon is nine years old when the angel (you) starts to live with them, he’s got no clue how his deadbeat of a father managed to finagle another woman into marrying him but he pays little mind to his new step-mum when he has you.

You’re five years older than him, but you’re not like Tommy or dad at all. You’re kind and you tuck him into bed and give him cuddles and kisses that make him feel all fuzzy inside. You take him to the park and protect him from his dad. You try to hide the dark bruises that litter your skin, a consequence of shielding him, but Simon’s not so naive.

He grows up hiding in your shadow, falling deeper and deeper into an obsessively deranged love for his saviour, the only person who loves him and treats him kindly. He seethes silently, waiting for the moment he’s big enough to protect you instead.

By the time you’re sixteen, your mother has split, leaving you behind though you reassure Simon that you’d never have left him anyway. His father’s been out of a job for a while and you’ve been running yourself ragged to support Simon and Tommy. Tommy the bastard that he is doesn't appreciate the work you do and Simon is once again forced to grit his teeth and seethe as he watches you come home every evening like a zombie. Some mornings you don’t even make it to the bed to fall asleep, though Simon’s always waiting, dragging you under the covers before burrowing his way into your side.

You let yourself get degraded by filthy men that slap your ass and call you names just for a measly tip. You’re one of the prettiest people on the planet which, unfortunately, attracts a lot of attention from the disgusting dregs of society. Boys your age and older, far too old to even consider glancing your way. The few brave enough to hover are always quickly scared off by Simon’s intense glares, and he preens when you pat his hair in thanks.

His dad notices too and Simon comes home from school one afternoon to find the man on top of you, hands wrapped around your neck as you struggle beneath him. A plate shatters over his dad's head and it’s not until Simon is on the floor and his old man is red in face, screaming at him that Simon realises what he’s done.

You’re screaming and you shove his dad from behind, scooping Simon into your arms with adrenaline-fuelled strength you wouldn’t normally possess and are locking you and him in your shared room. Barricading the door and squishing Simon against you as your breath rattles.

You fall asleep with Simon nestled against your chest, none the wiser to how his blood chants with the fervour of a thousand men, mine, mine, mine.

The universe finally seems to give you a break after that, his dad leaves the both of you alone and not long after your 18th birthday you get a cushy, well-paying job as a secretary for some hot-shot lawyer. Though Simon gets a little upset when you spend all your money on him, new clothes, new books for school, a GameBoy, whatever he wants.

Best of all, his dad dies. The alcohol and drugs finally taking their toll on his body. (It’s not until a few years later that he’ll realise you were entirely too calm when the police came knocking. Serving them tea as you pretended to be shocked about the news.)

You get custody of him and Tommy and you move them into a much nicer neighbourhood. Though Simon’s not happy at having his own room and often sneaks back into your bed, knowing that you’ll simply sigh and open your arms for him, letting him snuggle against your chest.

Simon should’ve known better, should’ve known that his happiness wouldn’t last. It’s not even a year into what you called the start of his new life that he comes home one afternoon from school to find you sobbing into your hands, hair and outfit dishevelled. Though you refuse to give him the details of what happened he manages to put two and two together from the state of your being and the knowledge that you’ve been fired.

You take up waitressing again but it’s not enough. He’s not sure who ends up reporting it but a few days before his 14th birthday Simon gets taken away from you, no matter how much he kicks and screams. He tries to run away a few times but he’s always found and dragged away from you again.

You move away not long after, having been offered a once-in-a-lifetime scholarship. Simon tries to understand as you explain through tears, kissing his forehead for the last time. He knows it’s selfish of him to feel betrayed but he can’t help it. Can’t accept that you’re leaving him. He doesn’t cry, instead, he immediately starts plotting. This is just a minor bump in the road, he’ll spend every waking moment until he’s eighteen perfecting his skills and plans and then nothing will keep you apart ever again.

Time passes by excruciatingly slow, the only positive is that he’d finally grown even further, and had sprouted in height and musculature so much that he fears you might not recognise him. It takes him another extra year to find you, but when he’s twenty-three, with military resources at his disposal he finally, finally sees you again in person.

You’re still the picture of perfection, clothes hugging your form so tantalisingly that Simon feels his cock throb in the confines of his pants just from seeing you. He steps forward, weaving through the crowd of the market only to stop in his tracks when a man wraps his arms around your midsection. Instead of rebuffing the touch you lean back and smile against him and Simon feels as if the Earth has been pulled from his feet.

How could you do this to him?

He’s waited so faithfully for you all these years and you’ve replaced him? He watches as you kiss the interloper with a smile and Simon clenches his fists in fury so harshly his palms bleed. How many men had you let into your bed? How long did it take for you to forget him?

The plan’s changed. You’ve forced him into this. It’s not his fault that he’s had to plant cameras throughout your house. It’s not his fault that you’re so tantalising it forces him to break into your house, stealing your used panties to help get himself off. It’s not his fault you force him to learn you and your boyfriend’s schedule and it’s not his fault your scumbag partner doesn’t take his carefully worded hint to leave you.

Your boyfriend is dead. Unfortunate, but needs must. Simon watches you sob into your pillow, hard as a rock as he imagines licking the tears from your cheeks and decides he can’t wait any longer.

You’re so distraught that you don’t even notice Simon is in your house, you don’t notice until he swings the bedroom door open and you look up with a scream. He supposes he must make something of a terrifying sight, he’s a large man, and his face is covered by his trademark skull balaclava.

Simon allows you a few seconds to scramble around in panic before he crosses the distance, trapping your back to his chest and groaning as he humps into your ass. You scream, hitting at his arms as the tears start to flow anew and Simon throws you down on the mattress, weighing you down with his bulk.

“Please, you don’t have to do this” you beg with teary eyes that do nothing but fuel his arousal. He does take pity on you though, restraining your wrists with his right hand and using his left to tug off his mask. He watches as your eyes gradually widen, elation filling his chest as recognition fills them.

“Simon?” your voice wobbles and his name has never sounded better. Groaning, he rests his forehead against your collarbone, taking calming breaths to stop from cumming then and there. It’s okay though, he’s got all the time in the world now. You’ll spend the rest of your lives together, you’ll never be apart again.

#x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #kat’s writing #cod ghost #cod simon riley #simon riley

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vampcubus · 1 year

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𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: still getting a feel for these characters. pretend you don’t see how much longer levi and porcos are...

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒!┊levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, and porco.

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!┊mostly sfw, general sleepy softness, bertholdt’s is a bit modern au flavored.

❥ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— Levi sleeps in his ODM gear most nights so you’ll often wake up with the indents of the buckles and straps on your skin. But I promise It’s so worth the way he holds onto you in his sleep.

— He much prefers to sleep facing you so he can rest his head against your chest or bury his face in your neck. He’s a light sleeper so if you move around too much he’ll wake up (oftentimes grumbling in annoyance for you to be still) you can usually coax him back to sleep by running your fingers through his hair though.

— He’ll normally curl himself against you and stay that way the entire night, doesn’t really move around all that much.

— He has a hard time getting to sleep and staying asleep but it’s a lot easier with you there, not that he’d ever tell you that. (his back will thank you for insisting he sleep in bed with you instead of in his office chair)

— Doesn’t sleep very long so he often stirs long before you do. If the sun’s up, he’s up.

— Levi is reluctant to leave your arms, however, content to gaze at you with a soft expression as you snooze. You might be insecure if you drool or sleep with your mouth open but he doesn’t care, you’re always so beautiful to him. Especially when the sun starts to shine through the curtains and illuminates your face in a warm glow. He’s breathless.

— Sometimes you wake up to him tracing your features, and he gets so embarrassed if you catch him. Fingers flying away from your face to shove a pillow into it.

“Go back to sleep, you brat.”

“Mmmh, yeah love you too… you creep.” comes your muffled response, he can hear the smugness in your tone.

— On the very few occasions you awaken before him, it’s impossible not to stare. He’s so gorgeous when he’s asleep, thick lashes fluttering if you dare to try your luck at smoothing a thumb over that stubborn crease between his brows. Even if your soft touches do wake him, he’s far from opposed to just laying there while you admire him.

— He’s shockingly soft and pliable in the morning, you can probably do anything you want to him while he’s waking up. (Pinching his cheeks, putting cute clips in his hair, drawing whiskers on his face.) He’ll complain once he’s more awake but always waits till the last minute to undo your work so you can surmise he doesn’t hate it as much as he acts.

“Why do I put up with you?”

“Cus you loveeeee me.”

❥ 𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

— Waking up next to Erwin is like a dream. He’s impossibly warm, broad back pressed up against your chest as your arms and legs hold him tightly. It’s a welcome escape from his unpleasant dreams. Since he often has to get up at the ass crack of dawn for his obligations as commander, you get woken up by him trying to discreetly untangle himself from you most mornings.

— He feels bad for waking you, murmuring a raspy apology against your brow as he kisses it. His morning voice is so ughhh 😩

— You like to stay awake just long enough to watch him get dressed and demand a goodbye kiss before he’s gotta go. Other times if you can’t go back to sleep you’ll get ready together, and he really really enjoys it when that happens. I can see Erwin being a morning coffee/tea guy, so he always starts brewing right after he gets up so it’s done by the time you’re done helping each other into your ODM gear n exchanging kisses.

— This is the most time alone you get to relax with one another before you’re off risking your lives again, so he cherishes it.

— The very rare mornings you wake up before him are CHOICE times to just take in the beautiful sight of him at peace. That stubborn crease between his brows is nowhere to be seen as he snores lightly.

— You’re the only one that gets to see him like this—so vulnerable and relaxed. Before he had you he never slept quite as well. When he starts to stir start attacking his face with kisses. A smile breaks out onto his face so fast, bleary blue eyes blinking rapidly as your lips pepper the sweetest kisses to his cheeks and lips.

“Good morning, my love.” 🧎‍♀️

❥ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— Reiner sleeps like a fucking log, a deep sleeper to the max. Could probably sleep through anything. Gunshots, fireworks, thunderstorms…

— But he’s so cuddly! wants to be pressed as close to you as possible, and if he does wake up in the middle of the night to find you’ve moved away in your sleep, he’ll drag you right back to him.

— He does snore </3 but you love him too much to complain about it, knowing he’d feel bad. And sometimes you can maneuver him onto his side and he’ll stop.

— He prefers to spoon anyways. Likes to hold you but please please please spoon him!!! He loves it so much, your soft warm body against his back and your arms and legs wrapped around him is so comforting to him. Mans just wants to be held.

— Mumbles in his sleep if he’s having a nightmare or dreaming about you, you can usually tell if it’s about you because he smiles in his sleep. It’s heartbreaking when he wakes up from a bad dream, shaking and crying as quietly as possible so as not to disturb you. Cradle his head to your chest and whisper words of comfort and he’ll drift back off after a bit, but these moments mean the world to him.

— Gets to a point where he absolutely needs you to sleep well. If you ever have an argument and sleep on the couch in retaliation he’s got a pillow and blanket in hand cus he’s sleeping on the living room floor.

— And that’s only if his pitiful begging doesn’t convince you

“Please come to bed, baby. ’m sorry.”

“Can’t sleep without you please 🥺”

“Please don’t be mad at me anymore, I didn’t mean it.”

❥ 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— Someone please tie this man down to the bed or he will move the entire damn night, I hope you’re a heavy sleeper cus god damn. He really doesn’t mean to and gets embarrassed about it.

“I can sleep on the couch if you–”

“No, Bertie. I’m not gonna banish you to the couch just cus you sleep like a demon getting an exorcism.”

— He tends to move less if you’re wrapped around him though and sleeps deeper too. Just tangle your legs with his and hold him tight and he’s happy. You’ll still wake up with him sprawled out—half on top of you most of the time. He does gravitate towards you in his sleep though, so you won’t find him too far away no matter how much he contorts. Your warmth draws him back to you.

— You woke up with him upside down hugging your leg and his foot in your face once 💀 Although it made for the perfect picture and now it’s your lock screen. He gets very pouty when he realizes this and pleads with you to delete it.

(though secretly his heart stutters at the thought of you keeping pictures of him because you think the way he sleeps is cute)

— Good luck trying to get up out of bed when he’s in a deep sleep, especially since he clings on instinct.

— Bertholdt is always groggy when he wakes up but he loves it when you just lay in bed and cuddle for a little while, bleary eyes looking up at you with that sleepy smile while you sweet talk to him.

— Bertholdt tends to shadow you during your morning routine, always looming behind you with his chin on your shoulder and lanky arms around your waist while you brush your teeth, cook breakfast, do your makeup… he just needs to be touching you constantly, especially when he’s still shaking off an unpleasant dream. Your scent, your warmth, your voice as you hum to yourself doing menial tasks, it’s all very soothing to his easily frayed nerves.

❥ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

— Literally the most comfortable man to lay on, I will die on this hill. Prefers you to just sleep right on top of him, which works out amazingly for you because his pecs make for amazing pillows.

— Even pre-relationship all it takes is one time for you to drunkenly slip into bed with him by accident for it to become an every-night type deal. He pretends to be annoyed by it but if you do fall asleep in your own bed for a change, he’ll come looking for you like a lost puppy and slip into bed with you instead.

“Why didn't cha come sleep with me?” he grumpily mumbles into your ear as he pulls your half-asleep form on top of him.

— Tends to hold you pretty tight so good luck getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

— Porco emits heat like a fucking space heater, so most of the time you’ll both be sleeping half-naked. He doesn’t care how hot it is, you’re not allowed to wiggle away, you’re his teddy bear >:(

— He also drools if he’s in a deep sleep, it’s very adorable.

— Won’t admit that he can’t sleep without you but it’s so obvious.

— Don’t even think of trying to sleep on the couch after an argument, lest you want him to squeeze himself onto it with you. Has the nerve to complain that his back hurts the next morning too like 🧍‍♀️

“It’s not like I made you sleep on the couch with me, you ass.”

“I- you- shut up.” He’s blushing.

— He gets up to make you breakfast to say sorry in his own way, jumping out of his skin when your cold hands slip underneath his shirt from behind while he’s making eggs.

— If you don’t have to get out of bed straight away, he likes to lay on you every once and a while, cheek squished against your stomach cutely while you play with his hair. He can be grouchy in the morning but he melts against you like butter when you start pressing sweet kisses to his jaw and neck.

— Plays with your hair/gently scratches your scalp while half-asleep and it’s pure heaven.

— His raspy morning voice is so hhhh, like sometimes he’s talking to you about something, but all you can think about is how attractive his voice sounds while thick with sleep that you aren’t paying attention to what he’s saying.

“Hey, are you even listening?” Porco accuses, fingers snapping in your face to get your attention.

“You sound so hot right now, sorry.” You answer dumbly and you see the red blooming across his face as he processes your words.

“That’s no excuse! Pay attention when I talk to you, why do I even bother–” blah blah blah just keep talking 🤤

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #aot x reader #erwin smith x reader #levi ackerman x reader #reiner braun x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader #porco galliard x reader #snk x reader #bertolt hoover x reader #levi x reader #porco x reader #erwin x reader #aot headcanons #attack on titan x reader

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cherry-leclerc · 2 months

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method acting ☆ cl16

genre: series - humor, strangers to friends/roommates

word count: 4.1k

*can you guess what film it's based off of? i practically laid the answer out in front of you guys lol

ch. one ch. two ch. three ch. four ch. five ch. six ch. six

Chapter 3

Life, as you fear, is falling apart as you're confronted with a serious case of writer's block that puts your career on the line. As a solution, you're roommate helps you plan a solo trip to the Amalfi Coast for a much needed break but it doesn't take long for you to meet a certain Monegasque who lays passed out on the beach.

The Spaniard shifts uncomfortably before taking a step back. You had read all about him - of course you had - but how were you supposed to know he would be here? For sure you were drooling by how in shock you were, but you couldn’t find the strength to pick your jaw off the floor.

And then it got worse.

“Carlos, you won’t believe what I just saw! A Stormtrooper just got slapped by some ballerina! I mean he was kind of asking for it - he grabbed her and she just…” He mimics a dramatic strike as Carlos chuckles. “Best night of my life.”

The brown eyed man quirks a dark brow towards the lousy looking Super Mario. “This is my friend, Lando.” He leans closer to your ear. “He’s not normal.”

“Hey,” the Brit warns as he fixes his overalls, then blushes. “I-It was such short notice.”

Bewildered, you let out soft pants as you pat your chest over and over. The two men share a concerned look. “Are you feeling okay?” Would it be the worst thing in the world to bolt out the door and fly back home? Eyeing the entrance, you contemplate it for a bit but then you hear the familiar accent.

“She's yeigh high, won’t stop talking even if you beg her to…”

“I’m fine!” The pair flinch at the sudden burst. “I’m just going to pop out and take a breather.”

“There you are.” Your stomach drops. Charles raises his brows in a curious manner at the back heads of Carlos and Lando as you weigh your options. You can deal with this - pretend none of this was actually happening. But instead you do what you do best.

“Where are you-”

Pushing past the crowd, you make your way out the door. Once you take a step outside, you look both ways before shaking your head and running down the street. You receive weird looks, but don’t bother to care. There wasn’t an exact destination in mind, but anything was better than dealing with whatever that was.

Loud footsteps make your spine tingle with uneasiness as you turn around. And this has to be some sort of nightmare because a Stormtrooper, heist man, and Super Mario chase after you. You sprint faster, often taking glances back as Charles tries to catch his breath.

“Where the fuck are you going? Are you crazy?” he shouts as Carlos and Lando stop, immediately recognizing his voice. You stop dead in your tracks as Charles inches closer. Grabbing you by the shoulders, he shakes you harshly. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t just run off like that!”

“I-I…” You spot the two friends as they mutter at each other, walking closer. Feverishly, you shake your head, headache coming in strong. “I needed air-”

Cold eyes narrow down like knives. “That’s fine, but couldn’t you have gone through a more sane route?” You’re a blubbering mess, jumbling out non-existing words as the Monegasque wrestles to decipher them all.

That sounds just like Leclerc, or am I going insane? Lando murmurs as Carlos nods silently. Kind of, but we should help her. What if he’s just some creep?

The duo are about to reach you and your roommate when you land on what seems like the worst idea, but reluctantly, saves you. Tippy toeing, you throw your arms around Charles’ neck before pressing your lips onto his. He stiffens.

“Oh umm…so…they’re not strangers.”

The Spaniard’ eyes grow wide. “Definitely not. We should probably leave them alone.”

Making their way back to the party, you sigh with relief against the brunette’s pink lips as you relax your feet down onto the pavement. But this only leads to the green eyed boy to angle himself lower and continue the kiss. Pushing him back sharply, you shriek.

“No!”

He jumps with high alert. “Wh-what’s wrong?”

Rosy cheeks flush furthermore as you rub your eyes harshly. “This…this is wrong.” A beat. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

The Monegasque lets out a small laugh before running a large hand against his stubble. “But I thought-”

“I know,” you chant. “But it wasn’t the right thing to do. I got lost in the moment and that’s my fault, but we’re friends, Charles. That was…weird.”

His heart stops from your sudden burst. Bruised is an understatement. He won’t say he has a crush - God, it’s only been a couple of days of knowing you - but it would be an outright lie if he said a kiss hadn’t crossed his mind. But did you have to be so unfazed by it all?

A raw cough rings through the air, only soft music being heard as you two awkwardly stare at each other. “It was kind of weird.” A forced chuckle makes its way up your throat as you rub your arm. “I also got lost in the gist of it all, don’t feel too bad.”

“We’re good then?”

He nods, lips stretched out into a knowing smile. “Yes.”

You whistle. “Thank God. I wouldn’t want things to get…”

“Me too.” He winks teasingly. “Just answer me one thing; Was I any good?”

Unable to keep eye contact, you softly smack his suit. “What are you tal- I was.” He wiggles his dark brows. Stop lying. You gape at him. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore!” He chuckles.

“Do you want to go back, or?”

“Or.”

Unlocking the door, the Monegasque steps aside as you thank him, brushing past his tall figure and making your way onto the couch. “I don’t think I could ever party again. Might just have to accept my fate.”

The white cloud plunges down as he takes a seat next to your tired state. “Which is?”

“That I’m old.” You sit up straight as you point an accusing finger up at him. He tilts his head. “Correction - we’re both old.”

A hand slaps your mouth shut as you squeal against it. “I think it might just be you.” Yoomphtoofth, you muffle as you try to wiggle free from his strong grip. “Let me know if you disagree.”

Licking his hand, he yelps as he pulls away, immediately drying himself against your tutu. You smirk. “Asshole.” He narrows his eyes. Shrugging him off, you curl your legs up to your chest. “Truce?” Glaring at your hand, he questions it for a second before hesitantly shaking it. Tugging it towards your mouth, he lets out a high pitched squeak as you lick it.

“You’re a heathen,” he shrieks as you throw your head back laughing. Relax. You’ve already kissed me. “You kissed me, let's not forget.” You blush. Suddenly I’m feeling very tired. Off to bed I go.

Staring with slight amusement, he waves you off. When you come to a halt, sleepy eyes reconnect with yours. “I know you said it’s fine for me to keep the bed and you the couch, but I’m willing to share now that I trust you.”

A playful scoff escapes. “I’m flattered.” You stick your tongue out, aiming your ballet shoe at him. He dodges it before comedically scowling. “It’s fine, you can keep it. Hopefully it helps tend to your nasty attitude. You should seriously get that checked out.”

You huff, foot stopping against the wooden tiles. “And I’m sure you’re getting a hump back, so by all means stay in your microscopic couch.” Green eyes bulge out with worry as he runs into the room.

“On second thought, I think we should share!”

So he’s a cuddler. You learn so very quickly when he instinctively drapes his hand over your belly. You try to wrestle free for a while before you realize how nice it feels. A few seconds tick by before you drift off to sleep.

The strong beams that slither past the curtains are enough to shake the Monegasque awake. Groaning, he squints his eyes as he analyzes his surroundings. It takes a second for him to register how close you are, and even worse, how his arm lays over your delicate figure.

Flinging it away, he scoots back. You toss and turn for a while before you lazily rub your eyes. Was there an earthquake? Charles opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. You raise an expectant brow. T’was my imagination? “Must have been,” he croaks, a raspy voice bouncing off the walls. “How about some breakfast?”

After a strong counter argument on your behalf, he eventually complies and strolls out the door, set to get some breakfast for you both. It should have been for the best to tidy up the bed, clean up a bit.

Definitely not hunt for a small journal.

Guilt resurfaces as you open the side drawer, finding it empty. What were you doing? Charles has been nothing but good to you - he was someone you considered your friend. Maybe it was for the best, it was a bit too invasive.

Your tummy grumbles as you glare at the clock, time slowly passing by and still no sign of the Monegasque. Dragging your feet to the living room, you shamelessly plop onto the couch when you spot an oddly familiar item. The brown diary.

You can feel the way your eyes sparkled with merriment as a delirious laugh ringed past your dry lips. It had been dug between the pillows begging to be let out. To be skimmed through. Analyzed. Soft fingers trace the front cover as your breath hitches.

This doesn’t have to happen. You didn’t have to do any of this. You could be honest, admit what you’re doing, that you know who he is and how that would change nothing between you two, and that you needed this. He would understand. But the thin pages were luring you in by every passing second he doesn’t walk past that door. A tiny peek won’t hurt.

You can’t tell how much time has passed, but the moment you hear keys jingling, you hurriedly stash it back in its original hiding spot and rush over to the terrace overlooking Amalfi. Strong accent calls out for you as you holler back. With a sheepish smile, he hands you a box of crepes. Grazie.

His green eyes flicker with evident panic, though he tries not to show it. “Hey, have you seen a small journal by any chance? It’s sort of important.” As quickly as you started, you stopped munching and immediately started to choke. A large hand pats your back as you inch away as if he held a deadly disease.

“N-no I have not.” You brush your hair back, suddenly hot. “Is it that big a deal?”

The brunette shrugs but reluctantly nods. “I write down my feelings sometimes. Helps me cope with lots of things.” An appreciated and honest expression maps itself between his soft features. “Though I think I found a new outlet.” Your heart stops as he glazes over the open scenery. “Still, I should go look for it.”

Left hollow and sick, you burn with fury towards yourself. You should have let it go, but God, why did you have to ruin everything?

The day settles with a drive around town with a navy Vespa. Charles had bought it on a whim when you gushed over the idea of adventuring in true old fashion. Just like Princess Anne and Joe Bradley. Snuggling your head with a hideous helmet, you pout as he clicks it securely before working on his own. “This is not what I had in mind.”

He clicks his tongue. “Rather be safe than sorry.”

“This is only going to mess with my hair. I planned this outfit to perfection, Cha! And look!” You give him a quick twirl as he rolls his eyes at the dramatic gesture. “Now you’ve ruined it.”

“Just get on.”

Bumpy road makes you squeal with hysteria as you cling on extra tight around his waist. You can hear his croaky laughter as he swerves to avoid crashing into a fruit stand. Scusa! “You’re going to get us killed, and contrary to belief, I would love to live!”

“Would you relax? I know what I’m doing.”

Once you make it out of the busy village, you’re actually able to enjoy the ride. You even try to convince him to play a round of i-Spy with you, though that later backfires when you accuse him of cheating. You’re in the heat of your one-sided argument when he pulls into an abandoned church. Hopping off, you lay your arms firmly against your hips. “What is all this?”

It goes unannounced, but he quietly makes his way over to creaky doors. “Would you like to find out?” With a decent round of skepticism, you begrudgingly follow. I don’t see what there could possibly be in here. Why don’t we just go for ice cream? Bringing a finger up to his lips, he signals for you to hush. Doe eyes flutter with curiosity as he makes his way to the altar.

As soon as he kneels down, you awkwardly kick your leg around as you puff your cheeks. You hum slowly as you watch the way he remains still for a while, eyes closed.

“Should I let you have a moment, or…” Be quiet, he hisses. You weren’t necessarily religious but you figured you should give him some space. The sound of old wood crumbles underneath your feet as you walk down the steps. I fucking got it!

You gasp loudly as you recklessly spin around to find him pulling pieces of wood, clearly destroying the already grubby floor. “I’m not that close with the man up above, but I’m almost sure you can’t say shit like that in here, even if it’s abandoned.” You slap your mouth shut as his eyes glimmer with amusement. Heat rises up to your cheeks. “I’m also sure you can’t be doing this! It’s private property.”

“Who’s going to stop me?” he childishly murmurs as he continues with his careless task. “Ouch,” he yelps when a splinter digs through his finger.

“Serves you right.”

Glaring up at your smug figure, the brunette waves you over. “Instead of just standing there, you should help me.”

“With what? There’s nothing valuable here! What are you even looking for?”

With a minor annoyance, he fiercely kicks through the board as it lets loose as cracks. Thunder rumbles as you shake your head with disapproval. You’ve done it. You made God mad, I hope you’re happy. Only, he’s grinning ear to ear as he shows off a small box. You tilt your head with clear confusion as he dashes up to you.

“I can’t believe it’s still here after all these years.” There’s a trace of disbelief and adoration as he takes in the dusty package. There’s a whole galaxy shining within his watercolor eyes when he looks up at you. Your breath gets stuck in your throat.

Blinking rapidly, you gently run your finger across it, skin instantly becoming a dark shade of brown as you scrunch your nose. “What is it?” Your eyebrows arch into a sympathetic peer. “Oh no…did you bury a hamster or something like that in there?”

Tears well up in your eyes as you tap the wood in a downhearted state. “No, you ghoul.” He tenderly opens it up. Pulling out a golden pin, your eyes widen as The Prancing Horse reflects back towards you both.

“My father left this here for me.” You heart swells at the sensitive mention. Charles had told you about his fathers death a few nights ago, so you were still new with deciding how to react. “He said he would, and he did.”

“That’s really sweet,” you whisper, hand pressing against his broad shoulder. “What does it mean?” And it takes you a while to realize that you weren’t asking for your benefit, but rather because you wanted to learn more about the Monegasque. Any crumb felt like a feast to you.

It appears as if he’s playing the words in his head as he runs his thumb against it. “My dad helped build this church when I was 6. It helped bring in a bit of money for the family.” Your eyes glimmer attentively as you nod. “When I had time to get away from boxing…yeah, boxing…he would bring me and my older brother to carry wood. Arthur was much younger.”

His Golden Goose tapped against the brown ground for further classification. “Maman would get upset at him, saying we were just babies, but we didn’t mind at all.” A gray cloud paints his eyes as he twists his lips. “I’m glad we did that, now that I’m older.”

“You must really miss him,” you mumble, glassy eyes shining back at him. He lets out a sorrowful smile.

“I do.” A beat. “But what am I doing acting like I’m the only one who’s had it tough?” Dark brows form a sharp V as he signals to you. “Oh, because of you and your relationship with your parents-”

“I got that,” you scowl with a lighthearted glare. The corner of his lips lift. “But my situation is nothing compared to yours. Sure, my parents and I aren’t close - not enough for my liking - but at least they’re alive.” He flinches slightly as you cradle his face. “I-”

“I know,” he reassures you with a small smile. “He was the best. Always put his family first; his son's dreams were his priority.” He raises the golden pin. “One night after dinner, he mentioned how he hid a small horse somewhere in the church, so that when the time was right, I would go back and look for it. I was covetous, wanted it right there and then. So, I worked up the courage to ask everyone around if they had seen a horse. They looked at me as if I was crazy.” He chuckles.

“He found out and sat me down. Told me it didn’t work like that. My biggest dream was to own a Ferrari, just like everyone in Monaco hopes to. He believed in me, swore that if I worked hard enough, then I could do it. Only then would I know where the mysterious pin was.”

“Lorenzo, my older brother, knew there was a key for…” He signals sheepishly at the wooden floor, a lock hidden in plain sight as he blushes. “I guess I never really learned how to be patient. I barely figured it out a few days ago, when you kicked the cabinet door open.”

You gape. “It was jammed.”

He snickers. “It reminded me of something he had said after he painted the walls. Only the toughest can kick without feeling any regret. He would have loved you, that much I know.”

Flustered, you twirl the hem of your dress. “You’re saying I’m a horse?”

“You’re definitely abnormal.” Your shoulders droop. “All I’m saying is that you helped me find the missing piece. And that means a lot.”

“But you don’t own a Ferrari yet,” you retorted, even though only you knew, you knew the truth, but he doesn’t bat an eye, only clips the pin onto your dress.

“One day I will.” He winks. “Until then, you can take care of this for me.”

“Two more weeks, huh?”

Forcing a spoonful of gelato into his mouth, you pout. He struggles to digest the berry treat. “That’s kind of sad. I think I’ll actually miss you, Charles.”

His lips curl. “I know I’ll miss you.” Brown hair flows against the summer breeze. “But it doesn’t have to end like this. We can still see each other. Right?”

“Uh…”

He would find out eventually once the article was published and he would hold every right to hate you. To not want to see you again. Your lack of response has him pinching his face. “You don’t want to?”

Scrambling like a clumsy giraffe, you fidle with a nearby pillow. “I do! But when would we have the time?” You’re going to be too busy racing and hating my guts, you want to spit out when he beams back at you.

“I would make the time just for you.”

Your heart clenches. Could he just be honest? Open up to you. You would gladly do the same, but he needed to do this first to give you the courage to own up to your secrets. Lips part, then purse. “Charles, I-” A ring lingers in the air as he tips his head, giving to the go-ahead. Excusing yourself, you march into the sunny room.

“Yes, hello?”

“How’s vacation?” Eleanor’s rich voice enters your ears as you squirm.

“Vacation?” you squeak.

She sighs. “I’m obviously kidding. Can’t you tell that I’m kidding?” A nervous giggle flutters as you hum back at her. She continues. “Anyways, that's not what I called you for. I just wanted to check up on you.”

“Oh. My injuries are much better. Doc says I can have the casts removed in a week-”

“Let me rephrase. I wanted to check up on your work. Progress.”

“Of course,” you say. “I actually have it done. It just needs a few more rounds of proof-reading, but I’m sure I can send it to you by…” You stare at the calendar. “Two weeks.”

Eleanor clicks her tongue in disapproval. “No, I need it by Friday. Nothing past that.”

Your stomach lurches. “Eleanor, I can’t.” And why not? Biting down on your nails, you peek over to where the brunette sun bathes, or naps, you can’t tell. I need two weeks because by then I’ll be gone and won’t have to deal with a certain driver detesting me. You understand, right? But you don’t say any of that.

“You said it was an exclusive. I need this,” she warns, subtle threat lacing his voice. “We’re talking about one of the most sought-out drivers in all of Formula One. Do you realize what this could do for your career? If you nail this right in the eye, you might even become my right hand. And you know it’s only up from there, sweetheart. Friday.”

“Friday.”

That same night, the sound of your digits hitting the keyboard are the only thing being heard. Charles tries to sneak a peek, but when you cry out stating you were helping a friend get over a break up, he took a step back and scrolled through his phone.

Stellar job…The most…Amazing…

A frustrated growl escapes you as you fist your hands. Taking a look, Charles can’t help but grin. Often misunderstood, the 26 year old deals with lots of… “Argh!” His eyes widened.

“That bad, huh? What did he do to your poor friend?”

“What?” you rudely retort, but quickly try to ease your breathing. “Right. Um. Yeah, men are shit.”

“Of course we are,” he replies warmly. “How about you take a break? If you’re getting too riled up, you won’t do her any good. Just refresh and come back to it. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

But the blank space has you stressed as you circle back to what Eleanor said over the phone. You had perfect this. “I have to do this. Help her, I mean. Now.”

“You’re too kind.” It’s as if a loving glow towers over his face as he sits at the edge of the bed. “I admire that.”

“You do?”

“Mhm. But seriously, let's go for a walk.”

Despite the sun setting, he of course wears his famous Raybans and a Boston hat lounged over his curly hair. His killer mullet was rolling in as you licked your lips at the dreamy sight.

Wait. No.

With a secretive glance, you find him whistling an unknown tune. Though he wears the darkest shade of sunglasses, you can still feel his warm gaze. Though his luscious hair is draped with an old hat, you can still distinguish his shampoo scent. His body next to yours is enough to make your inside flip as you shake your head abruptly.

This was Charles. Just a friend. A friend for the time being, at least. There was no room to form a crush now. You settled on the fact that he was just merely attractive. That you can do - admit.

“I was serious about what I said earlier today. I will visit you wherever you are.” Green eyes flicker over to you. “You’ve become one of the most important persons in my life. A good friend to have around.”

Your heart for some reason shatters as you squint your eyes at the golden sun. “Right after Amelia and Roman, you are someone I consider a friend, too. I’m glad we met.” A peaceful silence lingers between you two as your heart thuds against your ribcage. “Charles-”

“I know you read my journal.”

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bea-does-stuff · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐦𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 541

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘋𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

₊˚✩彡 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

Ok but you CAN’T tell me he’s not the jealous type, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because you're the only one he trusts.

He wants you to hold him and only him, he wants to be the one who gets all your attention and love, even though he will never say it out loud. and the fact that you can hug someone who isn’t him pisses him off.

When he gets jealous he will take you to a place where you 2 are alone, pretty much drag you out of the room where you and your friend were talking, then look into your eyes with his ice cold ones, glaring intimidatingly “If you're ever feeling all cuddly and shit, just come to me.. Got it?” After nodding your head, he’ll respond with a cold “good.” and then leave (Secretly hoping you follow him)

₊˚✩彡𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

Another jealous type, he sees everyone and anyone as possible competition for your love, and it drives him insane. He's the type of guy to roll his eyes in disgust when talking about your new friend.

He does trust most of your friends, as long as they don't overstep your boundaries or get too close, and he’ll be open about it too, he won't outright say “i’m jealous” but he’ll try to explode anyone who compliments your appearance.

When he gets jealous, you sometimes have to restrain him so that he doesn’t kill your friend “Let me at them!” he screams, mini explosions forming from his hands “uhm- hey no offence but—--your boyfriend has issues..”

“Yea, I’m aware.”

₊˚✩彡 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔

He doesn’t really get that jealous, however, let’s be real, this guy got some real low self esteem, he often thinks about how you can do better than him or how it must be embarrassing to be seen holding his hand.

But he does have his fair moments where he gets a little jealous, if that was to happen, he would just glare at the person, observing their every move until they leave from intimidation

One time, you were getting a little touchy with your friend (let the intimidating glares begin) after a while, your friend looked back at you with a scared expression “uhm, i’ll see you later, ok?” before quickly leaving, when you turn to look at shinsou, he just shrugs, pretending like he doesn’t know what happened, after a minute of silence, he turns to you again and says “Wanna take a nap?”

₊˚✩彡𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

Doesn’t really get jealous often, he’s aware that he’s your only boyfriend, why should he get upset?

But of course, that doesn’t stop him for sometimes getting jealous when you give more attention to someone else, when that happens, he simply tells you why your giving more time to them and not him, it’s really quite actually, him saying something like that with his usual emotionless face

You would just be having a normal conversation with your friend, then he’ll suddenly hug you from behind, catching you by surprise, he’ll nuzzle the crook of your neck without a single word, your friend just grins “I think i’ll leave you 2 alone” when there gone, he’ll pick you up

“Ok, now it’s my turn to get your attention”

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can you do a neymar fic where he falls for davis school teacher that he meets when davi gets in trouble for something at school

GOOD BOY, BAD BOY — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: you finally meet the parent of your star-student & he’s more than you’d expected.

CONTENT: absolute fluff, neymar is a atrocious simp, neymar gets whiplash LMAOOO. also not proof read cuz it never is. think of the spelling errors as fill in the blanks! ❤️

PARING: young!dad!neymar x preschool teacher!reader

“Davi! How many times have I said we don’t hit other children? It’s not nice!”A honey like voice scolded the young boy who stood in-front of you tears forming in his eyes. Today Davi had hit another kid for something he refused to tell you which unlike him.

He was normally a good kid who shared his toys and snacks with everyone unless someone set him off. And in this case someone did indeed set him off, with the amount of times he’s hit another child or just been a pain you’d think the director would’ve sent him somewhere else but since you took a liking into him the director placed him on your hands.

“I’m sorry but we’re gonna have to call your daddy and tell him about this.” Hearing that Davi burst into tears, brave face coming off almost instantly. You scooped him up and cradled him into your arms pacing around the room in an attempt to calm him down.

He cried into your shoulder getting snot all over your shirt as collarbone, Davi didn’t cry often cry even when he did he didn’t cry as much as he did right now.

You walked towards the side of the room where the parents phone numbers were kept and dug through the draw hysterical child still in your arms. Once you found it you ripped the piece that had his fathers phone number and tucked the paper into your pocket.

“I know Davi, but there are consequences to your actions. I’m sure daddy won’t be mad.” You muttered into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder sniffling every 15 seconds as he got snot all over your shirt.

“I sorry. Don’t call daddy.” Davi babbled our lifting his head from your shoulder to look at you with his big brown eyes, you were almost convinced but deep down you knew this decision was needed.

“I’m sorry baby I have too.” You kissed forehead before rested his head onto your shoulder softly stroking his blonde hair once again before walking towards the sink station to grab some tissues for his snotty nose.

Once Davi had calmed down the rest of the day went smoothly as you kept both of your eyes on him at all times leaving him alone for very little time. The end of the day was soon approaching and you could notice that Davi’s happy smile was fading into a look of nervousness.

All the other kids had there parents come to pick them up leaving you and Davi in the preschool centre along with some other staff who’s were preparing to leave. As you were playing transformers with Davi you turned your head for a moment to place a piece that fell back onto the toy you were playing with.

Once you turned around you noticed that Davi was gone and looked up to see him running towards a rather handsome man, as your eyes met his you felt your heart skip a beat and quickly looked away trying to compose yourself. “Daddy!”

“Hey buddy, how’ve you been?” You composed yourself dusting off your clothes and getting up from the spot you sat to make your way towards the man who pretended to eat his sons nose.

“Mr. Dantas?” You called out as you walked towards the pair still holding a transformer in your hand unknowingly, Neymar looked down towards the toy before chuckling as he adjusted the toddler sitting on his waist.

“Oh I’m so sorry how rude of me, I’m Neymar Santos. It seems as if you guys don’t update your system to often.” He laughed deeply practically undressing you with his voice, despite feeling like a high-school girl all over again you kept your composure.

“What makes you say that?” You questioned cocking your head to the side as you crossed your arms right under your breasts unknown to the fact that Neymar’s gaze was at your chest and not at your eyes.

As you waited for a response your eyes tracked where Neymar’s eyes could possibly be looking at that had him so distracted, it wasn’t that hard to figure out that he was basically gawking at your breasts like some horny teen.

You cleared your voice signalling him to look up at your face as you crossed your arms on your breast, keeping your chest out of his sights. Barely.

“If you did you’d know that it’s no longer and was never Mr. Dantas & that was just a cover up name from my ex-wife.” He looked up at you with a seductive look, his signature look that he gave all the girls he wanted to see naked.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind then.” You answered secretly cheering at the sound of ex-wife and not current wife.

“Keep the ex-wife part in mind too.” He winked at you before turning towards the door to leave the pre-school centre. As he was leaving you completely forgot why you even approached him in the first place.

“Before you go I need to speak with you about something.” You grabbed onto his jacket stopping him from leaving the building. He spun around as he let his down from his hold on his hip holding his sons tiny hand in his large one.

“You can speak to me about anything.” He answered still looking at you with his signature look, despite almost melting when he looked at you like that before you stayed firm mentally.

“No this is serious please be serious.”

“What’s going on? Is there something wrong with Davi?” His look immediately changed into concerned one, you hadn’t meant to alarm him so you waved your hands immediately putting his worries to rest.

“Yes. Well no. Yes & No. More leaning towards yes rather than no.” You stuttered out not knowing how you were supposed to explain this.

“Take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on darling.” Neymar looked at you with a smile on his face flashing you his blinding pearly whites. It was almost insulting how perfect he was. Nonetheless you remained composed.

“That isn’t appropriate I could have a boyfriend you know.” You mentioned trying to deflect from his flirtatious remarks. Neymar had a smug look on his face as he responded.

“But you don’t.”

“You sound so sure about that. How do you know I have a boyfriend?” You questioned looking at him up and down watching another smile form on his face as he looked away looking quite embarrassed.

“Just a hunch, as you were saying you needed to speak to me about something.” He deflects from the side conversation returning back to the original conversation.

“Yes, uh. Davi has been having a lot of behavioural issues recently. He’s aggressive, violent & sort of mean to the other kids. Today he hit a kid so hard their lip begin to bleed. Is everything okay?” You looked down at davi who was sucking on his finger looking at everything around him but you two.

“That’s probably the aftermath of the divorce his mom and I recently went though. It wasn’t a toxic or malicious one he just misses seeing her 24/7.” He responded as you crouched down to pull his fingers out of his mouth and wiped the saliva from his mouth.

Unknown to you Neymar was looking down at you with smile as he finished his sentence, he hadn’t known why he was intrigued by you. You were just a regular pre-school teacher but watching the way you cared for his son even when you weren’t being payed for it and how you became flustered and fidgety at every flirtatious comment he made, made him feel fuzzy.

“Ah that’s why. Well is there anyway I can help? I like Davi but he’s 1 more incident away from being suspended from this pre-school. Which I don’t want to happen.” You mentioned as you got up and walked towards the trash can just few meters away from the father and son.

“You could go on a date with me.” Neymar mentioned casually picking his son up again hoisting him on his hip as he turned around to see your reaction, watching you spin around in slow motion with a shocked look on your face was almost laughable to him.

“What?” You questioned hoping you didn’t hear him right and was just being delusional. I mean no guy you just met a few minutes ago would be asking you on a date right? especially a guy as hot as him.

“Go on a date with me.” He repeated again cheeky smile on his face as he wrote something down on a sticky pad that rested on the welcome table just a few metres away from him.

“W-What! I don’t even know you. All I do is care for your-!” You babbled on not aware that Neymar was walking towards you and placed his spare finger on your lips before placing the sticky note into your open palm all with a smile on his face.

“Shh. We can sort that out later. If you wanna help Davi. Go out with me.” Neymar repeated for one last time before turning to walk out the building leaving you standing there stunned with his number in your palm and finger previously resting on your very soft lips.

“Okay.” You whispered finally composing yourself a few second after, as you turned your head and looked out the large daycare window you noticed that Davi and his father were just driving out of the parking lot. As the car finally reached the street you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

(Unknown Number)

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I need boyfriend!Steve to comfort me. Really. I'm struggling with my depression lately and it's being really hard to cope on my own. Just imagining this sweet guy being comprehensive and patient during my crisis, holding me tight and saying that everything's gonna be alright actually calms me down 😔

Hello, love! I'm really sorry that you're struggling with your depression so I am sending hugs and love and hot chocolate your way. I really hope you can get some comfort from this, even though it's more of a blurb than an actual fic 💚💚 Wordcount: 1027 Warnings/Tags: established relationship, fluff,angst, talks about depression, sweet and caring Steve Harrington, gn reader

Just Take My Hand

A soft touch to your shoulder, but you only curled in on yourself more, squeezing your eyes shut. Steve was seated at the edge of the bed, watching you while he pulled his hand back. He knew you pretended to be asleep, but weren’t really. You were always more relaxed when you were sleeping, not snoring, but he could always hear the soft intake of breath. Evenly breathing, your chest rising and falling, your lips often pursed… He loved it, loved watching you sleep, because he knew that you were at ease then - except for when you had a nightmare or a spicy dream, then it was different, but nothing like that was the case right now. You were pretending to sleep to not bother him with everything that was going on in your head.

You felt him get up again and once the door fell shut, you lifted your head to see if he was really gone. When your depression pulled you down, you really didn’t want to lay that on Steve. He’d suffered enough and didn’t need you to add to his worries, so you tried your best to deal with it yourself, even though you knew that it wasn’t the best way to cope.

With a sigh, you turned onto your side again, hugging the pillow tight that smelled like Steve. Sure, you could just ask him to come and cuddle with you, but something held you back, even though you knew that it would help you, that it would make your own worries subside at least a little bit. But you stayed right where you were.

You had no idea how much time had passed when the door opened again. The smell of fresh food filled your nose, making your stomach growl. No breakfast and no lunch did that to you, but you hadn’t been able to eat anything at all, hadn’t even realised how hungry you were.

The bed dipped behind your again, announcing Steve, before you could feel his arms wrap around your middle. He pulled you back against his chest, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“I know you’re awake,” he mumbled, lifting his head slowly again, leaning his head against yours, arms squeezing around you momentarily. You stiffened automatically, but your body relaxed again when his lips ghosted over your throat. “And I gave you some time, but I can’t keep watching you like this. So, will you please come with me?”

“Steve…” Digging your teeth into your bottom lip, you tried your best to keep from crying.

“Hun, you need to eat something and I cooked your favourite. If nothing of what I have downstairs is appealing to you… I’ll let you get back to bed, okay?”

“Okay…” Your voice was quiet, almost defeated, but you knew that he only meant well, and that he’d leave you here alone if that was what you really wanted. But Steve was right, you needed something to eat, and you were actually curious about what he had downstairs.

“Thank you!” A gentle smile lit up his face when you turned around to look at him, making the corners of your lips twitch up slightly as well. He always had that effect on you, always calmed you, always made you feel more at ease.

With Steve holding your hand, you walked down the stairs, but the table wasn’t set, which was a bit confusing.

“Over there,” Steve said, redirecting your eyes to the living room. It wasn’t normal that you ate in front of the TV, so it surprised you that he’d set up everything there, including a stack of movies. When you stepped closer, you could see that he’d gotten all your favourite movies, no matter how much he always said he didn’t enjoy them, lots of chocolate and he’d really cooked your favourite food.

“Look,” Steve starts, letting go of your hand and stepping in front of you, tilting your head back with his fingers on your chin so you have to look at him. “You don’t have to talk or tell me anything, alright? But I’m here if you need me, and I will distract you if that’s what you need. I will-”

You stopped him with your lips on his, because your heart burst with love for this man. But that moment also made the flood gates open, so you tasted your own tears on your lips.

“Hey…. it’s okay,” he mumbled, his right hand carefully cradling your face to make you look up at him, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m right here and whatever it is, we’ll manage it together, alright?”

“It’s just…” you whispered, hiccuping right afterwards, which stopped you from going on with what you wanted to say.

“It’s all a bit much at the moment, hm?” His thumb rubbed back and forth over your cheek, soothing you, and you felt yourself leaning into his touch, giving just the slightest of nods.

“C’mere,” he whispered into your hair, wrapping his arms around you to squeeze you tight. He held you like this for some time, your nose against the crook of his neck, taking deep breaths, while his hands slowly rubbed up and down your back.

“Everything is gonna be alright, hun,” Steve said, only pulling back enough to look into your eyes. He detached one hand from your back to brush away the tears. “We’ll manage this together, alright? Whatever it is, I’m not gonna let you face your demons alone.” He leaned forward again to press his lips to your forehead.

“Thank you…” you whispered into his chest, taking another deep breath.

“Anything for you.” He gave you another squeeze before he led you to the sofa, settled you between his legs before he reached for the plate. He actually helped you eat as well, figuring that you were completely worn out, but at least you were relaxing, because you knew that Steve meant every word he’d said, that he wouldn’t leave you alone, that he’d do everything he could to help you. But he was already doing that, and that was why you loved him even more.

@goldenkinglouis

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve x reader #steve x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #staffi writes

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streamer!twst : octavinelle (platonic ver) edition !

romantic ver. here!

heartslabyul , savanaclaw , octavinelle , scarabia , pomefiore , ignihyde , diasomnia + bonus

a/n: .not exactly proud of this one grrr

credits to @charlie1120w for azuls nd a bit of floyds part :33

desc: what if they stream?? and what if you're their friend???

characters: azul ashengrotto , jade leech , floyd leech

(gn!reader)

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

azul ashengrotto !

advertisement streams for mostro lounge

he streams himself making the food and showing off the newest menu

and its always after hours while he's alone in the kitchen or inside the vip room

he got like a big ass message on the corner of his stream like "like & follow for free coupons and discounts at mostro lounge the next time you visit 😘" and "donate to support this streamer!"

he sometimes takes chat out for a walk in mostro lounge outside of his vip room

^probably almost got a fight on stream once

he IMMEDIATELY ended the stream the moment the first hit was landed on one of the person

pretended nothing ever happened next stream and he now doesn't leave the vip room when streaming 😍

has attempted to try and get vil, leona to come to mostro lounge so he could get them on stream

vil reluctantly went to mostro lounge once because he's getting annoyed of azul

azul immediately went out of the vip room while streaming for the first time in months

how fast he gained customers and followers that stream is insane

he got lots of money that day because of people wanting to meet vil and people found the staff there hot and gave large tips

*huff puff huff puff* madol.. *huff puff huff puff*

def bribed cater to do a collaboration stream w him

honestly i think his chat would bully him often

i mean who wouldn't want to bully a guy that moans like every other word and talks all serious

ihaveabigpp donated 10$ ! : "i hc u as a ugly baby"

"how dare you insult me like that, user ihaveabigpp. your digital footprints may get leaked, and your future employer will see you've been doing online slander. you won't ever get a job like that balblabkabka"

chat found him even goofier after that

he got bullied even more 💀

he cried in his bed that night 💔

jade and floyd occasionally crashes his streams

he got like even more followers after the first time they crashed his stream

now every stream has some people begging him to bring the twins back

bonus : he gives his followers special treatment if they ever go to mostro lounge

they get served by bro personally like woah

with (name)!

they're also a staff there (+azuls bestest friend)

that also crashes his streams sometimes

when they do crash his streams tho its usually at the end of his streams

the first time they did tho

you can see azuls finished product getting taken away by an unknown hand as azul watches in disbelief

you could hear satisfied moans off screen

"mm woah this shits good"

ok bitch who said you could eat it

when (name) did that his

facial features starts twitching

and he does his farewell to chat

slowly lift his head up to look at them

"you do know i could make your life miserable in a second right?"

"pshh as if you'd actually do that u love me"

he did make their life miserable in a second

even more work

they're literally still working after hours

and they have the leech twins harassing them 24/7

they were so stressed they made a deal w azul

holy shit (name)s stupid even i wouldnt resort to the golden toilet paper (me saying that as if i didnt write that)

"oh? i see. alright, here's the deal: i give you normal work hours and ask floyd and jade to stop harassing you, you stop interrupting my streams. is it a deal?"

jade leech !

hiking+mushroom picking streams

he wears a silly hiking bucket hat everytime he does a hiking stream

(this one specifically)

everytime he finds a mushroom his smile obviously gets brighter

immediately flips the camera to film the mushroom and start explaining the deets of it to chat

he gets so excited you could hear excitement in his usual serious tone

his chat purposely ask him questions about mushrooms to hear him get excited

its like a guilty pleasure for them ww

if he finds edible mushrooms he cooks them at the end of the streams

we love our shroom addicted malewife 😍

he says some.. interesting things to chat sometimes

"ah, don't worry, i was just joking 😊" you just said you may or may not be a cannibal that isn't funny

sometimes plays games with floyd and azul

its usually horror games

he makes that very perverted smile of his whenever azul gets jumpscared and screams

his chat..loves it... ok

his fans are probably as insane as he is tbh

with (name)!

joins in some of his hiking streams

they got no choice

its either go or go

they're now officially his cameraman

jade probably asked if they wanted to make crack with shrooms

it was on live too

"do you want to get arrested.." "why not?"

(name).. run

they ended up just somehow grinding edible mushrooms into powder and ate it

they were choking almost the entire stream

someone did a time lapse and it lasted for 3 minutes

the moment they stopped coughing they were just lying there on the kitchen floor

somehow JADE IS STILL SMILING

insane

like really insane

(name) was convinced they were high

(spoiler: they're actually not)

they kept screaming at jade abt how he drugged them

jade knocked them out (there wasn't another solution)

then jade had to reassure chat they weren't actually high so they won't get investigated 💀

anyways after stream jade treated them to a homemade risotto 🫶

"heh, sorry for frightening you. although you did overreacted a bit.."

floyd leech !

he streams whatever he feels like it at the moment

and streams whenever he likes

he will might go "wow this is boring im gonna do this" mid stream

honestly all his streams are confusing but people sit through it cuz um he's goofy

whenever he plays games he calls jade during the stream like

"hey jade play with me"

"floyd, im-"

"ok see you in 2 minutes"

jade drops everything and joins in bc he's a good brother 🤗

bros chat goes feral

t-twins.. t-t-twi

they stream together pretty often

it's either jade invites himself in or floyd forcing him

azul also a victim

floyd just straight up shoves his phone into azuls face

he'd kept doing that till he gets kicked out or azul is about to bust

once brought chat to mostro lounge's kitchen and started mixing every drink together and drank it

"oh!! yummy!!"

ended up drinking the whole drink supply 💀

azul found out and is PISSED

floyd got banned from touching the kitchen for a month

any closer to the kitchen azul's eyes will actually pop out

i.. actually am running out of ideas so heres a drawing as apology<3

staff z's getting fired btw

with (name)!

woa

gets chased down by him whenever he sees them that he forgets he's streaming

known as "that shrimp person" in floyds streams

does stupid activities with him in his streams

did a "pranking azul at 3AM 😹😹" stream once

they snuck in his room while he's peacefully sleeping

(name) was helping floyd film and their own phone in their other hand

after getting in a not so visible place

they started to blast a woman cursing you in witch videos

azul woke up clearly frightened

he didnt move like at all but he widened his eyes vry vry big 💀

SOMEHOW?? FLOYD CLIMBED ON HIS CEILING LIKE HE'S MANGLE OR SOMETHING AND DROPS DOWN ON AZUL

my guy screamed like he just witnessed someone eating a live octopus 💀

floyd and (name) kept laughing as they run out of his room

chat got jumpscared by floyd dropping from the ceiling so bad they are also panicking 😭😭

"ahaha!! shrimpy, you saw how azul screamed right?? we should do this more often!! gyahaha!"

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #floyd leech #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #twst jade #twst floyd #leech twins #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #twst x reader #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #meiwoo writes ! ♡

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hh0320 · 2 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭—

PART ONE

pairing: bad boy!beomgyu x fem reader x yeonjun.

genre: polyamory, runaways, smut, strict parents, hurt/comfort, set in mid 00’s.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: profanity, mature themes, abuse, violence, drug abuse, alcohol consumption, jealousy, blood mentions, threesome, spitting, unprotected sex.

a/n: i’m completely overwhelmed by the love that’s been shown for this story, i wanna thank you all so much! i hope you guys like this last chapter as much as i loved writing it. 🥰

This was it—

The feeling you had been searching for your entire life.

Soul of your soul, you three never had to say a word to each other, to know how the other one felt. You laid bare for them, and they did the same, again and again.

Yeonjun drove for the entire night, and when the sun finally peaked out, you had reached the ocean. You’d never seen water before, and it made you feel endless, like itself.

The ocean was much like Yeonjun’s love—abundant, always giving.

Beomgyu grabbed you by the hand, and together you run. Toward the love, toward the light. Yeonjun stared at your figure, laughing, taking off your clothes.

It was a warm morning, when he decided he’d marry you, eventually. Together with Beomgyu, there was no one else he needed, no one else who’d get him better than the two of you.

That was how you spend that first month of your newfound freedom. On the road, swimming, eating at old diners in the middle of nowhere, sleeping in the car, or at creepy, cheap motels.

Always together, on top of each other. They were your safe haven, what you had chosen for the rest of your life. You would never turn away from them—they would never let you go.

There had only been one rule. To not go out the room, when they’d leave, once a week. They’d begged you to not ask why, and you never spoke a word about it.

You tried your best to not be nosy about their unlimited stream of cash. You’d heard the stories, anyway, and as much as you didn’t want to believe them—some version was bound to be true. It was clear to you, after you run away with them.

You guessed it was drugs. You’d seen Yeonjun one night leaning down, snorting something from the bathroom sink, Beomgyu following shortly after. It’d been easy to pretend they weren’t high some days—they would act so normal.

Later, you realized they’re able to be that way ‘cause they did it too often. They loved you no less, took care of you the same way they promised you they would. But it had been there from the start.

The looming grey cloud. The dark storm.

Sometimes Beomgyu would leave you alone with Yeonjun, and return smelling like whiskey. He’d burst through the door, collapsing halfway, then pulling himself the rest of the way to the bed. You would open your eyes, and watch it happen.

Sometimes Beomgyu would kiss you, in his drunken states, and you’d let him. He’d look for your hand, and fall asleep on the floor next to you, never once letting go.

Two months later, and you’d fallen into a routine. It was the end of July, and you’d been staying at the same place for a couple weeks now. Your motel overlooked the ocean, and you’d mentioned that the sound of the waves helped you sleep.

Yeonjun didn’t put your bags in the car that night.

Your predicament wasn’t normal, you were aware. These boys weren’t really related, yet acted as if they were. The way they cared for you wasn’t your regular next door neighbor friendly way—it was the I’d kill anyone that hurt you kind of deal.

And then there had been that one night—you knew your feelings for Yeonjun had been deeper than you’d let yourself believe. He never hid the fact he felt the same way. So when he kissed you, on that bed of the motel you were staying at, Beomgyu off drinking himself numb, you kissed back with the same intensity.

What happened after, his hands on your body, the old movie you two were watching playing in the background, your voice lost, the way he moved on top of you—this was the part that made sense.

What blurred the lines was when they would do it. What drove you crazy was when you joined them.

And, yet, somehow, it worked for you. It was the only thing that had felt right in your life, and you dared not question it, in fear it would be pulled from underneath your feet.

“I want us to die simultaneously,” Beomgyu said, laying next to you at the beach, the sun setting.

It was one of those days where he’d had too much to drink, and you were entertaining his moods, following him to make sure he wouldn’t drown.

Yeonjun smoked on the other side of you, silent, but listening. His hand rested on your naked thigh, rubbing circles every so often.

“I’d like that,” you smiled at him. He looked back at you, the grin on his face irresistible.

You turned and kissed him. His long hair was tickling your nose. You played with it.

“It’s so long,” you giggled. He’d grown into his features—the way you remembered him would always be etched in your brain, though.

How they were, back then. It was nothing like how they were now—their limbs had grown longer, naturally, but their eyes. They would smile the brightest smiles, but it would never reach their dark eyes.

Yet, despite that, the part of them that was you, was the same. That part they nurtured the most, while growing up. Kept it tight against their hearts, and spoke about it in hushed voices.

It was no secret between them—you had been sacred to them. They protected you with teeth bared, would do anything you ask.

Beomgyu touched a strand of your hair, in return.

“Do you want me to cut it?” He asked, self consciously.

You shook your head. “No, it suits you.”

Yeonjun chuckled from behind you. “She’s just being nice, Beom. Chop it off.”

“Fuck you, di Caprio.”

Their fights could escalate so easily. As far as you knew, it’d only happened a couple times—Beomgyu would punch Yeonjun in the face, the older one not holding back, coming to you to clean their cuts, and lovingly scold them.

Stupid fights, really, because Beomgyu was temperamental. He cared very little for consequences. If one was a rebel, the other had anger issues. It was always something with them, and at first it was fun.

Then came the blood.

When Yeonjun had pulled you from the mud, you thought he was just a ghost of the forest. His hair was pale, his clothes dirty.

You didn’t trust him right away. He’d had this look, like he was keeping something from you.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, befriended you immediately. You played hide and seek between the trees, and picked blackberries from the bushes, filling your hungry bellies with fruit until you’d pass out from exhaustion.

Yeonjun was the one that made sure the berries were safe to eat, he’d be the one to tell you not to stray too far from the opening of the forest. He was the one that had offered you to lay on him, so your hair wouldn’t get further matted.

Nine years later, you found out his secret.

And so did Beomgyu.

You’d only been gone for twenty minutes, before loud, familiar voices filled the dusky evening. At first you rolled your eyes, thinking it was one of their little games, but soon more voices mixed together, and you could no longer ignore the pinch in your heart.

Dumping the stuff you’d gathered from the car, you ran back to the room you were staying at for the night. The manager of the motel was struggling to hold back Beomgyu, Yeonjun standing in the furthest corner of the small space, breathing hard, wiping blood from his lips.

“What’s going on?” You demanded, running to him.

Beomgyu turned feral, then. He elbowed the manager, scoffing at the both of you. You looked at him, worried. He was drunk, his eyes glazing over, shirt teared apart at the seams.

“Of course you go to him,” he spat. “But not for long, right, Jun? Tell her. Fucking tell her, or I will.”

You were so confused. What could it be, that was so terrible? Why was Beomgyu so mad at you?

You did nothing but love him. Both of them.

You turned at the manager. “Leave us, please. I’m so sorry about this, but I can handle it. We’ll keep it down.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he nodded. “You better, or I’m calling the police. I don’t want any trouble at my establishment.”

A shitty establishment, you wanted to snap back at him, but he quickly walked out the door, slamming it shut. You winced, and Yeonjun squeezed your waist—a reminder he got you, whatever happened.

Beomgyu was fuming. You had never seen him so pissed off, except maybe on that night he had come to your house. But this was different, this anger was towards his best friend, his brother.

“Fuck, I wanna kill you, Choi. I really fucking do,” his hands balled into fists, his whole body shaking. “You’re so fucking lucky she’s standing in front of you.”

“If you wanna hit me, go ahead,” Yeonjun replied, softly moving you to the side, your hand slipping from his.

You were terrified for him. But even more terrified for Beomgyu. Yeonjun was the type of person to keep it all inside. He’d get angry often, but never really express it, whereas Beomgyu had that freedom.

Yeonjun needed to be there to diffuse the fire. He couldn’t afford beating everyone up just for the hell of it, no matter how much he’d like otherwise.

Beomgyu just didn’t give a fuck.

“Fuck it.”

You were stuck in place, unable to move, as you were forced to see the two people you loved most in the world, beat each other to a pulp. It had been punches at first, but then Beomgyu had grabbed Yeonjun by the waist, slamming him against the wall, knocking down a picture of Virgin Mary that was hanging haphazardly. Yeonjun didn’t fight back at first, just let Beomgyu turn him bloody, but after that slam, he turned murderous.

Shirt in shreds, hanging from his body, Beomgyu fell to the floor with a thud, Yeonjun kicking him in the stomach, before falling next to him and grabbing him by the throat. Beomgyu gagged, coughing, choking on his spit.

You didn’t recognize Yeonjun. These monsters were unfamiliar to you, you had never dealt with them. But you remained stoic, in that spot of yours, unmoving, unable to speak. Your tears were burning your skin, panic rippling through you like a tsunami.

It had to stop.

This had to end now.

“Please…” you rasped, helpless.

Like a spell was lifted, the two men turned their heads towards you, eyes wide, haunted. Yeonjun released Beomgyu from his grasp, leaning back on his heels, devastated.

Beomgyu rolled on his side, groaning, hugging his ribs.

Both of them a grotesque, bloodstained mess, they were desperately trying to breathe, clothes ruined, upper bodies exposed, scratches and splatters painted across their chest.

And the burns. You had never let yourself stay on them, had never asked, but they always stared back at you, whispering darkly of a horrible childhood—these boys were as traumatized as you were, yet there they lay, repeating their past’s mistakes.

The cycle would end with you. You refused to let them drown, refused to allow them to succumb to their nightmares.

You walked towards Yeonjun, taking your shirt off as you did, falling on your knees across from him. Knuckles raw, breathing hard, he stared at you, his gaze dropping to your breasts. He locked his jaw, gritting his teeth.

You were just like them, now. All you wanted was to be one and the same.

You kissed the edge of his mouth. He growled, a low guttural sound, but made no move to reciprocate.

Beomgyu had an arm draped over his face, tears dried, a heavy exhaustion weighing his bones down.

“Tell her, Yeonjun,” he pleaded, once again.

The brown haired boy looked pained, like even just the thought of telling you whatever it was, made him physically sick. He said it anyway.

“It was me, that morning. I notified the cops—I told them where you were.”

A manic laugh escaped Beomgyu’s lips. “We could’ve saved you from all that fucking pain. We could’ve taken you with us—we discussed it, you know, when you fell asleep that last night.

I told him you needed us, but he thought it wiser for you to return home. At least you had a home, he’d said. I felt like fucking scum, suggesting to steal you from your family. Meanwhile, the entire time you were suffering.”

Your heart was in pain. You tried to will it to stop, but the feeling was spreading throughout your entire body. A sort of numbness, like you’d been tranquilized. You thought you were dying.

You thought they found you—the police. That they had been looking for the boys, but ended up coming across the missing girl, too. You thought there had been no other choice.

Turns out, Yeonjun had stolen that chance from you.

Turns out, no one had been looking for them. Because no one cared they were gone—that they’d ran away.

Oh, you wanted to hurt Yeonjun, then. You wanted to make him bleed even more than he already was.

He saw it, too. The hate spreading all over everything they’ve ever touched, the special place you’d kept for them in your heart. All turning tartar black.

They’d left you. They’d left you.

“No. No, no, no…” he panicked, reaching out to touch you. You winced away.

His face scrunched in pain, like you’d gutted him. Beomgyu was silently crying, refusing to watch this scene play out.

It had been his worst nightmare of all he’d ever went through—the girl of his dreams, the one that took his hand and never let it go, the kindness, the first love he’d ever felt—all stripped away from him.

All because of his chosen brother. All because they hadn’t been selfish, for once. He’d rather die, right then, than watch you go.

“You have to understand—we didn’t know. I—I didn’t know. Please…” he implored.

“I’d never let anyone lay a finger on you, much less hurt you like that, baby. If I knew…even back then, I would’ve kept you. I would’ve never given you back, please—stop fucking flinching away from me! Listen to me, (Y/N),” he shook you by the shoulders, desperate, mad with fear, “I love you—we…we love you.”

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to us,” Beomgyu whispered, staring at the chipped ceiling, defenseless.

You lost it, then. Sobbing into your hands, your body going weak. Yeonjun caught you in his arms, sticking you to him.

“Please, love, please understand. All I’ve wanted for you, ever since the moment I saw you, was for you to be happy,” he spoke fervently against your cheek. “I’ve based my entire self around being someone that could do that for you—someone who can protect you. I’ll do anything you ask of me, please don’t leave us.”

It hurt to speak, but you’d heard enough. Of course, you knew that. You weren’t ungrateful—even though they’d refused to take you away, back then, they still came back.

If they didn’t love you, if they were out to hurt you, they would’ve left you behind. You’d be rotting away behind closed doors, without them.

Of course you were grateful for that. But for Yeonjun to hide that from you…it stung too much. You had been transparent with him, Beomgyu worshipped him.

You understood then, the weight he carried. All his life, he’s been grasping onto whatever faint rays of sun he could find, but they’d always slip right through his fingers. And, yet, it never seemed to matter—he still had to carry on, keep on living, in that half dead, bruised body of his.

Since he found you, he’s wanted change. You made him want to be a better person. He couldn’t stress that enough, couldn’t be more grateful you chose him back.

Beomgyu’s touch was hesitant, his fingers sliding on your thigh shyly, coming closer. You pulled away from Yeonjun’s chest, following the trail he made with your eyes, until finally he slipped in there. You gasped, your legs opening instinctively.

Yeonjun repositioned you against him, holding you up, while Beomgyu had his way with you. He moved his hand, once, eliciting a moan from you, then more, more, more.

“Will you let us?” He whispered, leaving a kiss on your ear, then your cheek; tilting your head to the side, sucking at your neck softly.

You couldn’t be mad at him for too long—you loved him way too much for your own good. And Beomgyu—your boys, your knights.

They’d fought, and won. This uncovering had only been essential for your relationship. Now—bliss.

Beomgyu sat up on his knees, gazing down at you. He wiped his tears, and leaned to press a feathery kiss on your forehead.

Suddenly, Yeonjun grabbed him by the nape of his neck, and smashed their lips together. Beyond everything—a blood pact was beyond anything, forever. They were tied together, they could never part.

And you. The string that held them together. Most important.

“I want to watch you,” Yeonjun murmured, face against the side of yours. “Take her, Beom. Fuck her for me.”

Beomgyu’s eyes bore into yours, asking for silent permission. You nodded, out of breath, ready—you’d do anything for them.

Yeonjun reached down, unbuttoning your shorts. The two boys undressed you, all the while taking in every inch of you. The fear of losing you had been unbearable—they needed to memorize you, know how to find you even if blind.

You almost cried when Beomgyu finally entered you. He was cruel when he’d fuck you, ferocious in his thrusts, trying to get as deep as possible. This time was no different—it felt like he wanted to enter you completely, become one, so you could never go anywhere. So you’d always stay with him.

Yeonjun was so incredibly hard against your lower back. You wished you could touch him, but he seemed to need this—he needed to see you getting fucked by his shadow, his other half.

There was blood on Beomgyu’s cheek, dark red and warm. Without thinking, you reached and got it all over your hand.

Then you smeared it across your own face.

Beomgyu watched you with hawk eyes, taking you in—you were so beautiful, blood of his blood, buried inside your cunt, his brother holding you open for him.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun cussed, roughly grabbing your face, and licking down a line to your lips. He kissed you deeply.

“He’s fucking you so good, sweetheart, can you feel it? Fuck, I wish I was inside you like that.”

Beomgyu snapped his hips once more, and you finally came undone. He hissed, locking you into place, his own release emptying inside of you.

You were panting so hard, heart beating against your chest. You felt as if in a haze, in the middle of these two men, wrecking you, owning your body. It felt like a mashing of souls, like from this point on, one could not possibly exist without the other.

You wanted more. And Beomgyu could see, you needed this as much as they did. He caressed your hair, dropping a kiss on your breast.

“Do it,” he spoke brokenly, pulling out of you. “She wants you.”

Yeonjun wasted no time picking you up. You moaned, the wetness between your legs dripping. Beomgyu inhaled sharply, coming to kneel in front of you, helping you up his friend’s thighs.

“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn beautiful, (Y/N),” Yeonjun let you sit on his cock slowly, waiting, even if all he wanted was to grab you and fuck your ass raw.

You’d never taken him like that. So for you, he’d be patient.

Once you were all the way down, you breathed out shakily, his hands holding you up by the waist. The stretch was unbelievable, but you bending like that had both boys dying.

A goddess, accepting them as they were, agreeing to this.

“Come here,” Beomgyu entered you once again, your cunt the sweetest hiding place.

He’d hide in you forever.

The two of them found a rhythm that made you see stars. There were no words to describe, and you’d been reduced to a moaning, screaming, greedy mess of a girl.

“You’re taking us so well, sweetheart, look at me.” You did, and Beomgyu hooked a thumb on your mouth, parting your lips. “Open up for me, baby.”

He spit in your mouth, then kissed you hungrily. Slipping out of you, he ordered Yeonjun to keep fucking you, while he sat back and watched you, cock glistening, rock hard.

You let your eyes fall closed, enjoying the way Yeonjun was slamming you on him, and then you felt it—Beomgyu’s fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

“Oh my God…” You almost passed out, then, the stimulation too great.

But so deliciously satisfying.

“That’s it, cum for us, sweetheart. Let us see you,” he prodded, one hand in your cunt, the other wrapped around your neck.

Yeonjun grunted, sweat mixing with yours, your moans music to his ears. He wanted you like this, always.

“Kiss him,” you said to Beomgyu, stopping his hand. He looked at you, eyes hazy, mind numb with nothing but the thought to get you off.

“Lean down and kiss him, please,” you shuddered. “I’m so close, I’m so close…”

He needn’t be told twice. He crawled to Yeonjun and caught his mouth, surprising him. You took the chance to turn around, sliding his dick in your cunt. Both boys watched you get yourself off, bouncing, your tits dancing—Yeonjun fingered your clit, Beomgyu taking one of your breasts in his mouth, and—

You exploded, moaning loudly, neither stopping what they were doing. Coming down from your high, you felt dizzy, and Yeonjun was already making you horny again, if that was possible…

He sat up, with you still in his lap, Beomgyu leaving a kiss on your head. For a long time, you were just staring at each other, basking in the afterglow, Yeonjun caressing your hair.

Then—

“Marry me.”

“Fuck—me too, sweetheart. Marry us.”

Yes. Yes.

Your ceremony had been in a meadow, your dress simple, a bouquet of wild flowers in hand.

Your grooms wore black suits, smiling brightly. This time, it reached their eyes.

Your promises were traditional, in sickness and in health, ‘till death do us apart.

Black vintage car, straight out of an 80’s murder mystery parked next to the ocean.

When they slipped the ring on your finger, it was forever.

Yeonjun carrying you, Beomgyu snapped a picture of you three, happy, married. At long last.

“Where to, love?” Yeonjun drove away, hand intertwined with yours.

Yours linked with Beomgyu’s.

You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.

#yeonjun scenarios #beomgyu scenarios #yeonjun smut #beomgyu smut #ficscafe #txt smut #txt scenarios #tomorrow by together scenarios #kpop scenarios #yeonjun #beomgyu #txt yeonjun #txt beomgyu #tomorrow by together #tomorrow by together smut #mine.

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crazy ass boy gang reactions when someone tries to hit on youu??

crazy ass boys gang + someone tries to hit on you

billy loomis: He takes this SO personally. Acts as if everyone in Target should just know that you're his girlfriend. Has no emotional regulation ability so you have to defuse the situation or he will start a physical fight over a respectful compliment.

josh washington: As long as nothing disrespectful was said or you weren’t catcalled Josh is calm because (excluding insanely stressful mental health circumstances) he’s a calm, easy-going guy. He’ll walk up and say you’re taken and the conversation ends there. He’s a big beefy guy who looks way too confident and relaxed. People assume he can fight so even assholes leave you two alone.

stu macher: Is trying to pretend he’s cool with it but he gets angry very quickly. His masculinity? Fragile. Tested. Only course of action left is to overreact. He’s so obnoxious while rebuffing the advance that someone who isn’t even quick to violence would definitely want to beat his ass. He wins the fight but it ruins your date night. You both go home pissed off.

jd/jason dean: Materializes from the shadows behind you and tells the person you’re taken. He may not be the tallest or biggest looking guy but literally no one looks at him and thinks he’s fully sane. You are left alone and your date goes on peacefully. JD knows you’re attractive and doesn’t blame you for the attention you get. He’s toxic enough in other ways to make up for being normal about this one thing so don’t worry about the relationship getting boring <3.

kevin khatchadourian: Is built different and blames you for being hit on. As soon as he gets rid of the scum that you attracted he turns to look at you. He doesn’t have to say a word with the look on his face. That ice cold anger. It’s enough to make you go perfectly still, waiting for his next move. “Can’t get enough attention, huh?” He doesn’t give you the chance to respond, already busy walking back to the car. Hurry up and follow him if you know what’s good for you.

nathan prescott: Immediately shoves the guy away. Lowkey other guy might not have even been flirting with you. He was probably a classmate asking for your number so you can team up on a big school project. The guy will rightfully try and fight back but you have to beg him to walk away since it never just ends with one fight when it comes to Nathan. You don’t even have the energy to be mad about this anymore, it happens so often. Rest in peace.

sebastian valmont: Depends on if it’s a random stranger or someone you know. If it’s a random stranger he keeps it cordial and sweet, if a little bitchy, “Sorry, taken.” and drags you away. If it’s someone you know he walks up and is just obnoxious enough that the other person gets the hint but not obnoxious enough for you to say he was being rude. Master of social manipulation.

david mccall: One word: aggressive. David hides this side of himself from you so it will come as a complete shock when he walks up and drags the other person by the front of their shirt, murmuring something to them you can’t hear. It makes the stranger’s face go ashen though and they run away without looking back at either of you. David turns to you, face still twisted in anger until he sees how nervous you are. It’s like a mask slides back into place. “Honey, baby, relax. I just thought he was scaring you. Everything’s fine. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

sparrow!ben hargreeves: Wishes he could convincingly pull off “not bothered” but it bothers him so much. The way to bring out how much he cares about you is anyone encroaching on his “territory”. You’ll be pushed behind him protectively while he snaps at the other man to get lost. He watches them go and only looks away when they’re through the door. Is so humiliated that he openly showed he cares that he can’t look you in the eyes afterwards.

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#billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #jd x reader #nathan prescott x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #josh washington x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #david mccall x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #crazy ass boys gang

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some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too · 1 year

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The outsiders HC

TW: murder, break ins (literally one hc in dally’s section includes these), abuse (one hc in steve’s section)

i like angst ok 😭

ponyboy

he pretends to absolutely hate when somebody asks him to read a book out loud to him but in reality, ask this man to read out loud to you and it’ll make his day.

i don’t remember where i saw this but i remember one time i saw someone say he had really bad luck and if anything bad/unlucky happened to one of the other guys they’d all call it “pony-luck”

ever since he and soda started sharing a bed, 1. he can’t sleep without someone beside him (that’s actually canon though i think?) 2. he can happily sleep without a blanket (more on that in sodas HCs

Darry

i find it sweet to think that he sleeps with a stuffed bear that one of his parents gave him as a joke present for his 18’th birthday, he never let on, but it’s one of his prized possessions

he absolutely sucked at cooking when his parents died, he had like 2 things that his mom taught him when he was younger and that was like how to bake bread and how to cook pasta right. i think it’d be funny if soda felt bad and pretend he loved pasta sandwiches for a solid month just to help darry feel better

darry isn’t very interested in dating, sure he would love to settle down and have kids some day, but he doesn’t think there’s a rush, he’ll know when the right girl comes along. all the guys tease him saying it’s cause he can’t get a girlfriend but really he’s just not bothered, he doesn’t think he needs one.

even though he isn’t interested in dating he secretly loves a good romance novel, he has a stack of them in his wardrobe, ponyboy found them one day and was traumatised by the…”spicier” moments. they still joke about it

when he and pony fight and pony goes into his room darry just kinda stands outside for like 5 minutes wondering if he should go in and apologise

Sodapop

he’s the type of person to steal all the blankets when he’s sleeping. he always ends up like a little burrito. pony once tried to bring and extra blanket to bed so he could- yk actually have some blankets but soda just stole that too.

he started having nightmares after his parents died, all three of the curtis boys did. he would often wake up in a cold sweat or crying, but he never said anything since he didn’t want to worry anyone. when he had to move in with pony he pretended to be annoyed but secretly he was happy, sleeping next to someone helped soothe his nightmares too

he loves to go for long, late night walks alone. it helps clear his mind. the first few times he got caught sneaking out darry got a bit mad with him but after they sat down and soda explained why he was leaving darry let him go. now when darry sees him leaving he just says something like “stay safe, take as long as you need. when you get back come in and say goodnight.”

sodapop curtis can play piano. that’s all. i’ve just decided he should be able to play piano.

soda does actually drink. he doesn’t tell pony, to kinda “save his innocence”. he only drinks when he and steve go out and pony isn’t with them. he used to drink when pony was there but just put his beer in a pepsi can but one time pony asked for a mouthful and soda just had to chug the entire thing.

Dally

he secretly loves to watch the sunrise. he normally makes himself a cup of coffee, goes up to the roof of bucks place and watches the sunrise while drinking his coffee. he hates the sunset though, he hates that it ends in the dark. it sounds stupid, but when the sunrise ends, it ends in light, and that kinda gives him some sort of hope? i dunno, ask him

dally is an orphan, but he just says that his parents don’t care about him. his mother died during childbirth. his father died when he was nine years old. one night there was a break in, he hid dally in a closet. while he was hiding, he heard a gunshot. he heard a car drive away and he came out. his father was lying on the floor, motionless. rather than go into foster care, dally ran away, lived on the streets. eventually he made his way to tulsa.

he plays music in bucks about twice a week to “earn his stay”. he plays the guitar.

he loves to draw, snakes mainly. but he doesn’t like to draw on paper, he likes to draw on his arms and the arm of whoever is willing. for a while he thought of becoming a tattoo artist, he’d love to. though he realised that it’d probably never happen.

Two-Bit

he’s like- scarily graceful. you’d think he’s clumsy given he’s always drinking and everything, but he acts like a freaking cat. if he drops something he just scoops it up and keeps walking without stopping. if he’s walking around the Curtis house and the coffee table is in the way he just walks over it.

he’s surprisingly good at styling hair because of his little sister (it’s canon that he has a sister right?) he always does her hair before school. whenever he’s stressed he grabs pony or johnny since they have the longest hair and just starts putting tiny braids in their hair.

he just mentally combusts at the first sign of a girl flirting with him, he’s a real flirt until a girl does something back, he doesn’t know how to react.

he normally picks ponyboy up from school, he’s just worried that something will happen to him otherwise. he sees pony as a little brother almost.

steve

this boy is obsessed with bugs and frogs. don’t ask why i have no explanation i just think he does

he’s very self conscious of his teeth, he saves everything he can from working in the DX to put towards braces

he learned to fight to defend his mam from his dad, even when he was little his dad would hit his mother so at like 7 he asked Mr. Curtis to teach him boxing because he wanted to be like “Sonny Liston” (famous boxer at the time) but in reality he wanted to fight back for his mam. eventually she left, she wasn’t able to take steve with her.

Johnny

allergic to peanuts.

he befriends all the stray cats and dogs in tulsa. or at least the ones that appear in the lot.

he and pony have weekly sleepovers, even when they were really little. they only ever went to Johnny’s place once, but after seeing what johnnys parents were like pony decided that from then on they went to the curtis’s place

he’s suprisingly good at baking, especially cookies. he’d love to own a bakery when he’s older. (poor johnny didn’t get his bakery 💀)

#darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders #two-bit mathews #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #the outsiders hcs #tim shepard #curly shepard

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 2 years

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Nature’s First Green is Gold

a/n: fluff, fatuus!reader, pre!relationship, pre!3.0

tags: i never really considered myself a scaramouche simp, but lately this asshole is never not on my mind (oh my OH MY). 4town references aside, i decided the best way to get the scaramouche brainrot off my mind is by writing something with him and decided to look at the husk of opulent dreams set for inspo. title is a nod to a robert frost poem. i had fun with this, this might actually make a part two. talk with me in the ask box about this guy and tell me how many primos you got saved

“Is the planting going well?”

“It’s going fine, Mrs. Wang!” You smiled kindly at the lady. You hadn’t known her long since being stationed in Liyue, but you were more than happy to help her with planting rice paddies.

The old woman gave you a wizened grin. “Once we’ve wrapped things up here, why don’t we have a break? The jade parcels should be done soon.”

As if waiting for food to be brought up, your stomach growled. You laughed, mildly embarrassed. “Sounds like a plan to me.” You pat your stomach accordingly, not minding the mud smeared against the clothes you were given. “Just leave everything to me. I’m no stranger to this stuff, my family taught me everything I know!”

Mrs. Wang beamed once more before walking to her kitchen and your smile faltered. If she knew I’m a Fatuus, I don’t even think she’d want to talk to me. You sighed before resuming your task of planting rice in the watery fields of Qingce Village.

You’d been one for the better part of a year.

It all started when your family back in Sumeru took a loan from a Snezhnayan banker to keep the family farm. Unable to pay back that loan, you were given up to the Fatui instead. Part of you was still bitter about it after you’d argued so passionately with your parents that any deal with a bank affiliated with the Fatui was a mistake. Part of you understood that it was either work for the Fatui or see your family harmed.

Gone were your hopes of studying at the Academia. Now here you were miles away in Liyue and whenever you had a rare piece of respite, you spent your freetime pretending you were still a normal person. You were sure that was the only way people would even be nice to you, let alone cordially speak with you. At least without looking at you like you were the scum of the earth as people often would when you donned your mask and uniform.

And I can’t blame them when that was me not too long ago. Full of contempt and very little empathy. Now that empathy rolled off you in waves at the thought of how many others in the Fatui were like you, unwilling participants in whatever grand scheme the Tsaritsa was after.

Does their Archon even know the extent of the things the Fatui does?

Of course she does, she has to know.

How the hell does any of the stuff I do make Teyvat better? Poisoning lands and causing strife?

You decided to stop thinking about it a few months into your ‘enlistment’; it was the only way you’d stay sane.

It wasn’t all bad, at least. You made some friends, more or less, in your division.

The sarcastic Inessa, dorky Lev. Even Oksana, the most devout follower of the Cryo Archon, had her likable traits with her stories of her childhood in Snezhnaya and her cooking. The three of them kept you sane when you first joined your division because regardless of your differences, you all had the same fear.

Archons, Lord Scaramouche is terrifying. You shuddered just at the thought of him, planting another few stems of rice plant. He was beautiful. Almost like a doll at times with his too perfect looks and sense of style, but that beauty had a scathing tongue to match. Who knows what he would do if he saw me like this? Covered in mud and sweat.

You could already picture him looking down at you with sharp eyes. “This is where you disappear to all day?” He would ask though you knew you’d be stupid to reply. “What on earth are you doing rolling around in the mud for? If you want plants so badly use that Vision of yours.” He would sneer before he’d glance in disgust at the vibrant green Dendro Vision strapped to your arm. (Vision, not a Delusion, you feel a small twinge of pride. You were one of only two in your division with one. Not that that was anything to be proud of when most of Fatui preferred to have a Delusion, a gift from the Tsaritsa herself.)

It was bad enough being a Fatuus but you should have known something was wrong when you saw the amount of grimaces, winces, and looks of downright pity you received when you were told ‘You’ll be placed under the division of the Balladeer’.

“Well,” someone else whispered. “They could have been assigned to Lord Dottore.” That garnered a few ‘that’s true’s and nods.

You almost thought those older members were exaggerating when you first met The Balladeer. He’s beautiful. You remembered thinking, noting his long eyelashes and indigo eyes. Then he opened his mouth and said “just try not to be useless. They send me enough weaklings as it is.” and that beautiful, prince-like image you had of him shattered into dust.

From scolding those speaking out of turn to even outright slapping someone randomly once just to see how they’d react. Lord Scaramouche had to be the worst Harbinger. Second worst. You corrected yourself. The worst has to be Dottore. You might have only heard rumors, but rumors always had truth somewhere buried in them.

If you had to choose the lesser of two evils, you’d pick The Balladeer any day.

He was volatile but he wouldn’t make you a living experiment at the drop of his extravagant hat.

You would have thought he was evil incarnate, however, if not for one thing. A few things, actually. The man appeared to have a soft spot for children. It wasn’t often you caught him in the presence of one, but when you did (and he wasn’t aware of your watchful eyes on him), he never behaved how you expected.

Once a boy ran past him, brushing into him before falling. Rather than zap the child for even touching him, Scaramouche picked the boy up before brushing his shoulders off like a parent tending to his own child. “Stop crying, you’re fine aren’t you? You’re a strong tough guy, right?”

Then there was the girl whose kite drifted far beyond the reaches of obtainability. A normal scene in any nation, what wasn’t normal was the fact Scaramouche had bought her another one. “Try not to lose this one to the wind too, okay?”

Oh the way you wanted to divulge to your comrades what you’d seen. But there’s no way they’d believe me. Not even Oksana who often told sighed about how anything was possible as long as you believed in the Tsaritsa’s vision for Teyvat.

“Not even the Tsaritsa could make that man be nice.” You were sure she would say.

Lev would quirk a gray eyebrow, blue eyes twinkling, “you sure you didn’t bump your head or something?”

But you know what you saw. In that small dark chunk of coal he called a heart, children were excused from the cruelty Scaramouche was capable of.

What we do in the dark. You thought about the trope of novels you read in the past. It described the actions one took when no one else was around to be who they truly were at their core. You shook your head for a brief moment. Being nice to children was the bare minimum anyone could do, that wasn’t worthy of the amount of praise you considered giving him. But it’s Lord Scaramouche, I honestly thought he was going to zap that one kid into ash. He can’t be that bad, at least... he’s nice with kids anyway.

A cool breeze brushed your side and you stood up fully with a satisfied sigh, eyes closed as you relish the wind.

“So this is where you disappear to all day?” Your heart nearly fell into your ass at the sound of voice. No, no, Kusanali no. Yet there the Electro-wielding Harbinger stood, arms crossed and eyes filled with that familiar dismay. “What on earth are you doing rolling around in the mud for? If you want plants so badly use that Vision of yours.” He sneered, just like you predicted, glancing at your Vision.

“L-lord Scaramouche.” You stammered, unsure what to say. It wasn’t like you were even doing anything wrong, but you certainly felt like it with how the man stared at you. How did he even know I was here? “I-”

The voice of Mrs. Wang couldn’t have come at a better time. “Oh and who’s this?”

“Er- this is... someone I know.” You answered dumbly, not wanting to offend your superior by speaking too casually but not wanting to alert the woman you were a Fatuus. “We’re traveling together!”

Mrs. Wang hummed in response, looking at Scaramouche carefully. “Well, come on in and get some clothes.”

You blinked in surprise as Scaramouche raised a perfect eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Those ones are too fancy.” Mrs. Wang elaborated but at the continued confusion, she went on. “You aren’t expecting them to plant those paddies by themselves do you?” She grabbed your superior’s wrist, dragging him after her like he was just some child and not one of the strongest people in Teyvat. Your anxiety was never greater as you watched her unknowingly tug a Harbinger into her home. “Come on now! Those who don’t work, don’t eat! Together you’ll be done just in time for lunch.”

And that was how you and Scaramouche, no. 6 of the Fatui Harbingers, both were stuck in plain farm clothes, knee high in water meant for rice paddy planting.

A Harbinger. Farming.

He is going to kill me.

It was a miracle he hadn’t zapped you through the water, putting an end to your existence. Lunch couldn’t come soon enough, Mrs. Wang happily calling you over as the last of the rice bundles you were handling were planted.

“Thank you, Mrs. Wang.” You took a gracious bite of the jade parcels on your plate. Liyue cuisine was spectacular. A welcome distraction to Scaramouche being by your side and your hunger.

The kind elder shook her head, “thank you again for volunteering to help. Young people like you are a rare find. Most of our youth leave to Liyue Harbor the moment they’re of age.”

Scaramouche snorted beside you, “what a surprise that is.” If you could pelt your elbow into his side to make him mind his manners, you would.

“I think your village is lovely.” It reminded you of home in some ways. You longed for the day you could return to the deserts and rainforests of your homeland. Qingce village with its rice paddies and vibrant golds and sedonas was almost reminiscent of it.

“I’m glad you appreciate it, dear.” Mrs. Wang smiled appreciatively. “What was it that you said you did again?”

Indigo eyes were on your form as you took a nervous sip of iced tea. “Oh um,” you thought back to the story you’d given her before when you met. “I’m a farmer back home but I left in order to study the crops of other nations. Sumeru’s mostly known for mushrooms but we have lots of other things to offer, so I wanted to check out the competition.” You lied through your teeth, Scaramouche did nothing but snort again.

At least he wasn’t going to expose you even if you were sure he thought you were pathetic for lying.

“Well that’s very commendable, it shows your passion.” Mrs. Wang’s eyes trailed over to the dark-haired man beside you. “And you?”

“What about me?” Scaramouche glared at the woman.

“He’s an actor!” You chirped, praying that he’d just go with it. He might as well be with how well he tricked that golden-haired Traveler and eyepatch-wearing girl into believing he was a random kind soul.

Scaramouche eyed you, equal parts annoyed you talked over him equal parts amused at how hard you were trying to cover up your Fatui-aligned identity. “Right, an actor.” He added seamlessly to your lie. “One from Inazuma. This one was so taken by my skills, they’ve been following me around ever since.” Gods he is the worst.

“An actor.” Mrs. Wang repeated with an odd lilt to her voice. You nodded enthusiastically, your neck hurting. “No wonder your skin’s so soft. You haven’t worked with plants a day in your life.” She gave you a worried look. “Are you sure that’s fine?”

She doesn’t think he’d work at my family’s farm does he? “Oh no, he’s never even seen my family’s farm.”

Mrs. Wang looked even less enthralled by the information.

“What?” The Balladeer all but hissed, clearly displeased to be looked down upon.

Mrs. Wang looked unimpressed as she gave Scaramouche the up-down. “Your boyfriend doesn’t seem like he provides much, honey. Being an actor’s spouse won’t do at all if you’re planning to take over your family’s business. He’d be no help at all.” Your superior choked on his breath while you nearly spat out your tea. The old woman’s sour expression turned warm as she looked at you once more with fondness. “My grandson, on the other hand, he’d be perfect for you.”

Morax, Barbatos, all the gods in the Celestia please help! I’m pretty sure Lord Scaramouche is gonna kill this woman! The skin on the back of your neck rose at the tingles gathering.

“Of course, I’d be sad if he moved all the way to Sumeru but we can talk with your parents about you settling down in Liyue as well.” The elderly woman continued adding fuel to the fire, “Honestly, you could get anyone you wanted! Someone much sweeter.”

“Lo- Scaramouche is sweet!” You blurted out in a very blank-minded attempt to smooth things over. Eyes of disbelief from both parties stared at you as you clumsily continued on. “Honestly! He’s handsome and-”

Mrs. Wang cut you off, “looks aren’t everything, dear.”

Trust me, I know. That’s the understatement of the year with him. Still, you shook your head. “It isn’t, I know that. But he’s not just a handsome face, he’s got a handsome heart. He’s strong.” You never doubted the strength of Electro. Of all the elements, lightning and storm was the most unstable. You’d seen it time and time again back on the farm. What could start as a light drizzle, nurturing the saplings, could just as easily turn into a storm that tore up the roots of even the most stubborn trees. “But he’s gentle. He’s great with kids.”

“Kids?” Mrs. Wang snorted. “This one?”

You recalled the boy that fell or the girl who he bought a new kite for.

Both were instances you wouldn’t have believed if you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes. “I know that he can be... coarse on the outside but- but he really is a good person.” At least, that was what you hoped. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but nobody was that heartless even in the Fatui. There was good in Lord Scaramouche The Balladeer and even if it was only reserved for children who didn’t know any better, that was still something. “He’s always gentle with them. If they do something wrong or silly, his tells them lightly before making them smile. Or he’ll even by random kid’s new kites if they lose one. It’s... sweet.”

Even the smallest acorn can grow into the largest oak, your grandmother would say.

Maybe, instead of coal, Scaramouche’s heart was an acorn. Small for now, but it would grow into an oak one day.

You took a large gulp of your tea, pointedly avoiding looking anywhere in the direction of Scaramouche’s face. You didn’t want to even imagine the expression he was making. Please just leave it there, Mrs. Wang, I have to go back home with him.

Mrs. Wang only sighed, “well if you insist.” She murmured, resigned. The woman spared a glance in the direction of the Harbinger. “You remind me of my sister and her spouse. They didn’t seem compatible in the slightest but no one was as in love as they w-”

“That’s it, we’re leaving.” Scaramouche stood abruptly leaving his half-finished drink and jade parcels at the table. “Grab our things.”

You looked at your plate then at your superior, wondering if you should just shove the rest in your mouth and hope you didn’t choke. “But we haven’t even finished the rest of the paddies!”

“Oh it’s fine, dear.” Mrs. Wang reassured you, waving you off. “Plenty got done today. I’ll ask my grandson to help with the rest. Of course, you’re free to come back any time!” Her brown eyes twinkled with mischief. “I’d love for you to meet him!”

“They won’t be back here!” Scaramouche snapped quickly, an accusing finger pointed at you. The red on his face had to be anger at the amount of assumptions Mrs. Wang was making. “Swear on this woman’s life that you won’t come back to this hovel and meet any kin of hers!”

Mrs. Wang laughed before you could answer, not that you knew how too. “Best hold onto them tightly then before someone else ups and sweep them off their feet.”

Okay, time to go. You pursed your lips, wanting to fling yourself into the sun. Grabbing the bag with both of your clothes, you trailed after your Harbinger hoping that he wouldn’t smite you before you made it back.

“That old crone.” Scaramouche seethed as you finally departed from the quiet village. “Who does she think she is?! Making me tend to those pitiful weeds.” You quietly pursed your lips finding the wild jueyun chilis more interesting to look at as the Harbinger ranted on. You nearly crashed right into his chest with how suddenly he turned to glare at you. “And you only made things worse! Lying to her about all these qualities you see in me! You should have just said we weren’t a couple!”

“Wha- I wasn’t lying!” You cried indignantly before you could help yourself, much to the surprise to the both of you. And you could have cleared things up with her too! “I meant what I told Mrs. Wang, I like all of those things about you!” Begrudgingly. “Handsome, strong, good with children. You’re all of those things! You just... cover it up in all the mean.” Not that you understood why. “You’re like a cactus, trying to protect itself. But a cactus still isn’t covered entirely in thorns. It’s got soft spots and those soft spots are nice. You’re soft spots are nice.”

Then you froze, realizing you talked back to your superior. I compared this man to a cactus! I said he was S O F T! “I-I’m so sorry!” You sputter immediately bowing so quickly you were sure your back cracked. “I forget myself, I shouldn’t have spoken to you out of turn! You’re not soft or a cactus!”

Your heart was beating faster than you could count as you waited for his response. As you waited for him to do anything.

Berate you.

Zap you.

Waiting was quite honestly the scary part.

“J-just stop talking.” He finally grumbled and you blinked in surprise, looking up. The look on Scaramouche’s face was certainly disgruntled, just not in the way you were expecting. You were used to sharp eyes and lips furled into a frown. Instead, a dusty hand covered a pink flush spreading across his face and his eyes, while sharp, lacked the usual disdain he seemed to have for everyone. Is he...? “And stop looking at me! You’re worse than that hag.”

With that, he turned around and continued stomping off to your divisions’ living quarters as you stood there stupefied.

Wow.

Lord Scaramouche, embarrassed.

You half-expected it to start raining sunsettias and apples at this point. You hurried after him, careful to stay a few feet behind.

With a more than a hint of finality, Scaramouche barked, “If anyone asks, you were a clumsy fool and you dragged me down with you.”

“Yes, sir.” You weren’t sure if they would find that or the truth more believable. You covered your mouth, trying to fight back the laughter. You didn’t want to test the mercy he was giving you with his newfound flusteredness.

Yeah, you think with a smile. Maybe Lord Scaramouche isn’t so bad after all.

#lmao in a sequel you give him a cactus #one with a flower because its like his hat #look she's writing #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #meet a combination of the reader being forced into the fatui trope #and the getting mistaken for a couple trope #the trope lovechild we never knew we needed

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kikiofthevast · 1 year

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In your pirate au is etho human? He looks human but like…he just exists on a raft with a (frankly emberressingly) small sail. I…don’t think humans can survive alone for too long.

anyways pirate etho thoughts have invaded my mind like no other. Have the other ships accidents picked him up thinking he was stranded only for him to quickly disappear in a raft they swore floated away days ago. Does he steal peoples coffee and leave their barrels filled with sand that no one knows where is came from? (Shade-e-e’s live rent free in my brain)

just so many pirate au thoughts do you have any specific head canons for him?

Etho is very much human but very supernatural things happen around him. Ships have picked him up but they just. Don’t move. While he’s onboard. No wind in the sails, no moving with the waves. Like the ship’s anchor is down, even if it isn’t.

But he does absolutely have cryptid status, and he does just steal things from the crews he comes across and leaves them with worthless things in turn, always on his little dinky raft and its tiny sail.

He pretends not to notice the effect he has because he thinks people’s faces when they notice are absolutely hilarious.

He, to his dismay, runs into The Desert Scourge a LOT. Like way too often to be normal. He actually has a paddle that he uses exclusively to get away from them. Scar usually waves at him as they pass but sometimes Joel will hop on his raft (that will suddenly stop moving) and harass him for a while before swimming back to the Scourge.

He does tend to steal food and water from other crews and Jimmy will toss him some if they see him but otherwise he just floats around.

He’s a little bit of a legend too because obviously rumors about a guy hanging out on a tiny raft on the open sea for YEARS is definitely gonna raise some eyebrows, but there are people who don’t believe he exists.

He very much does exist though. And he misses Bdubs Prime. Though I won’t say why.

#tl pirate au #mcyt #ethoslab #kiki answers

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ravenadottir · 2 years

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How would the LIs act when sick, and how would they react to a sick MC?

whining (needs to be babied)

bobby

i mean... it's not even a question! plus, he might be extra cute for some cuddling and some food.

as a carer: the same way he likes being pampered, he pampers her. bakes so much stuff and makes so much food she needs to ask him to stop. "i can't eat all that!" "not with that attitude you can't!". stays with her all the time. "i'm taking a day off to take care of you." "you don't have to." "i thought you would say that."

gary

same as bobby, but he does it playfully. there's so much of "but, but, i can't reach it..." with a pout and a guy that size it's kind of funny to picture him all cozied up in a blanket while whining. as for taking care of her, there's this: "i called my nan, she gave me this recipe and mate! mate! i remember back in school when she used to make this, you'll see, you'll be strong as a bull in no time!" and proceeds to destroy the kitchen in the process.

"i'm fine" (pretends not to feel anything)

kassam:

nothing ticks him off like getting sick, especially when he can't handle things alone. depending on someone is the worst thing he can think of and he hates having to ask things from someone else.

as a carer: often makes and does things for her but doesn't hover. he hates when someone does that to him, so he avoids being intensely present.

lucas

very similar to kassam, to the point he gets dressed, searching keys, wallet, only to realize she hid them. "i already called and let them know you're sick. you're not leaving this place today, love." to which he can't respond because he's probably too sick to do it.

as a carer: doesn't leave her alone, and how dare she say the same thing he did when he was sick?? "you're not gonna pull that one on me, it's clear you can't move, so lie down and i'll be right back." as he glares on his way out.

carl

nothing can make him stop working and how dare she trying to help??

as a carer: listen, he's not the most sensitive person so like... let him know exactly what you need. and remind him every time you can, because he will forget! also, nag on him about his phone because even though he stayed home to take care of you... he's still secretly working.

normally ("yes, i'm sick, but i can still do stuff")

noah

he hates being babied. the type that does everything around the house when on a sick day and has to hear her go off about it because "you're supposed to be resting, noah!"

as a carer: please, he can't stop himself. "you need to eat. you need to hydrate. are you comfortable? are you cold? are you hot? do you want help to get up? do you need help to lie down? do you want anything from the kitchen/living room/office?" he doesn't stop and i find that endearing (but slightly annoying). she has to say something, otherwise he won't stop.

henrik

rarely gets sick but when he does he immediately goes to the kitchen to cook up a cure. and while resting he truly does nothing but that, or maybe tries to distract himself with a game on his phone.

as a carer: so careful and legitimately staying close, cooking, arranging things for her to do and be distracted, possibly going out to buy new games for them to play together.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg bobby #litg carl #litg gary #litg henrik #litg ibrahim #litg kassam #litg lucas #litg noah #queue #li's x sickness

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wooahaes · 2 years

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salmon roses

pairing: non-idol!jihoon x gn!reader

prompt: ... your fake date from here

word count: ~1.3k

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes: written + scheduled during the bday fics.

When you asked Jihoon to pretend to be your boyfriend, he had admittedly been a little wary. He’d seen the story before: he pretended to be your boyfriend, one of you fell for the other, and things would most likely get messy from there instead of that starstruck, cheesy romance movie ending where things were mutual. He was your classmate, and truthfully did consider the two of you friends since you interacted often enough. But the moment you mentioned some guy had been harassing you to go on a date with him, he changed his tune. He grabbed your hand, called you his honey, and made a show of being affectionate to you on the way out of class just to see someone stew in anger at that.

Jihoon reasoned out that he would have done this for pretty much any of his friends if they had asked. It was one thing to fake date someone to make someone jealous or something: it was another to stop harassment. The two of you could maybe keep this up for a bit, maybe drift apart in public for a few days, then return to having that publicly friendly relationship that the two of you had always had.

But with fake dating came... other things. A month into this fake relationship, Yoshi had asked when the two of you started dating whilst in a public library, and to keep up appearances, Jihoon lied and said it’d been a more recent thing. Hyunsuk had nodded along, said he was happy for him, and that the two of you always seemed to get along and he’d been suspecting something for a while. That had been news to him, and the additional agreement from the rest of the study circle had left Jihoon speechless. Junkyu’s teasing about how he was going to sweep you off your feet just to get Jihoon to do something had left him even more confused.

“Who asked who out?” Hyunsuk asked, his books slightly shoved away as he fully took interest in Jihoon’s love life. Maybe it was just Jihoon’s turn for playful teasing.

“I bet it was them,” Junkyu said, beaming from his seat beside Jihoon. “He always made this face when he saw them--” He vaguely gestured toward his face, imitating some lovestruck expression that Jihoon was frankly convinced he’d seen in movies and dramas more than on his own face, “--and I asked him when he was going to ask them out. Then he’d always tell me to leave him alone--”

Jihoon swatted the air toward him. “It’s not like that--”

“So it was them?” Junkyu looked enthused. “How’d they ask you out? With a letter? Did they stage it like in that one drama where--”

Jihoon had put an end to that conversation with a complaint about needing to get his work done, managing to get everyone back on topic. He parted ways with Yoshi and Junkyu later, Hyunsuk walking side by side with him.

“I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he had said, gripping the straps of his bag. “I hope you two are happy together.”

Jihoon had nodded along and vaguely thanked him for his support on the way back to their shared apartment. The moment he could sit down in his own room, put in his earbuds, and go back to working on something else, he was able to think. Did he like you like that? He thought he had always seen you as a friend. Sure, you were cute, and he had the stray thought of wanting to hold your hand every now and again. But that was normal, right? It wasn’t as if you were always on his mind, day in and out. He wasn’t in love with you, right? The whole fake dating things had shook things up, sure, but that was understandable. He was your fake boyfriend. He was just doing what a fake boyfriend should do: thinking of you often, texting you when he could, bringing you little things that made you happy...

Jihoon nearly smacked himself. He fell for you, or maybe he fell for you forever ago and was finally realizing it. He opened a new tab, typing in a new search: How to tell someone you like them for real.

Flowers. It had worked for some of his friends, maybe it’d work for you. He looked up the nearest flower shop, and called out to Hyunsuk that he’d be back later that night. Hyunsuk had teased him about not staying out too late with you. Jihoon had let the comment roll off his back like water, booking it to a florist and looking through his options. The shop attendant had been nice enough with helping him put together a small bundle of pink-y orange-y roses that Jihoon thought would be perfect for you. As he waited at the bus stop to take the short ride over to your place, he texted you to make sure you were home.

Thankfully, you were. He couldn’t imagine the embarrassment if he showed up there while you weren’t there.

He rehearsed what he was going to say to you over and over on the way over. Uncertainty swelled in his stomach as he made his way down the street after getting off, up the stairs and to your apartment door. When you finally answered, he found himself at a loss for words.

“Jihoon?”

He thrust the flowers out toward you. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

A look of hurt reached your eyes, and you looked down at the flowers before looking at his face again. “What are you--”

“I don’t want this to be fake anymore,” he said. “If you want me to go, I can go. But I like you, and I want to be your real boyfriend.”

He watched you shift your weight from leg to leg, uncertain on how to answer, and that bravado he held for a moment began to dissipate. Maybe this was stupid. Maybe he should have said it without the flowers, or with something else that he knew you liked. Before he could back off, apology on his lips, you reached out, warm hands enveloping his own.

“I’d like that,” you said instead. “Sorry. I just thought I was dreaming for a moment,” you nervously laughed.

He smiled at you. “Does that mean you dream of me?” When you laughed, he pressed the flowers into your hands. “I have an essay I need to finish, but... Can I...?”

When you nodded, he leaned forward to press a kiss onto your forehead. He was about to back off, to tell you that he’d take you out for a real date this weekend if you were free, only to get yanked back by the front of his shirt. You kissed him hard, flowers squished between the two of you, and he felt you smile when he kissed back. When you leaned away, you had this pretty glimmer in your eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

“I’m free all day on Saturday, by the way,” you took a step back. “Just let me know a good time and I’ll figure everything out.”

When you shut your door, Jihoon finally let out an amused sigh. Now he remembered why he liked you so much. Despite his confidence, you could take his breath away and make him feel like a fool in the best way. But he was happy to be a fool if it meant he could be your fool.

#wooahaes.fic #treasure imagine #treasure x reader #treasure x you #treasure fics #treasure fluff #park jihoon x reader #park jihoon x you #jihoon x reader #jihoon x you #also just know im p sure i'll always tag my wz stuff as him and not by his name

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