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redskull199987 · 6 months

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i have two so I'll probably send them separately, but at the same time I feel like that would be a lot of notifications (also fem reader please); #1 is giving mike schmidt head under his desk while he's at work and stuff , #2 is like playing with mike's hair and stuff to help him sleep and cuddling with him , and #3 is mike bending reader over his desk and going to down because he's had a pretty bad shift and needs to relieve stress. you can just do one or all, it's up to you

First of all, this is only one of these three requsts, the second one to be precise. The others will follow of course, don't worry. Until then, I hope that you enjoy this one. I had lots of fun writing this:D

So hear my Voice, remind you not to bleed

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Request Word Count:1.3k Warnings:tooth rotting fluff,kissing and hugging, that’s all, slight movie spoilers Summary:You knew that your Boyfriend had trouble falling asleep, so you did everything you could to help him find his way into sweet sweet dreamland…

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You felt like shit. At least, that was the short version. And the longer one wasn't even that much longer. To put it simply, you had an awfully long week. And that was probably an underestimation.

You fought murderous animatronics, a creepy dude in a bunny costume, a feral cupcake and after all that shit, you barely escaped with your life. And while you were fortunate and had only obtained a few minor scratches and bruises here and there, Mike had a few life threatening flesh wounds and Vannesa was lucky to be alive at all, after her father had stabbed her.

Your Bones ached and your head was pounding, as you finally made your way home. Unfortunately, you couldn’t just ask your Boss to give you a few days off because you had several Animatronic-induced wounds scattered over your body. Heck, you were happy you didn’t just lose your job after not showing up for three days in a row.

All you could do was tell them that you got involved in a car accident and that you and your boyfriend had been in the hospital for a few days. Much to your favor, they believed you and the fact that Vanessa was still in the Hospital only backed up your little lie.

Your Mind was still racing, as you reached your little Home. It was already dark outside, as you stepped into the comfort of your Apartment. You saw Lights coming from the Living Room and the Sound of the TV slowly made its way into your Brain and pushed away the gruesome memories of the Pizza-Plex.

“Mike?”, You shouted into the darkness,”Abby? I’m Home.”

You didn’t receive an answer, so you quickly discarded your shoes and Jacket and walked into the Living Room. Only now, you noticed Abby sitting in front of the Sofa, drawing with her Crayons and listening to the sound of the TV.

“Hey Abbs.”, You smiled and leaned down to greet the little Girl. She practically beamed at you and gave you a small hug.

“Have You eaten yet? Where’s Mike?”, You quickly asked again as you rose back to your feet.

“Yes, we had Spaghetti with meatballs.”, Abby stated happily,”And Mike said he was tired and went to sleep already. He told me I could stay up for a little bit longer:”

“Okay then.”, You mumbled, gently running a hand through Abby’s Hair,”I’ll go join your Brother in Bed. Don’t stay up too late, okay Love?”

Abby nodded at you profusely before turning her focus back on the Half finished Drawing in front of her. You looked at her once more, before deciding to finally go see your Boyfriend in your shared bedroom. You knew that he was always tired. Even before you started dating. You knew what you were getting yourself into.

But after recent events, his insomnia seemed to get severely worse. He could barely fall asleep anymore and even if he did, he’d be awake again a few hours later, jumping up with heavy breaths and a sweaty forehead. You always tried to comfort him and be there for him, but you still felt like you weren’t doing enough. Like, you should do more. But you didn’t know how.

With a sigh, You slowly pushed your bedroom door open. You were surprised as you realized that the lights were still on and Mike was sitting in the middle of the Bed, still fully dressed.

“Mike?”, You asked with furrowed brows,”Are You okay, my Love?”

He didn’t answer you at first. Only as you got closer and sat down next to him, he looked at you.

“S-Sorry, must’ve been lost in my thoughts again. I didn’t notice you coming in.”, Mike explained. His voice was raspy and tired. With a soft smile, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly:”It’s okay, don’t worry. You wanna go to sleep?”

Mike only gave you a nod and got up to change into his sleeping attire,which consisted of a Shirt and some sweatpants. You quickly followed him over to the wardrobe and before he could pull off his hoodie, you carefully hugged him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love You.”, you uttered against his skin. You could see how the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and the shiver that went down his spine.

“I love you too.”, Mike answered, taking a hold of your hands and turning around in your embrace. For the first time today he gave you a smile. A lazy one, but you saw that it was genuine. You quickly leaned forward, planting a kiss on his cheek, before you connected your lips with his in a tender kiss. You felt his hands wander to your waist and he pulled you closer. Warmth radiated off of his Body, while his lips worked against your own in passion.

As you finally parted due to the lack of oxygen, both Mike and you were panting against each other's lips. It was quiet for a few minutes and no one said anything, while the two of you just enjoyed each other's company.

But then you reached for the hem of his hoodie and as Mike realized what your plan was, he obediently raised his arms, so that you could pull the hoodie off of his body. After you let the Hoodie fall to the Floor, Mike grabbed the Hem of your sweater and the two of you repeated the whole action, but with your roles reversed this time.

It didn’t take long, until you were both in your sleeping attires after you lazily helped changing each other.

With a drowsy smile, You grabbed Mike’s hand and pulled him back towards the bed. You had of course noticed that his expression wasn’t really the happiest, as he was afraid of having nightmares again. He had told you about them. It was always the same. He saw Abby, Vanessa or You getting stabbed by William Afton and there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t move or scream. He just had to witness it.

“Come here.”, You mumbled and held out your hand as you saw that Mike was hesitating to lay down. His gaze wandered from the sheets to your face and it seemed like the soft smile you gave him did the trick on him. He gently grabbed your hand and let himself be pulled down by you. As his head was laying comfortably in the crook of your neck and your hands were slowly brushing through his hair, Mike let out a deep sigh.

“It’s okay. I’m here with you, Mike.”, You mumbled into his ear. You felt how his arms slung around your waist, pulling you closer.

“I know.”, Mike muttered under his breath,”You’re here.”

He took a deep breath in again, before you finally felt his body relax against yours. You quickly grabbed the blanket, pulling it over the two of you.

“Just concentrate on my voice.”, you said, soothingly rubbing his back with one hand, while the other still brushed through his hair to calm him down,“Listen to my voice. You’re not alone. I’m here with you.”,

“You’re here with me.”, Mike repeated quietly. You only nodded and continued to mumble sweet nothings into his ear. And within Minutes, you felt his grip on you loosen ever so slightly, while his breath became more even.

With a soft smile, You kissed the crown of his head once more, before also letting your eyes fall shut. If Mike could sleep, you could sleep too. And if he woke up, You would wake up too, no matter what.

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hina-hina · 1 year

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Last request! (I apologise if i request too much) I have a funny idea inside of my head, Could you do a dad headcanons of Ghost, Soap, Alejandro + König found out his and F! s/o's child has a innocent crush or how they act towards on their crush. How the 141 boys would react?

I can imagine if their child is a boy, I think they might tease their child about the "crush" thingy. If their child is a girl, ohh boy I think they're a type of a dad who said "no boys until you're 18 young lady" or being protective dad.

bonus: I think some of them might cry on their child for being " grown up so fast"

Hello again!! Don't worry about requesting too much, I love every request I get!! But this idea is so stinkin cute （〃｀ 3′〃）Thank you for requsting and I hope you enjoy!!

We have a healthy mix of boy!child and girl!child, I really just used whatever I felt fit the best within the character. The child in this is like middle school age or younger here.

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|| How Ghost, Soap, Alejandro + König Would React When Their Child Has a Crush ||

Warnings: Some angst (not really)

Female!Reader // Romantic + Platonic

|| Ghost

The child is a girl because Girl Dad Ghost brain rot is real

I have mentioned this 100 times but he is observant, right?

So he is back from base for a leave and decides he is gonna go and pick up your child from school

And while he is awkwardly standing among the other parents, he notices you talking with a young boy

He is horrified because you are blushing profusely

Doesn't say anything to his kid but as soon as he comes home and the kid runs off to her room, he just latches onto you and is like "We need to talk."

And your immediately worried because you think something is seriously wrong

Then he just tells you about her blushing at the boy and you let out a little relieved laugh

But then you tell him there is nothing wrong with someone her age having a harmless crush but he can't help it

He is incredibly protective and knows just how cruel young boys can be

He just doesn't want her to get hurt

Expect the next time that he goes to pick her up, he is just glaring this boy down

If they do start dating, the boy better be prepared for the most terrifying shovel talk ever

|| Soap

We will do a boy child for him

So, I imagine the kid is like smiling at his phone or something at family dinner

And Soap jokingly asks if he is talking to a girl and when the kid blushes and tells him to stop he knows he unintentionally was correct

He is very quiet all throughout dinner until the two of you go to bed

You ask him what's wrong and he just starts silently crying because his son is growing up and he misses so much of it because of work

You just hold him and let him cry it out until morning

You reassure him that you and your son know that his work is important and that you both will also be there for him when he gets back

He has a mildly awkward heart-to-heart with his kid after that about how, despite him having to leave so often, that he would also be there for him

He would then go on to give the kid really bad dating advice

At that point, your quick to swoop in and dispute what Soap says for no other reason to see him get flustered when you explain how he embarrassed himself when the two of you met

|| Alejandro

We will do a female child for him because, once again, girl dad vibes

Very, very, protective girl dad vibes

When you jokingly mention that your daughter is fostering a crush on someone from school? He needs to know everything

What is this boys name, who are his parents, when did you find out

You will need to take a moment to calm him down before telling him anything else

He would want to talk to the boy immediately, despite you telling him that it's nothing more than a innocent crush

When the two of them meet one time, say your daughter introduces him to the two of you at pick-up one day, he is all intimidating glares

The boy is clearly very nervous so you have to shove him to get him to lighten up

When he sees how happy your daughter is when hanging out with him, he softens

"As long as you're happy, hija."

God help this boy if he ever hurts her though-

|| König

To keep it even, we will do a boy child for this one

I see him absolutely loving spending one-on-one time with his kid from time to time

So during one of these outings, he admits that there is a girl he likes at his school

He is in shock because of course the kid is at that age but he is still completely caught off guard

If the kid tries to ask for advice he would just have to be like, "Your mother kinda just threw me over her shoulder and I accepted it."

He is not that big of a flirt but he does know a thing or two

Encourages the kid to be observant (not in a creepy way) to pick up on the things she likes

He overall just encourages his kid to be nice and to pay attention to what she likes

He also encourages him to be more outgoing because he regrets not being as open when pursuing you

When König tells you about this later, your all over him with kisses and "awe"s

And who could blame you truly?

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myslvtwritings · 8 months

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Hello? Ah, I think I put my requests in the wrong area, I got confused and put them in 'Submit A Post' instead! My apologise, Ahem! I shall repeat one of my requsts here. If it's not much of a bother....So, my first request was how would the upper moons (Plus Hantengu clones) react to an S/O who is allergic to the sun? Like they have Solar Urticaria which gives them, and I quote here, 'causes an itchy rash or hives that appear on any skin that has been exposed to the sun' and it hurts them a lot

➤ Uppermoons with a S/O who suffers from Solar Urticaria

➤ SFW headcanons

including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, and Hantengu clones

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(not proof read)

Muzan

Your first mistake was giving a chance to the demon king himself and your second was keeping this little illness of yours a secret.

Literally your explanation behind for not being honest about your situation is mostly because you’re scared shitless of this man half of the time..

Because you’re a human and Muzan’s adored S/O he does also have high expectations for you when it comes to looking for the blue spider lily.

You’re human, walking in broad daylight shouldn’t be an issue? He sees no problem whatsoever! This will benefit him after all.

So, when you’re hesitant to walk outside the man grows immensely confused?

First of, how dare you disobey him and what are you not telling him?

There is absolutely no reason to keep it hidden because sooner or later Muzan will find out eventually so what’s the point? He isn’t an idiot.

Just the main explanation he didn’t notice at first is because he was focusing on more important matters. He’s an extremely busy man after all.

Soon, you inform him of your ginormous problem.

May feel a tad bit guilty for not noticing at first and on his end it’s embarrassing for coming off so dense.

Your condition is not that entirely different to a demons.

Anyway, congratulations, you just gave him the perfect opportunity to turn you into a demon.

Probably won’t be too happy if you refuse.. Muzan hates when those disagree with him because this man has the mentality that he’s always correct despite his tactics being morally wrong..

Kokushibo

Kokushibo is an introverted, an expressionless, and quite eerie demon. But do not let that fool you for him being a brainless fool.

Koku happens to be very observant.

Cares for you strongly despite his severe lack of affection. He always has a sharp eye on you.

So it doesn’t take him too terribly long to take notice of your avoidance to the sunlight.

Yeah, now he’s going ti be curious.

But instead of immediately asking you first, instead he’ll observe you from afar to find out for himself, analyzing your every move, waiting for your darkest secrets to spill at any given moment.

His plan was a complete fiasco because in turn he found out nothing. Only came off as a creepy stalker.

He may become frustrated, give up and just demand answers from you himself. Wont even ask, just will straight up demand you to tell him everything.

No point in lying about it because he isn’t idiotic.

Kokushibos reaction whenever you inform him of your allergy will be somewhat similar to Muzan’s.

Offers to transform you into a demon because it isn’t like they’ll be a striking difference, you know?

However, Kokushibo is shockingly not the type to force you into demonic nature if you’re against losing your humanity.

He may view your reason as dumb and “typical human behavior” but it’s safe to say that he’ll still love you and won’t turn you without your consent or knowledge.

Instead, Kokushibo will help you deal with your allergy in other ways which are actually beneficial.

Douma

Takes awhile to notice, out of all the uppermoons he’s the most dense, especially with inability to feel proper emotions.

With his consistent work he has to perform in the cult he has very little time with you in general.

But whenever he shares those little moments with you he savors them. It’s his only escape from the cult he unknowingly despises so much.

Douma is another observer, but in the most creepiest way possible. Makes it known that he’s a full-on stalker.

One thing he will immediately notice is that you’re repulsed by the sun. You even prefer colder weather and only ever exit the temple in the dead of night!

How cute, you’re the most demonic human he’s ever met!

Douma isn’t too fascinated by it at first nor does he care until he finds himself frequently fantasizing about it all the time.

As the thoughts nag on, Douma just kindly asks you himself.

Ah, so you’re basically allergic to the sun? Haha! how eccentric.

Cue the horrendous jokes, an increase in teasing.

Deep down, an unknown part of him is surprisingly worried about you. But of course he’ll pretend he’s not. After all, these emotions are foreign to him and he ain’t too fond of this paranoia he’s experiencing which only grows stronger.

You are Douma’s beloved S/O, his prized possession!

And like the others this menace will offer you to give up your humanity and join the demons to hopefully rise to the upper ranks.

I mean, you’re no different from a demon! Douma sees absolutely no problem with this!

This is his own special little way of him ‘helping’ you.

Besides, he does desire for you to be at his side for all eternity!

If you accept his offer, he’s beyond thrilled, overwhelmed with joy.

If you decline, Douma is visibly disappointed..not satisfied. Isn’t too fond of this feeling he’s experiencing the moment you reject his kind offer.

Very well, be that way. His feelings for you won’t change! However, so expect him to be extra overprotective. He makes sure to keep you away from the outdoors and the two of you only visit the great outdoors when the sun is down.

Akaza

Akaza is already overprotective enough as it is. Once he finds out of your condition his overprotective behavior will only increase.

There was a time where you did take a step outside on a warm summer day and immediately you break out. You feel lightheaded, break out in wrenched rashes, your delicate skin grows irritated, you look like Nezuko burning in the sunlight minus the flames.

Panicked boyfriend mode=activated.

Immediately, you and Akaza retrieve indoors. Demons and their speed. You didn’t even notice you were picked up and brought to safety until you were surrounded by the interior of your lovely home.

Akaza is astonishingly experienced when it comes to treating others who are ill or have conditions. No, he’s not a doctor. Akaza just knows how by heart.

Now, he doesn’t know everything. But he knows enough to make you feel better and not break out again!

As he treats your pruritus and erythema, Akaza keeps in mind to be very gentle with you. Even if you possess a high pain tolerance Akaza will ALWAYS be benign when it involves his lovely partner.

Poor baby is still shaken up, therefore his hands are having a mild seizure as he treats you.

Moving on, after that unfortunate incident your boyfriend has a couple questions for what the actual fuck just occurred today

He’s a commutative partner and is a bit disappointed you didn’t inform him prior.

Akaza won’t be mad forever though. He just loves you too much to stay mad at you so therefore your apology if accepted.

However, please tell him things next time. You aren’t aware of how much they really matter to him.

Yes, he as well is a cold hearted demon but at least he has a heart. Unlike his subordinates who have an insatiable hunger for human flesh like yours.

Akaza is able to control himself, possess morals to this day, no matter what happens he is always going to care about you and will take care of you whenever it’s needed!

Hantengu Clones

Sekido

He found out about your condition by accident on one unfortunate day.

Springs into action by dragging your ass back indoors and treating your delicate skin which reacted as the sun made contact with it.

However, afterwards he puts off his caring act and grows increasingly frustrated and concerned.

He only expresses anger so fuck the concerned bit. Doesn’t even admit it. But you can tell he’s worried for you in a.. angry way?

Sekido’s temper only rises the moment he realized you kept this a secret from him.

You two have been together for how long? Yet you still keep secrets? why? Do you not trust him?

Immediately assumes the worse of the worst and lashes out at you.

Yeah, he isn’t too happy and being understanding isn’t his strong suit either.

Communication has always been a problem for him.

He is mostly just lashing out because deep down he’s hurt you didn’t tell him.

Sekido is terrifyingly protective over you so there is yet again another reason he’s pissed off you never told him of your Urticaria prior.

Doesn’t want you hurt physically or emotionally in anyway.

He’s hurting you right now emotionally thought but literally screaming at you-

Moving on, you finally manage to calm this angry bastard down.

He doesn’t know a lot of your condition so you elaborate it to him.

Honestly, he understands, especially being a demon and all. Y’all are basically similar.

Sekido finally calms down the further you explain.

He loves you so he’s understanding. Be sure to stay telling him things though please😔😔

Aizetsu

As y’all’s relationship began, you inform Aizetsu of your condition, knowing well it’s important for him to know of this due to him being your beloved boyfriend.

Aizetu’s brain stops out of sheer panic.

I swear, he’s always so worried about you in general! Now it’s only increasing!

Pities you.

What a pity that you’re a mere human and can’t even set foot outside and feel the warm sunlight on your face..

He honestly makes you feel worse about it which is a red flag in your opinion.

Like hello?? you just need him to understand. You don’t need all that pity nonsense!

You just simply explain to him how that doesn’t help and it only causes him to feel more horrible.

Fortunately for you though, he apologizes.

Becomes even more protective of you then he already is.

Thankfully you never had an incident because you take good care of yourself.

Aizetsu also keeps a sharp eye on you even though you don’t need it.

Like Sekido, he relates to you.

Lowkey craves for you to become a demon like him.

But at the same time he doesn’t want you to lose your humanity because he knows that’s very important to you. Plus, it would upset you. Aizetsu despises seeing you upset.

Karaku

To put it bluntly, Karaku may come off as a horrendous dumbass and menace but he isn’t actually an idiot.

Knows what’s going on, what he’s doing, he isn’t exactly dense nor misunderstanding. Especially when it comes to his precious S/O.

So whenever you inform him of your condition, explain to him what it means, etc. He confesses he already knew something was up prior but waited for you to tell him yourself.

Karaku is honestly happy to know that at least you two can relate with the whole sun dilemma.

He even teases you about it here and there. I mean, he’s a demon so what do you expect?

Earns a slap in the face if he ever taunts you or teases you.

Ok, ok, for your sake he’ll stop with the immature jokes. 🙄

Karaku is highly aware on how your little condition upsets you and how you deeply desire to feel the warm sunlight beaming down onto your delicate skin without having this troubling condition.

He is always there for you to cheer you up whenever you get insecure about it!

Even becomes even more protective of you.

He knows damn well you aren’t stupid enough to walk outside on purpose but he still loves the feeling of looking out for you and being there for you.

He’s cocky about it too.

Karaku always reminds you that he still loves you despite your condition. He knows how insecure you are about it and you always overthink that he’ll get bored of you and leave which isn’t the case. He loves you for you! Even though he teases you like hell.

Urogi

Similar to Karaku, this mf is cocky as hell about it.

Says shit like; “Damn really? Guess we have more in common than i thought baby.”

He’s so goofy. A silly lil demon. 💀💀

Also one positive wack. Attempts to help you develop a slightly more positive mindset. He knows how negative you can get due to your condition which you have a burning hatred for.

Deep down, he’s lowkey a upset for you, he wishes you and him could walk under the sun together. But covers it up with his happy facade.

Reminds you that you’re like him and that he doesn’t see the problem. I mean, he still loves you and has even more in common with you!

He tries his very gosh-darn hardest to make you feel better about it.

Since you cannot appreciate the sun, Urogi and you go out in the evening and have wholesome small dates!

Unfortunately, y’all can’t really go into town cause of his demonic form

BUTTTT you both have picnic dates under the moonlight. He finds a way to make you appreciate the night/the moonlight instead of sun.

Constantly reassures you that it’ll be alright!

Urogi will also pick you up and flies you around on his back to have fun!

Now for the semi-red flags: He has the strong habit of teasing you. Not intentionally because he enjoys hurting you or anything.. He just assumes ahead of time that it’ll make you feel a tad bit better!

Is always on a mission to witness you at least crack a smile at his childish humor.

By the way, his teasing doesn’t benefit you in the slightest..

If you’re okay with his jokes and are able to joke with him then you two just bond over that and you soon get over your insecurities.

However, if you cannot handle it and are sensitive, which is completely valid in your case. Urogi will tone it done and search for other solutions to help you out!

But he does sometimes find it amusing when you proceed to call the sun ‘evil’ and hide from it when you’re in a bad mood..

Yeah the sun is evil. Bro agrees with you. 😡😡

Omg, sorry this took so long to finish! I hope i wrote these headcanons met your expectations and i hope you enjoyed reading them:) bye-bye! (also this ain’t proof-read so sry if there are any typos)

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belzrgr · 7 months

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Can i requst a fic of the Reader coming back to the going merry from their trip of the nearby town, and they are freezing. And Sanji helps them warm up

(I know you said i could ask but like you don't have if you don't want to)

Let's Warm you Up

It's short but I hope you like it! Never written Sanji before so I hope he's not ooc :')

Sanji x gn! Reader (you/yours)

Word count: 709

Warnings/Tags: established relationship, Sanji taking care of reader, softness, strawhat pirate reader, reader is fairly skinny? Enough to sit with their feet on the chair in front of them, petname used for reader (mon amour)

You were so excited to get off the ship today, you almost got down after than Luffy. As much as you loved your crew, staying in relatively close quarters with the same people over such a long time with nowhere else to go did get exhausting after a certain point.

This time, you had docked at a lovely winter island and the way the snow sparkled in the gentle sunlight from above was beautiful. The town was fairly quaint but the local artistry was awe inspiring. Be it the frosted over lanterns, the dainty white silver jewelery you could see everywhere or the intricate candy sculptures they made from this thick syrup that apparently could only be found on this very island.

Everything was so pretty and since you had wanted some time away from everyone else, you were walking the streets alone. Much too soon, you realised your money dwindling and you realised that the thick coat you wore didn't actually keep you as warm as you wished. In your enthusiasm, you had forgotten your gloves and your fingers were starting to hurt, feeling frozen and a bit stiff. Your toes were in similar condition and you decided it would be better to get back to the ship for now.

On your way, you wondered who had stayed on the ship to guard it this time, as you hadn't paid attention to the others talking about it. Clearly it wasn't you, since you had stayed back last time you had been on a relatively peaceful island like this. No matter whom you'd find though, you really needed something to warm up and quickly.

By the time you arrived, you were shivering and your teeth chattered uncomfortably. As quickly as possible, you went to the kitchen, hoping to maybe make yourself some tea or something else similarly warm. The sight that greeted you wasn't one you expected but you were happy to see Sanji leaning against the counter, drinking his own warm beverage.

A sniff into the air made you think it was probably a tea of some kind but you weren't sure which one. As soon as he saw you, his eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up as he pushed himself away from the counter to walk over to you while you closed the door behind you.

"Oh, you're freezing! You should have come back way sooner than this, what if you had gotten frostbite? Sit down, I'll be right back."

Sanji didn't let you get a word in edgewise and gently pushed you towards one of the chairs, sitting you down. You were still shivering but it was much warmer in here than outside at least and the difference in temperature made you shudder.

When he came back, Sanji had a thick blanket with him. Yet he didn't put it over your shoulders.

"We should take off you coat, it's freezingly cold", he told you, standing ready with the blanket.

However, trying to open it proved too difficult with your fingers so stiff and you looked up at the cook, wanting to ask him if he could help. You got about one word out before he was already leaning over to open your coat for you, the blanket laid on the table in front of you for now. He helped you take it off too, letting it fall to the floor in favor of wrapping you in the blanket quickly.

It surely was much warmer than the coat and you hid your face in the soft fabric, rubbing your cold nose against it. Sanji picked up the coat to hang it over the back of one of the other chairs and came back to help you take off your shoes. After all, your toes needed to warm up too and your shoes were wet from the snow you walked through before.

"Thank you", you told him as you put your feet on the seat as well, tucking the blanket under them so it pressed against your toes.

Sanji smiled and took your hands in his, softly kissing your still cold knuckles.

"Not for this, mon amour. I think you could use a warm drink. Do you want me to make you some tea? Or maybe a hot chocolate?"

#vinsmoke sanji #Sanji #One piece #Gn reader #Fluff #Comfort #Fanfiction #Drabble #Ficlet #Mine #Writing #X reader #Race neutral reader

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whovianwriter · 3 months

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Do you love me?

Lucien x Elian

AN: This is inspired by two tiktoks made by @bookishlyaries, using lines from bridgerton and Outlander. My first fic back, hope you guys like it. My requsts are open. Enjoy!

It had been like this for the past couple of years, the constant glances from the both of them. Too afraid to say something to the other, too nervous after so much has happened. How could they, but there wouldn’t be a story if neither one of them has not budged. So this is how they finally got their happy ever after.

It was flashes from her, of how they were kidnapped and brought to the room and she saw her sister and the group of people that came to their house asking for help, then she was being dragged to the cauldron, and then the pitch black of being in the icy depths, to coughing on the stone floor and looking up to see himself. And the words “She’s my mate,” were being said before everything came rushing back to Lucien.

This was the second time he had this nightmare, he knew that it was terrible, he knew he should have waited but it was too late now. Too late to see if he changed what happened would there be a chance that she would have accepted the bond, would have accepted him. He knew that there was no point in trying to fall back asleep now and so he got up and started to get ready for the day, but that night when he went to sleep something was waiting for him, and then he felt it, the fear.

Glimpses of Ferye, glimpses of everyone that Lucien had gotten used to when he went to the night court, and then the sight of what happened to be Nesta doubled. In one she was laughing at what Cassien had said in her ear while the one she looked like she was ready to leave the party and gave a gaze that held so many emotions he didn’t know where to start to untangle the meaning. But then it changed to him, to where he was sitting on a blanket with her laughing and the other where he was laying on the ground seeming to be bleeding and him dying.

That woke him up as he sat up in bed with sweat running down his face, he felt the panic and when that subsided the sorrow fell down the bond before her shields snapped into place. He remembered when she was not fully herself after Feyre and himself finally got to Velaris. Seeing visions, and stuck in a fog that she couldn’t get out of, was that what all of her dreams were like? All different ways of what would happen or would be happening? Was he going to die, or live long enough to see the first option come true?

He decided then and there he was going to check on her, if she sent him away he could understand. He just wanted to tell her this. So he got dressed and started on his way to the court of dreams.

It was just after lunch when he finally arrived there, and then he got to the house of wind, and looked up to the top before he let out a breath about to start the climb, he slowly made his way up, and up, and up and up. It was a good half of an hour at least when he finally reached the top. He had to take a couple of minutes to breath before he opened the door. There sitting in the room was Cassien eating with Nesta reading beside him. And Elain looked out the window to the mountains. It was Cassien who looked at him first, “You must have something important to share to climb up all of those stairs.”

“I do, to Elain. Would you and Nesta give me a couple minutes to talk to her alone, please?”

They shared a look at each other before getting up as Nesta gave him a look to tell him, 'She would make sure to kill him if he hurt her.’ He got closer yet still gave her space, when he looked at her. She looked beautiful to him even though it looked like she had been crying and he was wondering if she had seen him coming here.

“Elain, I realized that I had never properly apologized to you for what happened that day. I am so sorry. It must have been terrible for and to hear me say that you are my mate must have been shocking and upsetting. I understand, and if you never wish to see me again I will understand. I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry that you were never given a chance to decide what you wanted without someone else chipping in.”

“You came all this way to say that?”

“For the most part yes, and to ask this to see if you ever want to see me again. Do you love me?”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“Do you love me?”

“I.. I cannot. This conversation.. I never wanted a mate, Lucien.”

“Is this because you do not want a mate, or that you could not love me. I don't care about the mating bond, I just want you. I love you, Elian. I love you so much that I will do what you wish. If you do not, all you have to say is you don’t love me, and I will go. I will go back to the sun court. And we can live our separate lives, I will fill my days and survive. But first, you have to say that you do not love me. You have to tell me that I am utterly alone in this world.”

“I am a madwoman, I’m a danger. In my mind there are different worlds creeping in. The future and the present collide, I do not know how to save them all.”

“Do you love me?”

“You do not wish a life with me for yourself. No one wishes that.”

“Elain! I will stand with you between the present and future. I will help you save them all. Do you love me?”

“I love you!.. From the moment in here when I asked if you could hear my heartbeat, I loved you desperately. I cannot breathe when you are not near, I love you, Lucien. My heart calls your name.”

As the tears rolled down her cheeks she got closer to him and pulled him into a kiss, it took a second to pass before he returned the kiss. As one hand cupped her cheek and the other on her waist. After a couple moments they broke apart. “I love you too.”

“I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know.” She said as he rested his forehead against hers. “This sight has been a darkness has been my burden and you have been my light.”

He kissed her again not wanting this moment to end, to let it continue on.

After a couple of months of courting where they actually learn about each other, and they did little days where he would help her with gardening, or they both sat in the house and read when it was raining. I had been a constant of hand holding, and cuddling when they were alone. Elain talked about her visions as Lucien tried to help her through them. And Lucien talked about when he was the son of not the autumn court but the Day court and how he had a family that actually loved him and a court where he wasn’t a joke.

One day when the sun was warm and not too hot they decided to go on a picnic as they sat together and he was resting against a trunk of a tree when he felt a gentle tug and he lost his balance as his head was now in Elian’s lap and she brushed hair out of his face. As he fed her a couple of grapes, she was also snacking on a piece of jerky when she went to feed him a piece he stopped her wrist from coming closer. “It is tradition that if you serve your mate food you accept the bond, which is silly I know but

I wanted to let you know.”

“I know.”

That made him sit up, as he looked at her and stared at her like this was a dream. He cupped her cheeks with both of his hands with a shaky laugh as they moved to his legs. As she served him the simple piece of food, which was gone in a flash they stared at each other with tears running down both of their faces. As he wiped the tears from her cheeks the bond finally clicked into place for both of them. “You have my name, my court, my family, and if necessary the protection of my body as well.”

As he cupped one of her cheeks in his hand and she went to hold onto his hand when he moved it to run down her lips. As they both smiled and were still crying a little as he leaned over to kiss her. To hold her in his arms and wasn’t going to let go anytime soon.

#acosf #acotar #acomaf #acowar #elain x lucien #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #elain acotar #elain archeron #fanfic #I would sell my soul for this to be true

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l-artemisia-del-secolo · 2 years

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безумие (bezumie) - madness

With Natasha

And possibly it’s r who is affected not Natasha

Work your magic if you want❤️❤️

Don’t push yourself

Thank youuu

Thanks for requst. It's angsty, hope it's ok.

@tellthestarshello808

Masterlist. Survivor!nat

Madness

Natasha Romanoff was happy for exactly 3758 days. She never planned that amount of days. Of course, she wanted more, counted on more, hoped for more. Now, at the end of that decade she was heartbroken and with all the joy being lost through the open wound in her chest.

This day was never supposed to be special. Just routines she loved so much. And all of them involved you. Every second of that day required you. Her breakfast, her shower, her training, her job, her massage, her run, her dinner, her sleep. You were always an integral part of everything. Even her despair now was caused by you.

"It can't be happening." She was whispering to herself. "Это невозможно." "It's impossible"

She let her forehead rest on the cold glass of your medical ward door. It was almost peaceful inside, if only you were not chained to your bed, if you only were not given sedatives by force, if only she could bring you back.

You chest was steadily moving, giving you the oxygen you needed. Your eyes were chasing the relief from the nightmares behind your lids. You were still wearing your comfort clothes, that was vital for your home.

This day was never supposed to be filled with pain. Just the love she enjoyed so much. But her knuckles were bruised from fighting with you. And it was your blood on her shirt, that was keeping the warmth on her.

"We don't know what triggered this." Yelena tried to sound calm and concentrated. Test results didn't clarify anything. "But we'll keep looking, Nat. We'll find a reason."

"Dreykov." She growled . "Found a way to torture me from his grave."

"Maybe it's not him." Yelena carefully suggested.

"She used to be a Widow and he's the only one who had an access to her brain."

Even the words themselves were mocking Natasha. She didn't return to you, when she got free and she couldn't protect you when you were together.

"He's dead. I killed him." Younger sister tried to reach out to Nat, tried to touch her, to comfort.

"I know. But how many of his people survived. One press of a button and..." She shook away Yelena's support. "I should have thought of that."

"It wouldn't have done anything. We don't know what to search for. Is it a chemical, an implant or brainwashing."

"Just.." Natasha couldn't listen to casual list of possible tortures.

"I'm sorry."

"Do you think... You think, she got programmed to..." Those sentences didn't want to come out. Those thoughts didn't want to survive. And yet a tiny but nasty drop of a doubt made them come out of her throat.

"No. Nothing like that. She didn't have that in her prior..." Yelena turned her sister with the hands on Nat's shoulders to finally see her face. "Romanoff?"

"What?" Redhead was defeated.

"Her love is real. It was never programmed and we'll get her back to you, I promise."

Nat weakly nodded and pushed her sister away. She needed to be closer to you. With the creak the door closed behind her. Yelena stayed to make sure, nothing would go wrong.

"How are you, love?" She gently kissed your forehead. And even though she didn't see it, she felt how her sister stood in a fighting stance. "I'm so sorry about what happened today. I wish I knew another way. But we'll cure you. You'll come back home."

As she was talking her tears were falling on a blood stained shirt. Her red from the battlefield and her clothes from the moment of tenderness. You managed to steal both. She heard a groan, when her hand touched your neck. Heartbeat became stronger, rougher.

Nat smiled, but her eyes were full of fear. She didn't know what would wake up, she didn't know who would come back.

You squeezed the sheets, you howled, you moved. Chains started singing with you.

"Hey, I'm here, I'm with you. Мы остановим все это безумие." "We'll stop all this madness." Natasha was whispering so close to you.

You opened your eyes and as soon as they focused on the Redhead confusion was replaced by determination. Your body tensed as you pulled your restrains.

"Natalia Romanova." You announced through your teeth. "Objective: kill."

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That day was never supposed to end like that. Not with that burden, not with that uncertainty. She had to leave you. Only for a few hours. Someone was waiting for her. When she entered, the dog barked.

"Fanny, sit. It's only mom."

Your daughter bumped into her knees demanding attention.

"How are you, babygirl?" She lifted the child to her chest. "I'm sorry, I was gone for so long."

"Where is mommy?"

How was Nat supposed to answer. How was she supposed to know that her 10 years of happiness ended just now. And now only madness was left.

#black widow 2021 #black widow fic #marvel self insert #natasha romanoff image #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #400eventcelebration

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universallychaoticpan · 2 years

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⚠️SPOILERS FOR DARK ERA⚠️Idk if you’re still taking requests, but if you are, could I request a hurt/comfort one of Dazai with a hella protective older sister!Reader? Maybe after their parents died (left?) (evaporated??) she became like a mother to him and tried her best to shield him from Mori and his whims when she could. She was planning to escape with him from the mafia, but after Oda’s death they ran away together to lie low. Could you also include the reader comforting him when he finally breaks down over Oda’s death and Ango’s betrayal? Feel free to ignore ofc! Merry Christmas! 🎁

Always taking requsts, and this one made me so happy to see since it's been a hot sec since I've written for BSD. (Also Dazai my love-) Anyway I hope you enjoy this, and Merry Christmas! <3

(Yes I started this before Christmas but I'm aware by the time it's posted it'll be passed.)

"You don't have to protect me you know. I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself."

You scoffed at your brother, pressing the vodka soaked rag to his skin as he hissed in pain, the small hovel you were hidden in dark save for the city lights outside and a few sputtering candles.

"Yeah right," you replied, gently cleaning the wound on his shoulder before wrapping it tightly. "And I never said you needed me to. All I know is all we have now is each other. And like it or not, I love you too much to loose you, to."

For as long as you could remember, you'd been looking after him. When your parents got involved with the wrong crowd which sent you all into ruin, you were playing mom to your younger brother. When you joined the Mafia years later, you worked your ass off to make sure Mori never even dared to think about hurting your brother. You paid him favors and did things you never wanted to think about, heard countless people scream in agony all for him. All so you wouldn't loose the past person you had in the world. You knew Osamu was capable. You knew he was strong. You'd never babied him or coddled him, not since you were children. But you'd always wanted too much for him. When you lived in the gutter, you'd wanted riches and finery around him. When you learned to kill or be killed, you longed for him to know safety for once in his life; you wanted that for both of you, really, despite knowing you never would. So when it came down to it, you protected him the same way he cared for you. It was a mutual understanding on both parts;

Protect your own and you'll never be alone in this world.

So long as you had each other, you had someone to trust.

When you'd planned to leave the Mafia, he was the first and last person who knew. And when he had agreed, you'd spent many a night scheming and thinking of plans and places to hide. Most times, you'd end simply staring up at the ceiling of your room, daydreaming to each other about all the places you'd see when you were free. When you were out.

Everything had gone to shit when Odasaku had died, though. When Dazai had learned just how Ango had betrayed them both, how much danger you were both really in. And though danger was never something he avoided, and he knew you were far more than capable, he knew there was no life for either of you if you continued with the Mafia.

So you vanished

Together, with you leading the way when you needed to, you slept under bridges and highway overpasses, your sharp clothes becoming tattered and ruined with the weight of your lives. But what worried you the most, as always, was your brother. He stayed awake for hours, simply staring off to nowhere as the clock marked the passing nights. You'd find him sitting on the edges of buildings, the wind tearing around him with it's howl in your ears, as he watched the world below.

He hadn't cried once.

He wandered off most nights, returning to you hours later with the stench of alcohol still heavy on his breath, stumbling into your arms as you kept your tears hidden from him. You were more than afraid for him; but all you could do was try to comfort him as best you could, fight as his side when he needed you to, be the one who kept you both alive. As always, you both watched the back of the other, walking a thin line fine as a knife blade, taking every risk you needed to to preserve whatever twisted life you'd made for yourselves. The Mafia was your past, but you saw no future like this. So you spent countless nights like this one, washing away blood and covering would-be scars on your brother's skin while you both pretended not to see the sorrow in your eyes.

"You don't have to worry so much, you know," he said quietly, stopping your movements with a hand on yours as you looked up at him. "There's only so much you can do to save me from myself."

"Then I will do all that and more, Osamu. You're all I have left and I'm sorry but I can't loose you-"

"And what if I loose you?! What if I can't save you?" He was shouting now, his voice suddenly heavy with fear that startled you more than scared you. Your hand was in between his own, in a grip so tight it felt as though you were a lifeline. "What if you end up like Odasaku? And I can't do anything to stop it?! You've always been there to help me but what happens when you leave? When you get tired of trying to keep me safe from myself!? I'm a danger to you, y/n, and one day you're going to realize it too. I killed Odasuku, I'm killing myself now, and I'm going to get you killed.

I'm not safe for you. Please save yourself."

His word were tearing you apart, every one of them ripping through you the way only a truth can. He expected you to cry. He needed you to get mad. He needed to wound you so deeply you no longer wanted anything to do with him, hit you in the places that would scar you so every time you thought of him you were reminded of what he had done. He wanted you reminded so you would stay away from him, so that you would leave and maybe be safe. So that you could have a life away from the misery he brought upon himself.

Instead you pulled him close, breaking him with your touch as you surprised him.

"Don't you dare," you began, your voice shaking with anger and grief, "ever try to protect me by pushing me away. Don't try to make yourself some kind of martyr, because it won't work with me. It's not fair to either of us."

Pulling back, you held him by his shoulders to look into his eyes. He was crying. For the first time in so long, he was really crying, dark eyes made storms of rolling anguish that peered back into you and didn't look away.

"I'm your sister, Osamu. I know you don't need me to keep you safe, that you don't need me to survive. You can do that on your own, and I know that no matter how painful it gets, that you would be strong enough to hold it all. But I know that I'm one of the few people you have, and maybe the only one still here, that has held you when you were broken. We're broken people, Osamu, it's just who we are. We're strong and wild and fiercer than the world that made us, but we're still cracked and bleeding in places we can't stitch ourselves. So we find people who can. I know you're strong, and I know when it comes down to it, you don't need me at all. But I love you more than you will ever come close to understanding, so I'm going to love you at your strongest; and I'm also going to hold you even tighter when you're falling to pieces."

Bringing him in again, you sat in silence, simply feeling his breath in the darkness as he cried into your shoulder. Like rain watering the driest earth his tears hit your skin, running down your arm as he whispered apologies into the shadows.

To Odasku, for not being able to save him

And to you.

"I'm sorry y/n," he'd said then, so quiet you could've missed it. "I'm sorry, and I don't think I'll ever stop needing you."

With the blood drawn from your splintered heart you made a silent vow, there with the darkness as your only witness;

As long as I breathe, I will stand at your side.

I will love you till my heart gives out, knowing you'll do the same.

I'll be your ally until the stars leave the sky dark, until time stops it's march to mourn all it has taken.

This was the promise you made then, the one you'd made countless time before, the reason you kept going when you wanted to give up.

Because you needed him as much as he did you.

And you'd die before you left him alone in the cruel world that had made you strong, and so broken.

#dazai x reader #platonic dazai x reader #osamu dazai x readee #dazai osamu x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd hurt comfort

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ducky-died-inside · 2 years

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i got another idea camilo x reader , carlos x reader , antonio x reader . I have a headcannon that antonio woud look up to sister ! reader a lot because she reads him stories and makes him hot chocalate when he has nightmares or when hes sad so when he sees her cry he gets all teary eyed cause she is his favorite . Anyway my requst is antonio walks in on reader crying and she dosent hear the door opening and he gets all teary eyed and stuff and when he comes down he gets asked by pepa and he says " mi hermana is crying " and camilo ans carlos go into protective and then hear antonio say something .and going back to my hotchoclate headcannon hes like " camilo , get the hotchocolate , carlos get the milk ,mirabel get the comfiest blanket , dolores get my favorite book , we have some cheering up to do " and once they get all that stuff they open the door and hear her mumbling something while looking at herself through the mirror ( you can decide what she mumbles ) and their heartbreaks ( cause they all favorite her in this ) and they all come up too her and group hug her and then they ask her why shes crying and she tells them why ( you can decide) then they have the comfy blanket around them and shes drinking the hotchocolate while antonio reads the story to her ( he knows it by heart ) and then either the rest of the family walks in and sees them all cudling together or it can get cut off with them saying something to her have a good day / night ( i just needed some antonio x sister reader fluff , also can i be added to the taglist if thats okay ) ( all platonic as usual ) !

Of course! NGL, I almost started crying when I read this! It's just too cute

Hugs and Hot Coco: Camilo x Fem reader (platonic), Carlos x Fem reader (platonic), Antonio x Fem reader (platonic)

Summary: Antonio sees you crying and gathers everyone together to comfort you.....

Genre: Fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Notes:

Warnings: Sad reader, self depreciation

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You rushed over to the box in the tree. You opened it, not expecting anything from your novio, but you were hopeful. Usually he would put a note or a little gift in there each day to remind you of how much he loved you. Recently, there wasn't anything in there when you looked, but today, there was. In the box there was a note with your name on it.

You clutched the note to your heart and ran back home. Finally! I got a note from Rodrigo! I haven't seen him in a while....

You rushed into the Casita, passing the kitchen. Your brothers were in there, eating arepas.

"Ay, Y/N! What had you so happy?"

"I finally got another note from Rodrigo! It's been so long since he put one in the box!"

You finished walking up the stairs to your room, and you went in, closing the door behind you. You sat on your bed and opened the letter.

Dear Y/N,

I know it’s been a while since I wrote you, and there's a reason for that. It's not a very good reason or a fair reason, but there's a reason. You see, I found someone else. I didn't mean to, but with you having all of your chores, and she started coming around the store more and.... I'm sorry. I hope you find someone better.

Sincerely,

Rodrigo

You slowly folded the letter back up after reading through it multiple times. You were so shocked that you didn't notice the open and closing of your door. Antonio was coming to visit you because he hadn't seen you yet and was surprised to see you crying.

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He walked down the stairs to the dining room to see his Mami. He had gotten a little teary eyed after seeing you. You were always so happy, so to see you cry made him cry.

"Oh Tonito, what's wrong?"

He rubbed his eyes as he talked, trying to get the tears off of his face.

"Y/N was crying in her room, and I don't know why."

Camilo and Carlos overheard and slid into the dining room, Isabela, Dolores, Mirabel, and Luisa on their heels.

"She was crying? She just got home and was so happy!"

Antonio looked down at the floor.

"We should try and comfort her. She always does that for everyone else." Antonio mustered up the most commanding voice any of them had heard from a five year old and started giving orders. "Camilo, you can start the hot chocolate, Carlos can get the milk, Luisa and Mirabel can get the most comfy blankets, Isabela can get the happiest and brightest flowers, Dolores can help me get my favorite book!"

They all shrugged and went to work on every thing litte Antonio just asked. Pepa smiled at the kids. They would be just fine without her, so she went to go find Félix.

Once they had gathered all of the stuff, they went to your room. They opened the door slowly to see you in front of your mirror, talking to your reflection. There were tears coming down your face as you talked.

"Am I right for anyone? Would anyone care if I disappeared? Rodrigo sure wouldn't."

As they heard you talking, they felt their hearts hurt. What had happened to their favorite, smiling person? What made you think like this? Who made you cry?

They pushed the door more open and this time it made enough noise for you to notice. You turned and looked at the door to see all of your siblings and cousins. When you saw them, you just broke down more.

They all came the rest of the way into the room and went to comfort you. Luisa picked you up and put you on the bed, everyone else following her to sit on the bed with you. They put the blankets on you and Camilo handed you the hot chocolate mixed with milk. Antonio sat right next to you and cuddled with you.

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They waited for you to stop crying before they started to ask what happened.

"What happened today?"

Camilo's voice was gentle as he prompted you to talk. Your voice was quiet and sad as you responded.

"Rodrigo broke up with me today. That was the note that he gave me today."

Your voice drifted off at the end, but everyone still heard you. Everyone was silent until Antonio spoke up.

"Would me reading my book to you help you feel better?"

You nodded and smiled at your hermanito.

"That would be great, Tonito."

Antonio grabbed his book from Dolores and started to read it aloud to you.

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Pepa knocked on your door and opened it to see everyone asleep with you on your bed. She smiled and a rainbow appeared over her head while she waved everyone else over to see. Félix smiled warmly at the sight, Julieta gasped and placed her hand over her heart. She looked to Augustin who was looking at his daughters with pride. Abuela just smiled as Bruno pulled out two vision tablets. One had you crying on your bed and the other showed the scene that he saw in your room.

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This one is done! I hope you all like it!

Taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu , @hiroyuki27 , @alexaizawa , @camilolovesroxiie , @katethecraziest , @merymikey , @kailoveswom3n

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kaylathekittykat225 · 3 years

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Carnival Ride of Horror // Steve Harrington x Reader

Carnival of Horror // SH

Warning/s: Cursing, laughing at inappropriate times, (very minimal) mentions/implications of abuse/stalking (just wanna warn, its super small but just in case!)

Word Count: 3.5k

Hey guys! It’s been a bit since I’ve written, lemme tell you, life has been kinda crappy and its just a little less crappy now! So I decided to start pecking at the keyboard again and this is what came of it! This lovely person requsted this work and I just got around to starting to really write because I had a free week. Anywhoodles, it’s good to write something again and I hope yall enjoy it!

Again thank you for this idea @seraphiiii

omg i came across your post about writing ideas in my feed and got so excited to see both steve harrington and young justice in the tags lmao. but i think a steve harrington x reader where reader and him go to an amusement park and reader is terrified of the rides so he’s like comforting her throughout them and encouraging her but also laughing (in a good natured way obvi) about how scared she is and stuff? i think that would be so cute!!

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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“Stevie, when we agreed to have a date night away from the kids, I didn't think we would be going into a mass of more kids.” As he pulled the keys out, you stared at the bright light shining machinery that had been set in the middle of a field outside the city. The annual summer fair had finally made its way to Hawkins, and it had left a buzz in the air as everyone planned when they would go, talked about what rides had come this year, who their ride buddy would be; it had been all the kids had been talking about for weeks. They put a day together the coming weekend to go as a group and they planned to drag Steve and you along on the off chance that they needed an “adult” to allow them on the rides.

Funny how they assumed either Steve or you knew how to adult.

“Cause I thought it would be a nice change from us just watching movies or having dinner.”

“Oh, so dino nuggets are no longer date-worthy for you.” Steve almost took you seriously, but he saw the grin that has graced your lips at your own comment. He relaxed a little knowing that you weren’t upset with his idea for date night, but he had always wanted to kiss someone at the top of a Ferris Wheel, and he would do anything to get you to the top of the rotating ride.

“So, you’re not mad that I chose here for tonight?” You shook your head and pulled at the door handle separating the two of you from the outside life.

“Of course not Stevie, I just thought it was an interesting choice.” The smile you chose to have was one that hopefully convinced him that you were okay with where the pair of you were going, even if you weren’t happy with the choice.

You can be happy with the idea of going to a carnival as long as you don’t go on-”Cool, so what ride do you want to do first?”

“Shit.” The world slipped out before you could stop yourself as Steve finished paying for your tickets and asked what you had said. “Nothing just kicked myself. Um…” You looked around frantically for something to do that wasn’t flashing brightly and spinning faster than the legal highway speed. “Let’s go over there!”

Steve followed your hand as he saw you point towards the stands of games that were rigged and way too fricking expensive, but he would do it for you. “Alright, starting out with some games I see, I like it.”

The two of you ran through a few of the games, most of them where Steve got way too into it and you had to step between them as he tried screaming that he deserved that stuffed bear/pony/cat/fish, because he almost had it every single time. He did beat out the basketball one, one of the last ones the two of you did on that strip, bolstering his confidence just enough to get him into a cheery enough mood.

“Alright! We played some games, and let the crazies test out the rides so I’m pretty sure they won’t break down on us. Which one should we do first? They got a drop tower, or how about the pit viper swings? Or, or, or how about we…” The night had been going enjoyable up until Steve turned to the rides you had managed to distract him from and pointed at the glowing and fast-moving monsters.

“How about we do the haunted walk over there?” Steve followed your pointing finger with a quizzical look, he hadn’t really taken note of the scary attraction before, never thought to really look to it with everything else going on. “I bet it won’t even be scary to us after everything we’ve been through right ha.”

You took off with a dry laugh without waiting for a response from him; his cries were head behind you, but the haunted house looked better than anything else around you. “Y/N.” He called you again, but you walked faster. By the time you got to the stairs leading into the building, you were practically running up them to get into the dark house with smoke billowing out of it.

“Y/N!” Your name was the last thing you heard before diving through the door and physically bumping into one of the scarers dressed as a zombie. He seemed nice, breaking character enough to ask if you were okay before you had already turned the corner and left him behind too.

Twisting and turning, you didn’t pay much mind to the screaming witches, zombies, skeletons, or anything that happened all around you; over the music and screaming, you could vaguely hear your name, giving you an indication that Steve followed you.

Not too far in, you found a quieter corner with only a couple cobwebs around it where you quickly ducked back into and tried pressing yourself into it deeper, hoping to watch Steve walk right by you.

Why the hell were you running from your boyfriend? You gained a sense of logic for a second where you paused. Why were you running? This was super childish of you and really had no reason. All Steve wanted to do was go on a few rides and you were being selfish and completely ruining what was going to be one of the few evenings you didn’t have to babysit the kids.

As the guilt started to swirl with your desire to not be found, you didn’t notice as the Frankenstein in the room had taken notice of you hiding in the corner and started to tromp over to you. “Hey, miss, you can’t be hiding in here, you gotta keep moving.”

“I’ll be out in a second, sir, let me just-” “You can’t be here-” “If you give me a second, I will leave as soon as I can-” “Miss you have to leave-” “Give me one dan minute-” “Y/N!”

Among all the screaming the Frankenstein and you had been doing was your name being called by a third and new voice along with a hand clasping onto your shoulder. Looking to the hand, you saw the unmistakable outline of the man you were hiding from. “There you are babe, why were you running off.” Just looking at the Frankenstein’s demeanor, you could tell he went into defense mode suddenly.

“Were you hiding from him miss? Are you okay? Do you feel safe?” The painted man moved to step between you and Steve in an attempt to separate you two.

“Whoa, whoa buddy, back off. She’s my girlfriend, chill out.” Steve tried stepping around the man o little success.

“Oh, your girlfriend? And she’s running from you? I don’t think this is looking very good for you, buddy.” The two were shooting back and forth at each other, getting chest to chest, and starting to cause a larger disturbance that started o be heard over the music and background scream noises. More workers it looked like started to slip into the room and try to get the two men to quiet down, going so far as to begin threats of throwing them out of the haunted house.

You were pulled away from the situation before being pushed away and into the next room, looking like it was on its way to the exit in the next two or three rooms: your destination.

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“Y/N?” His voice finally chirped up next to you as Steve took a seat next to you on the grass at the edge of the carnival. “You okay?” When he saw you sitting over here, he had quickly jogged over and took her in as he did so: sitting with her face pressed into her knees and arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she kept herself in as tight of a ball as possible.

You didn’t respond at first, only moving your head to look up at your boyfriend, the person you have embarrassed tonight and most definitely pissed off with your childish antics tonight. “I’m sorry.”

“Whoa what do you have to apologize for? I’ve been worried about you and wanted to make sure that you are okay.” His hand found its way to your back and began rubbing circles into your shoulder blade.

“I was really childish today and you didn’t deserve it, all because I was scared of the stupid rides.” Your words may have been mumbles, but he heard every word clearly.

“Hold on. Babe, did you say you were scared of the rides?” Your small and timid nod was enough for him to understand. “Why didn’t you tell me? I never would have brought you here if I knew that!”

Swallowing the thick feeling in your throat, you looked up at him and saw the disappointment and hurt in his face and that hurt. “Because you were so excited about it, I thought I could get through it and do at least one or two with you. But as we got closer, I guess my nerves got the best of me and I just...ran. Like a stupid child.”

“Hey, hey, hey, no.” Steve quickly shuffled to kneel in front of you and grabbed your hands, holding them in his own and your legs fell down to where you were now criss cross apple sauce. “I’m not gonna force you to do any of these rides if you don’t wanna. If you want to just go home, we can make this a movie night if that works better for you.”

“No, Stevie,” His mouth quirked up at this name. “You already bought the tickets; I don’t want you to waste the money you earned because I’m a scaredy cat.”

Steve took a second to think, racking his brain on how to salvage what has been an eventful evening. “How about…” He paused again and just stared at you with you staring back at him, waiting to hear what he wanted to say. “You can say no, how about we try a few rides, to try and get you on some. If you don’t like riding after one, we can go home, and you can at least say you did it.”

Mulling this idea over in your head, your eyes shifted from where your boyfriend sat in front of you to the bright and joyous scream filled rides were. “I suppose they don’t all look so bad.” You murmured to him, staring particularly at the giant Ferris Wheel that turned, a small memory from early on in your relationship popping into your head. Steve had mentioned a few times that his dream date would be to take a girl up on a Ferris Wheel and cuddle her and kiss her when they got to the top.

“Okay, we can try a few.” Though shaky, your voice was a little stronger this time and you gave Steve a small smile.

“You sure?” A nod. “Okay, I’ll let you choose which one we go on, okay?” Another nod.

Together, the two of you stood to your feet and approached the hustle and bustle of the carnival grounds again. “What did that Frankenstein do to you? I hope he didn’t get you in trouble or anything.” You asked as you laced your hand with Steve while the other went to hold onto his arm, squeezing it slightly as you got closer to the machines and your stomach growing heavy again.

“Oh him, he didn’t do much, just tried scaring me when he though I was some creep chasing you.” He chuckled at the short story, glancing over to you as you took in the carnival for really the first time, looking for something that didn’t freak you out. “How about we start with those spinning pods over there? All they do is spin around and if you want it to, we can make it spin on the inside too.”

Following his finger, you saw what he was referring to as it did spin around, the four small egg things with windows in them were spinning on the main machinery but also appeared to be spinning on their own. As you got closer and apparently joined the line, you could see inside one of them a group of middle school boys cackling as they pulled on the weird center disk that kinda looked like a pizza pan. “Yeah, we can give it a try.” The shakiness in your voice had come back and your grip on Steve tightened.

“Hey, you got this I’ll be right here with ya.” He returned the squeeze to your hand and fishes through his pocket for two tickets to hand over at the entrance. “Up ya go.” He mutters as he helps you up the three stairs leading into the egg ride thing you were entering before he stepped in behind you and took his place next to you. You were already holding a death grip on the center console when the door was shut, and Steve sat next to you. “You know what this is?” He asked gesturing to the disk you were holding onto with the vice grip.

“Something for me to hold onto?” You shocked yourself with how violently your voice was shaking as you heard something start to rumble around you. “Oh, shit its moving.” Steve let a quick chuckle out before he stopped himself and tried explaining the center console would cause the pod thing to spin. “Fuck no! Don’t you dare make this thing spin.” Bloody murder was not even near definitive enough of how much you were screaming.

“Babe, babe calm down, it’s fine! I promise, ha!” In comparison to your screaming, Steve seemed to be having the time of his life as he laughed; at least he wasn’t making the ride spin. “Babe, babe, babe, I’m so sorry I’m laughing, I promise I didn’t mean to, but you were screaming so much! And it was hilarious!” Steve held onto his sides as he nearly fell out of the pod and waited for you to follow his laughing self. When you didn’t step out, he turned back around and saw you still had your hands clenched very tightly to the metal plate, your eyes wide and your lips pursed together. “Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about the rides, do you wanna go home?”

Hearing him soften up got you to finally look at him and slowly let go of the wheel. “N-n-no. I’m…” You paused to catch your breath and steady your voice. “I’m good, I just don’t know if I can do any more of these kinds of things.” Taking his hand, you pulled yourself up and stepped out from the ride and have yourself a few seconds to remember how to use your legs.

“You okay?” You nodded at him and gave a shaky, but okay smile. “You sure you wanna do another one? Cause we can go-”

“No, no, I can do…” The carnival really did have more rides than just ones that wanted to make you die, but none that really made you want to jump on them. “Can we do the carousel? I know I can do that one at least, my mom took me on them enough as a kid to be desensitized to those ones.” Steve looked over and saw the carousel that was filled predominately by smaller children, but if you wanted to do this and it was because he bought the tickets, he couldn’t make her do something else.

“If that’s what you wanna do, then we can do the carousel all night long, babe.” You nodded at him and followed him as he took your hand and the two began the walk to the carousel.

The carousel ride was much less curse filled, thankfully. You and Steve had found a pair of horses sitting side by side and the two of you quickly claimed them. Like you had said, you did get to enjoy this ride due to having done it before and you were able to just chat between the two of you, talking about how the kids were cute, how excited you were to take the kids to the park and not have to rides. It was a fine ride, definitely better than the last one.

“You ready to go home, babe?” Steve turned to you with a smile on his face. Getting you to ride two of the rides was honestly enough for him, plus, he knew Dustin would ride all of them with him later, with you waiting at the end for him.

You were about to agree and leave this eventful evening behind you, but you saw what Steve was standing near and bit your lip. Should you do it? Could you do it? “Actually, I wanna do one more.” He gave a quick quirk of his head before he followed your eyeline and turned around.

“What? Babe, we don’t have to do that, you have been through enough today and you were great, you don’t have to prove anything.”

“But...you have been wanting to do it, you told me about it one time.” You responded a little shyly as you confessed that you were doing it back of what he told you that one time. “I just...I really want you to be able to do it.”

“You...you remembered?” Steve was kind of shocked that you remembered him mentioning it, he had told that to girls in the past, but none of them really went out of their way to think about it, hell, even to remember it. “Are you su-”

“Steve, yes, I wanna do it with you.” The grin on his face was immaculate and contagious as one grew on your face as he quickly took this well and pulled you towards the line to the Ferris Wheel and dug around in his pockets for another round of tickets.

As it went around, you felt your stomach grow heavy again when you finally saw how high it got and had to calm yourself down without causing another scene. “Come on, babe, looks like ours is up.” He gently tugged on your hand and pulled you into the seat next to him before the handlebar was lowered and locked in front of you. “And here we go!”

The squeak that left your mouth was nothing but surprise and terror as you clung onto the bar for your life, your knuckles turning white with the sheer force you were holding on. “It’s really stupid you know that the only thing holding us back from falling to our death is this small bar and it’s really stupid because was if I was reall-holy shit this is really tall!” You finally removed your hands from the bar and moved to press yourself in Steve.

You could feel him trying to stop himself from giggling as he moved his arm to wrap it around you. “You can laugh you know; I really don’t care. I’m the coward of an almost twenty-year-old who’s scared of a carnival.” A chuckle did come through as the ride kept rotating and you slowly moved closer to the bottom.

“I’m not laughing at you, babe, but the noises you are making are fricking hilarious.” His voice still held the chuckle as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and you responded with another squeak of shock as you started rising again.

Making it to the top again, you were waiting for it to hit its peak and for the relief of lowering the cart to begin, but instead there was a shudder before the ride stopped. “What’s going on, what’s going on, why are we stopped? Oh god we are about to die, fuck, shit, I don’t wanna die.”

“Babe, calm down, someone below us is getting off so they had to stop the ride for a bit. Remember when we had to get on? Same thing probably happened to someone else.” You nodded your head and just stared ahead to the tops of the trees you never thought you would have seen.

“It’s...it’s not too bad up here.” You finally mutter after a few beats of silence and getting your bearings. “I wouldn’t want to stay up here, but it does look nice.” Steve hummed in agreement and pulled you a little closer. “Hey Stevie?”

“Hmm?” He responded looking down at you.

“Thanks, tonight was fun.”

His face broke out into a grin again at your thanks. “Of course, thanks for giving a few of these rides a chance.” Smiling up at him, you sat a little straighter and caught his lips with your own, the two of you humming to the other that you were happy with your evening.

Though it was not as long as Steve would have wanted to stay in that moment with you (the ride started again and you broke away with another shriek), but he wouldn’t have traded that moment for anything else in his life.

#steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve #stranger things season 2 #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 3 #stranger things #joe keery

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dearest-painter · 2 years

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So i know your probably fed up of my requsts but what if the reader was dating bela , cassandra , and daniela . And camilo got jealous and tried to keep the reader away from them ( the pictures are in the same order as written ) bela(the blonde) is the oldest , cassandra (the raven haired)the middle , and daniela ( the redhead)the youngest .

(This is the birth order) in this one the reader is not a dimitrescu ( cause that would texcnically be considered incest ) but anyways the scenirio is that q ilo trysto kep reader away but they see reader and go up to her on their fly form and then transform back when they get too her . and then cassdandra grabs readers chin and pulls her forward and possesivly kisses her , bela and daniela do the same thing but less possesive . And the reader says something like " bela , cass , dani were in public " And they send a smirk his way ( reader dosent catch it ). bela and daniela takes reader away . cassandra leans in forward towards him " she will never choose you , it will always be us " or something . And then she goes in her fly form to catch up with her sisters and their shared lover . You can decide what happends next ( also i will be sending a angst requst ) do this when your not doing anything or board ( cause i feel like i sent in too many requsts) also NO incest is shared between bela , cassandra, and daniela .

DANG WOMEN/MAN/PERSON! But no I’m not fed up I’m actually happy with request! And yeah it’s a poly relationship but the sisters are sharing Y/N and not dating each other understandable. And nah IMMA ANSWER EVERYTHING BECAUSE IF I DONT I HAVE LIKE A HUGE LIKE ‘SHI- THEY SENT THIS IN AND I FORGOT TO ANSWER TIME TO RUSH!’ Also I like that you are giving me which is which sister because I can’t tell them apart sadly. So thanks!

SHE IS OURS

Tw:Trying to Kidnap reader,Threatening

You’ve been dating the sisters for quite some time. you were also friends with Camilo. “So hmm Y/N” turning your head to him to answer his question. “Yeah bro?” “Are you single?” “Lol,nah,I’m taken by three beautiful girls!” “And there all okay with that” “I mean yeah,their sisters who are sharing me” Camilo nodded his head then went back to skipping on the river,he was MAD! His crush is taken by some unworthy people!

It’s been a week since then and Camilo was walking around town and saw you but you weren’t alone. You had three girls…oh so those are your girlfriends,they don’t look like much trouble to be honest they look so pale. “Bye honey!” “Bye sweetheart!” “Ciao love” He heard them making you giggle,he should do that only!! Once they weren’t close enough to be heard or seen he went up to you. “Hola N/N! Was wondering if you wanted to eat with me and my family for dinner?” “Sure Camilo! I would love to! Your like a brother to me” that made his heart burn but not to worry because soon,you’ll be his!

Camilo spilled some water on your shirt. “I’m so sorry,here let’s get you a shirt from my room. “You sure?” “Totally!” “Okay” so you followed him and he had a restroom in his room. While you were changing in there he locked the door from the outside and he had the key. Maybe that should teach you a thing or two.

You were sitting by the window trying to get something or someone attention but to no avail! Until you heard knocking you jumped back. It was Cassandra. She opened the window then brought you out bridal style. Cassandra held you chin and gave you a possessive kiss then Bela and Daniella did the same but with less possessiveness in it. Hiding your face in one of your girlfriends chest you mumble. “Cassan,Bela,Dani we’re in public” Bela and Daniella left with you while Cassandra grabbed Camilo shirt to bring him close. “She’s ours!”

#yandere #encanto #obession #please don’t do this #unhealthy #female reader #l3sbian #polyamourous #yandere encanto #yandere resident evil #romantic yandere

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riffheartsgraziella · 2 years

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You are an amazing writer! Could you write a story about prompt number 24, can I see your phone, for Riff and Grazi? Do you think the Jets are protective over Grazi and do you think Grazi looks after the Jets when Riff can’t?

Thank you so much! That really means so much!

I'm going to answer your questions first, and then post the scene you requsted underneath the break!

Yes, I definitely think the other Jets are protective over Grazi, as well as all their girls. They make sure to look out not just for their own girlfriends, but for the other Jets' girlfriends, too.

To answer your other question, yes, Grazi definitely looks after the Jets. She and the other girls are always patching them up after they get into fights, and generally looking out for their well-being (even when the boys don't listen to them).

Also, just a note, given the nature of the prompt, this scene is obviously a Modern AU.

“Ugh, damnit!” Graziella groaned, tossing her phone across the couch where she was currently lounging. She’d been in the middle of reading a review for a restaurant that she was considering booking for her birthday dinner when her phone had suddenly died. Turning her head, she caught sight of Riff standing in the tiny kitchen of their apartment, looking intently at his own phone. “Baby! My phone died. Can I borrow yours for a second?”

Riff just kept scrolling obliviously as if he hadn’t even heard her. Rolling her eyes, Graziella rose from the couch and started moving in his direction. “Riff!” she called out, waving her hand.

Startled, Riff looked up, nearly dropping his phone in the process. “Yeah?” he asked, blinking at her.

“Can I see your phone for a second?” Graziella repeated, holding out her hand expectantly. They used each other’s phones all the time, so she didn’t expect it to be a problem.

This time, however, Riff’s eyes widened slightly and he fumbled with his phone, evidently scrambling to close certain tabs in a hurry. “Oh, uh…sure…just give me a second…”

Raising her eyebrows, Grazi crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the phone suspiciously. She knew Riff would never cheat on her, but what could he be trying to hide like that?

“What’s on your phone, Riff?” she asked, shooting him a pointed look when he lifted his head to meet her eyes.

“Nothing! I just—”

“If it’s nothing, then why are you acting so shady?” she demanded, grabbing the phone out of his hand and looking down at it.

“Grazi! Give it back!” Riff exclaimed, trying to snatch it back.

“Riff, what are you—oh!” Grazi stopped short, finding the window he’d been trying so frantically to close. “Oh, Riff!” There on his phone screen was the pair of turquoise teardrop earrings that she’d been wanting for months. They were so expensive though that she hadn’t pulled the trigger to actually buy them. She hadn’t even realized Riff knew how much she wanted them.

“So nosy, you just had to go and ruin your birthday surprise,” Riff teased with a grin, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He loved doing special things for her, but he hated being caught in the act.

“Oh, baby, thank you!” Graziella cried, putting Riff’s phone down on the kitchen counter and launching herself into his arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she repeated, peppering his face with kisses.

“Happy early birthday, girly girl,” Riff grinned, kissing her back.

#riff x graziella #riff west side story #graziella west side story #west side story #west side story 2021 #wss headcanons #wss ask #writing prompt

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shoutaaizawas · 4 years

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For the au prompt event can I requst a fantasy!au Shinsou with the prompt "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?" please!

thank you for the request!! 💖

↳ shinsou hitoshi x reader → remember

event: au prompt event summary: shinsou hitoshi was an assassin sent to kill you but he didn’t and your trying to figure out why. word count: 2,479 tags/warnings: fantasy!au, light angst, happy ending a/n: this was a fun idea and it was kind of hard to fit it in to a one-shot

Was Shinsou an assassin sent to kill you? Yes. Were you sort of friends at the moment? Maybe. Friends was probably too strong of word to use for him but he wasn’t trying to kill you at the moment so that was good.

You were a princess, next in line to rule. You had been traveling to another kingdom to meet your betrothed when you were attacked. It had happened so quickly. The strange purple-haired man had a blade to your neck but he hesitated. You weren’t quite sure why he stopped but you weren’t complaining.

Somehow this all lead to you traveling home with this assassin. With his change of heart, he decided to escort you back to your kingdom. Unfortunately, you were a very long way from home so this would be a long journey.

Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. You weren’t looking forward to seeing your home. The pressures of being royalty were simply not for you. You would prefer to live a peaceful and simple life. But you were stuck in a world where you would be a leader and not only that but you’d be wed to a man you didn’t even know. All of it was terrible.

At first, your travels were stale with this assassin. He barely talked to you and would hardly look at you. This left you with the sound of your footsteps and whatever sounds the forest made.

Sometimes you would take in his features, his pale skin and the scars that marred it.

“So, been an assassin for a long time?” You asked trying to break the silence. You were tired of being stuck in your thoughts of what awaited you at home.

“None of your business.” He said simply.

“Just trying to make small talk.” You huffed.

“I don’t do small talk.” He replied.

“No small talk, just murder.” You retorted.

“I didn’t murder you.” He said shooting you a glare.

Okay, so small talk wasn’t going to work. You ended up counting the trees to keep yourself busy but there were too many trees so you gave up on that.

“I spy, something green.” You said after another hour of silence.

“I’m not playing a child’s game.” He said.

“Oh come on all this walking is so boring.” You said.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have a pretty carriage for you or a white pony, princess.” He said.

“It’s not the walking it’s just the silence.” You said. "I used to have a white pony, her name was Snowflake. She was such a good girl." You reminisced about your childhood horse.

Shinsou just looked at you with an odd stare.

“It was that tree, by the way.” You said answering the game you had tried to start earlier.

There was a lot of walking through forests, it all started to blend in together. Some days you sang until he told you to shut up. Others you attempted asking him questions to be shot down. Sometimes you would just start telling a story since that required no response. He would eventually get annoyed with that.

One night you sat around the campfire he created, keeping yourself warm in the harsh cold. Watching the flames dance you imagined a life where you could live in a small cabin far from others, tend to your own crops and animals, and simply enjoy life. Maybe even share it with someone else.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” You asked breaking the silence.

“It’s none of your business.” He replied not sparing a glance.

“It feels like it’s a little bit of my business. You know if you hadn’t spared me I’d be a dead body floating down a river right now.” You said.

“That’s not how you dispose of a body.” He scoffed.

“I’m not sure that’s what I wanted to hear but I’ll take it since it’s the first thing you’ve said that’s not ‘it’s none of your business’ or ‘shut up’.” You said.

Slowly but surely he slowly opened up. Maybe opening up wasn't the most accurate phrase for it but he would let you sing a song as you walked. Sometimes he would answer one of your dumb questions.

One day you were walking along the dirt path leading you to the next town when you started talking about your kingdom. You hadn’t been thinking much about what you were saying but you got on the topic of your role as princess.

“You know, I don’t even want to be queen.” You rambled on. “I don’t want to marry some random guy I’ve never met, I don’t want the responsibility of leading people. Sometimes I just want to run off and never look back.” You sighed.

“What?” You were shocked at the sudden interest that Shinsou showed.

“Hmm?” You hadn’t expected that he was listening. “I was just saying I don’t want to be queen.”

“But you have to.” He said seriously. You hadn’t expected that either.

“I mean who’s gonna stop me if I don’t go back?” You shrugged. “What’s the difference between that and me being dead?”

Shinsou was silent but despite the fact, he was hard to read, you could tell he was deep in thought.

It was yet another day traveling home, you were close maybe a few days out now. You felt nauseous. You didn’t want to go home to a life you hated. You wanted choices, you wanted freedom.

You weren’t expecting the sudden attack. You were tackled to the ground and fear seized you as you looked at your attacker. He wasn’t on you for long, Shinsou ripping him off you. You watched helplessly as he fought off the attacker along with three others that had been apart of the group.

You hated that you couldn’t help, you hated being so helpless. You let out a gasp of horror as a blade sliced against Shinsou’s side. Even with the wound, he fought them off with a lot less trouble than you expected someone to fight four people by themself.

“You’re hurt.” You said going to his side.

“I’m fine, let’s get out of here.” He said, waving away your concern before grabbing you by the shoulder as he gripped at his side.

After insisting he finally gave in and stopped at a local tavern that doubled as an inn. You wanted to help bandage him up and let him get rest. Once you were in the room you sat him down, you reached for the pack you had with first aid. Worry filled you at the sight of the blood that had soaked through his clothes.

“You don’t have to, I can do it myself.” He said.

“You got hurt defending me, I’m not going to sit here.” You huffed. “I already didn’t help in the first place.”

The last thing you were expecting was for him you grab your chin tilting your gaze from his wound to his eyes.

“I’ll always protect you.” He said in a soft tone that had your heart skipping a beat.

Not a moment after Shinsou’s eyes fluttered shut and he fell back onto the bed unconscious. Okay, maybe that was the last thing you expected in retrospect.

You panicked for a moment before you reached for his side pulling aside cloth to look at his wound. It didn’t look right, it was foaming. It hit you, you had read it in a book once, the blade had poison on it.

You recalled a night a few weeks ago where you had been poking through his bag, he had vials of poison himself as well as antidotes. Thanking yourself for your curiosity you dug into his bag looking for the vile.

Shinsou was now shaking and convulsing on the bed and fear gripped you even stronger now. You couldn't lose him.

Pressing it to his lips you tilted his head so he could drink the antidote. Once it was all gone you pulled him onto the bed fully before starting to tend to his wound.

The antidote was working, his body stilled and his breathing evened out. His body was burning up but you assumed that that was part of the poison leaving his body. You hoped that you had done everything right.

After you cleaned and dressed the wound you pulled off the outer layers of his clothing so he would be more comfortable. He was sweating, touching his forehead you could feel he had a fever. You went down to the tavern to retrieve water.

You sat at his bedside, dabbing his forehead with water and doing whatever you could to help him be more comfortable. Watching his unconscious form you appreciated how handsome he was even looking sickly as he did right now. You had stared at him before but he would usually catch you and it almost felt like he didn’t sleep considering you only ever saw him awake and on guard when you set up camp. But now you could take in his peaceful features.

His long purple hair that rested against his shoulders, his sharp cheekbones, and the darkness under his eyes that was oddly attractive.

It was a hard thing to admit to yourself but you had slowly grown close to this man along your travels. It may have taken a while to get him to talk but once you did you weren’t expecting his dry sense of humor or the soft tone he took with you when you did something that could get you hurt.

Shinsou stirred in his sleep, tossing and turning. You cleaned the cloth off in the cool water and dabbed it on his forehead.

“Princess.” He mumbled out and you quirked an eyebrow.

“Shinsou, how are you feeling?” You asked leaning foreword to hear his quiet words.

“Princess, I can’t go I have to clean out the stables.” He said. Your eyebrows furrowed. What was he talking about?

“What are you talking about?” You questioned.

“I’m sorry princess, next time.” He said softly.

Suddenly you were pulled into a memory. You were young, maybe around ten years old. The boy in the stables with the purple hair and the soft eyes that matched. Oh, how you loved how gentle he was with horses, how he talked to you in that soft voice of his. He was so kind-hearted.

You spent so much time with him, talking to him, telling him stories, singing. You always wanted him to go with you to the forest and explore and run around. But he always had to work, even when you asked your father to let him have the day he refused and said you shouldn’t be hanging out with such a lowly servant. It didn’t stop you, you spent every day there with him for years.

Oh, how you fell in love with the sweet boy, Hitoshi. As you got older you both planned to run away far away from it all and get married. You could live a life free from your family and the things that kept you apart.

But one day he was gone, you went to your father only to find out that he had him sent away. You cried and cried for weeks, heartbroken at the loss. You looked for him but there was no trace of him anywhere. You missed him so dearly.

How had you not realized sooner? How did it take this to make you realize your lost love was in front of your eyes the whole time.

“Hitoshi?” You said, tears welling in your eyes.

This pulled him from his feverish dream. His eyes snapped opened and focused on you.

“You remember?” He asked cautiously.

“I don’t know how I could forget you, ‘Toshi.” Your tears broke and rolled down your cheeks. You moved forward, perching on the side of the bed so you could pull him into your arms as carefully as possible.

You tucked your face into his shoulder and his arms pulled you in.

“It’s okay princess, I’m here now.” He said, stroking your back.

After a few moments of resting in his arms, you pulled back looking into his purple gaze.

“Let’s run away together, I don’t want to return. Let’s run away from it all like we talked about when we were kids.” You said.

“We’re not kids anymore, we’re adults and we have responsibilities now.” He replied in a stern tone.

“Oh yeah, like murdering people?” You bit back, pulling away from him.

How could he say that after finding each other after all this time? You could finally be together.

“You don’t know what I’ve been through!”

“How am I supposed to know you just disappeared!” You shouted back. “You were gone and I was so alone, I couldn’t find you no matter where I looked!”

“Your father sent me away, he sent me to an assassin’s guild. They trained me to be some kind of monster. I realized what real life was like, not like the little fantasies we dreamed of. How am I supposed to be worthy of someone like you with all the blood on my hands? How could you ever love me?”

You stared at him in disbelief. How could he think that?

“You’ll always be that boy in the stables that I loved nothing could change that.” You said softly. It didn’t matter what he had done you could work past it. “You don’t have to kill people anymore, we can both leave our lives behind and start fresh.”

Shinsou started deep into your eyes, his own eyes filling up with tears.

“That sounds nice.” He said.

Shinsou leaned up, minding his wounds, pulling you in before pressing a kiss against your lips. You were shocked for a moment before melting into it and wrapping your arms around him.

"Is there a reason you're blushing like that?" He said as he pulled back taking in your red cheeks.

“No, no reason at all.” You teased. He gave you that smirk that you loved so much and it was easy to imagine the boy you fell in love with even with the scars he had now.

“Let’s get some rest.” He said pulling you down to the bed with him, holding you firmly in your arms.

“Tomorrow is the start of the rest of our lives.” You whispered into his ear unable to hold back the smile on your face.

As you laid there wrapped up in his arms listening to the soft music that drifted from the tavern below it was easy to imagine the rest of your life with Hitoshi.

A small house secluded away from the harsh realities of your past. A warm fireplace to sit next to in his arms with a warm drink. A life free from what you were both born into. A life made on your own terms.

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commanderserwin · 4 years

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hi :) i'm not sure if your requests are still open. if not, just know i love your writing and take this as a cute thought i wanted to share. (if they are open as a requst:) Armin and Reader knowing they really like each other, not properly dating yet and Armin just feeling confident and happy and talking to Reader a lot and the Reader absolutely loving it, and watching him talk, and when he asks whats wrong they answer they like watching him being happy and yeah, cute, fluff, maybe kiss? idk

hello! i hope you are still there and i’m so sorry that this took a while! anyway, i made this into a college au, so i do hope that’s okay with you! thank u for waiting! please enjoy 🤍

↦ study day; armin arlert — college au

“Ghosts are not real.”

“They are.”

“Make them shut the door then, since you won’t.”

“Obviously, not like that...”

Armin flipped through his book, highlighting sentences as he studied quietly while you rambled about ghosts. He raised his head from his book to only roll his eyes at how you were sprawled on his bed, using his laptop as you listened to that spooked podcast that you have been obsessed with throughout the years. But it also made Armin smile, because he notices that you would only use his laptop to listen, therefore only actually listening if he was near. If he wasn’t— as he observed, you wouldn’t even spare the podcast a second.

It was his fault that he made you obsessed with that thing.

It was during the first year when he listened to it, and Armin doesn’t even like it, he just happened to listen to it because he’s got nothing to do. He was just busy cleaning the shared dorm, and he got too attached that he became oblivious that you came home already. Armin didn’t pay attention to it; he didn’t pay attention to the blowing air behind his neck that went up to his ear and to his cheek. He didn’t pay attention to it, yet he was sweating the whole time, and when he finally turned his head around— there you were, smug, as you whispered: “Ghosts are real.”

“They do not lurk around,” Armin stated, pointing his highlighter at you while you only covered yourself with his blanket— already knowing what comes next with his words. “Because they do not exist.”

“They could exist! They just do not... make themselves known,” you argued, pressing play on his laptop as you played the spooked podcast. You covered yourself whole with the blanket, even putting it over your head as you closed your eyes to listen more intently— and also to play it muffled for Armin.

Armin turned his swivel chair, debating if you should scare you right now, or if he should just wait for him to hear the loud clack of his keyboard as you pause it, as usual— if it gets too scary for you. He went back to his book, rereading the highlighted paragraphs for a few minutes, and would give you his attention. You haven’t moved for a while, and he nodded to himself that he could now read fully.

But that isn’t what he did. Reading wasn’t on his agenda for today, he only does it so that he doesn’t have to be near you. He’s done with all his readings before, and he’s just doing it again to keep himself busy. He wanted to to do something— something that involves you and him. Armin has been meaning to confess, but should it happen? And somehow when he woke up today, something ignited for him to do it today. But he couldn’t— just the thought of him confessing was so foreign, nauseating that he doesn’t know how to do it.

Armin sighed deeply, feeling his heart to beat harder as he thought of it happening. He couldn’t get himself to say it— or maybe he’s just misreading every thing. Two years— and he has kept this bottled up because he’s good at it. He doesn’t want to jeopardize what he has with you— friendship, but he wanted more. And maybe it’s a mistake that he should pay that idea any mind.

“Hey.”

Armin whipped his head around, hand clutching the highlighter as he looked at you. He smiled softly, noticing how you turned to your side, the blanket still over your whole body. Worry flashed your face, mouth turning down as you took the blanket off, slowly walking towards him.

“You okay?” You asked, standing close enough to his desk while he angled his head towards you. “You’ve been staring at your book for minutes already.”

“No, no,” Armin shook his head, feeling heat on his cheeks as he realized you moved in closer to take a peek on his book. “I’m fine.”

“If you’re having a hard time, I could help you,” you offered, sitting on the edge of his desk while you turned his book to you, “Although, I’m not sure if I could be of any help.”

The medical book Armin has been reading has been highlighted so many times, and you have become so familiar with it whenever he would ask you to test him. You weren’t sure of the content that he was reading, but he has got this look on his face and it just made you so worried. You’ve been there when the studying has been too tiring for him, that you have to pull him to bed— his bed. Armin shook his head, while you fully perched up on his desk, taking the book in your hands. He propped his elbow, glancing right at you.

The close proximity made your heart beat faster, while you shuddered under his gaze and the sheer silence that has settled on the room.

Kinesiology. The book is Clinical Kinesiology, and you’re going to ask Armin about muscles that you have no idea— or just have a slight idea of it, and no, you are not going to focus on Armin’s heavy blue eyes as he inched closer, tilting his head.

“Right, muscles,” you whispered, gulping, as you read the words before you. It didn’t make one damn sense, because Armin is close and you have no idea why you are feeling this way.

You know there’s something between the two of you. It was unspoken, but it was happening. Every little thing and you aren’t oblivious enough to it, sometimes paying attention to it and sometimes not when it made you a blushing mess— Armin too.

Unspoken, and it has gotten too loud.

“Mouth. Uhm, orbicularis oris,” you mumbled, glancing down at him, while you cleared your throat. Armin never looked away and it just made you nervous. No, you didn’t notice him lick his lips. Armin nodded for you to continue, while never breaking eye-contact. “Why don’t you tell me what the origin, insertion, innervation, and action of… orbicularis oris?”

When Armin didn’t speak, you looked at him, raising a brow. Usually, when you ask him about this, he always has an answer ready. He stood up from his swivel chair, a hand on one side of your leg as he breathed loudly. One good look at Armin and it’s got you even worried.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, placing the back of you hand on his forehead, subtly wiping away the layer of sweat that’s form on it, “Are you sick? Should we get some medicine? Tylenol? What do you need?”

Armin snapped out of his head, eyes blinking at how much he is so close to you, and he couldn’t take it. He had to get out of this, but he doesn’t want to, but he does so much— but…

“It’s okay. I’m fine, really. No need for Tylenol,” Armin mumbled quickly, scratching his neck as he closed his eyes— trying to remember your question. He hung his head low, remembering where the orbicularis oris is— its OINA, but you were just so close. He finally opened his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Orbicularis Oris. Origin is near midline on the anterior surface of the maxilla and mandible.”

Armin shuddered.

“Insertion is mucous membrane of margin of the lips and raphe with buccinator and modiolus.”

He couldn’t take it.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Armin? We could take a break. Take a nap. Listen to your podcast.”

God.

“Innervation is the accessory parts are incisivus labii superioris and inferioris.”

“Armin?” You placed your hands on around his neck, making him look at you. His blue eyes glinted, mouth opening and closing as you felt his breath fan your cheek as he moved closer.

Noses almost brushing— and when it was, Armin closed his eyes and you took it as cue. You breathed deeply, placing your forehead on his, pulling him closely, smiling against him.

Armin opened for his eyes for a second, placing a hand over your heart as he nodded. He pulled away slightly, tracing his index finger over your mouth. “Orbicularis oris.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, grinning softly, while you shivered under his touch. “Action?”

“Well, it narrows orifice of the mouth, purses lips, and puckers lip edges.”

“Interesting,” you breathed.

“It’s also called the kissing muscle,” Armin whispered, closing his eyes as he placed his forehead on top of yours again. He felt your fingers play with his skin, rubbing circles as you nodded.

“Oh.”

Armin’s lips were softly on top of yours, pecking softly as he did pursed his lips. Armin could feel your slightly chapped lips from the September chill and he smiled against your lips— pulling away. His soft lips were gone after a few seconds, the innocence of his kiss was too much for your beating heart that you wanted more, to feel him close again, as heat rose to your chest— blushing nonstop that he finally kissed you.

At the end, both of you were chuckling softly, lips touching gently while both of yours shoulders shook in gentle chuckles, soft pink tinges coming in view as Armin pulled away, nibbling on lips as he suppressed his lips— but he couldn’t do it anymore when you’re also doing it too, lips together as you hid your smile. Butterflies invaded your stomach very much and you couldn’t help but touch your lips where his were on for a few seconds.

“Want to keep our orbicularis oris moving?”

Armin nodded.

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monsterenergysimp · 3 years

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masayoshi x fem! reader

summary: you help John with his stream and he has something to tell you after

request: [...]a scenario where reader and john are best friends so she helps him with his twitch tattoos vid. someone suggests to put reader’s name on his forehead so he asks her to do it for him. she was writing it on his forehead and his head was at her chest level. he realizes that he likes her and starts blushing at the distance between each other. so he hugs her and confesses (mumbling in her shirt and staining it) she laughs and hugs back. John then goes crazy and starts playing celebrating music while reader just watches with full love. and add any cute fluff bonus if u want.

warnings: cursing, slightly suggestive

word count: 705

notes: This is proof read but I could have missed some stuff. If you changed your user tell me so I can update it in the tag list. Sorry for taking so long to get to your requst but I hope you like it! I was excited to get it because my friend told me about his streams a few days before I got this one. Hope everyone enjoys :)

main blog: @itsmysleepover

John has gone into his room to stream. He was going to use a temporary tattoo kit to give himself “tattoos” on stream. You were busy in your room with some work stuff and left him to his devices. You two had been friends for years and you had to admit that you’ve developed a bit of a crush on him over that time. You didn’t say anything obviously because one, he was your best friend, and two, you lived together. Those two things would only complicate your relationship.

You thought heard your name be called and took your headphones out. You looked up confused before you heard it again and realized John was calling you. You got out of your seat and went to his door. You didn’t enter his room but instead poked your head in. “What do you need?” You asked him from your place outside.

“I need your help with my sleeve, are you busy?” He asked you hopefully. While you didn’t do it often he enjoyed it when you two would do something on stream together. Whether that was gaming or something stupid like this. You nodded and walked in all the way.

John soon realized you didn’t have somewhere to sit so he stood up and offered you his chair. You sat down and looked around at his set up processing everything that was happening on his monitors. You looked over at his arm and gasped. “What the fuck is that!” you said. You stared at the weird face drawn in ink that was stamped to his arm.

“It’s poki,” he responded nonchalantly trying not to laugh.

“She looks awful! Poki I’m sorry he did this to you,” you said looking into the camera. John laughed at your reaction and handed you the applicator with the temporary ink.

You quickly moved on from the mess he was trying to say was Poki. His next tattoo was selected and soon you were drawing a laughing Pepe on his wrist. When you finished it didn’t look that bad. You drew a few more tattoos laughing as you saw the lackluster outcomes of them all. You were happy to be there and close to John.

“Isn’t there that one streamer that’s a tattoo artist?” You asked John and the chat. “She’d be good at this I think.” You went back to writing the word penis in cursive near his elbow. You drew a few more before announcing that you were almost out of ink. The lower half of his arm was covered in your drawings. “If we’re almost out this last one has to be the best one!” He said. It was decided that you would write your name on his forehead.

“Oh no,” he said and chuckled nervously. The ink would last three to four days and he was not excited about that. You stood up and he sat down in the chair. You leaned down and John’s face became level with your chest. Even though you were wearing a slightly baggy shirt your breasts were still in his face. Your face started to heat up. Once you finished and pulled away you looked at him. His face was completely red. You stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before breaking apart and looking at the chat.

“Okay if that’s everything I have work to do,” you said and left him to finish his stream. After he was done he walked into your room. You turned your chair so you were looking at him. “Uh, knock next time please.”

“No problem, but I just wanted to talk to you about something super quick,” he said and sat down on your bed. “Uh, okay so I have to tell you something and it is probably gonna have a bad outcome.”

“What do you need John, just spit it out.”

“I think I like you. I really like being with you and you’re so much fun and so pretty and I just really like you Y/N.”

“I like you too John.”

“Really?”

You were looking down at your hand and smiling. “Yeah, I do.” He jumped up and started celebrating. You looked up at him, certain that you loved him.

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midnatt-heronweather · 3 years

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my blah about Cr3

Crossroads three is the stake in the demon that has been... almost 2 years without Starfury events (or any tbf)

I wanted to start a new review post for each convention but always seem to get back and feel like i've been hit with a freight train (is it bad I've missed Connui/Con Flu???)

So this is going to be the same stream of conciousness it usually is.

I'll start by saying I wasnt there for any guests after Lisa Berry cancelled, and strangley didnt have any cosplays, but i thre together my old s2 dean and went for it on.

So I spent the weekend helping out stewarding where I could and catching up with people, you could see the bone deep relief on the faces of the Starfury regs at being back.

From where I was I could hear the talks and it al sounded really fun (and sometimes blue, as per SF) but i've not watched Supernatural religiously since aprox end of s6, so i was happy where i was.

alien to me and rather sacrilegiously I was only able to attend Friday and Saturday party, i missed the final party and so wasnt part of the Survivors photo, but the two I attended were awsome enough to keep me going to Enchanted. especially when someone randomly ('m guessing) requsted Shinedown be played.

I know in the grand scheme of things i'm no Convention vet, there are still those who've been to more cons and different cons than me, but some things just make you feel like you've made it, and one of those things for me happened on the saturday night - I helped lead a con dance I always see one for the vets - its called Joe 90 and despite the 'status' i attatch to it, i'm amazed i managed it with my DCD co-ordination issues and didn't seriously hurt anyone lol.

When I decided to go I didnt think many of those I knew or those regulars I'd know would be in attendance, but stood on that door on Friday was like a whose who of Starfury minus a few (who i hope to see at upcoming events) One pair i was suprised and delighted to come across were Kai and Harry, serving cosplay awesomness as alway.

I later found out the duo had brought 'paint stripping' mead with them (morrisons own as it turned out, the non fizzy one) and I think i over did the mock-scolding....see.. Mead is something Ally (and me to a lesser extent) is known for, just like we know we can count on Taz (and Lou, and Gareth) to help us drink it lol, so I ribbed them both and I messaged Kai a link to Ravens Forge mead hall when i had wifi, and reminded them that if me or her were around, there would always be mead offered :D.

During lockdown i'd gotten to know two members of staff better than i'd done before, thats not to say i ignored them before and takes into account the fact w had been at a few none sf cons with them in the past..Taryn and Dean who are 'local' to me (Manchester) have become sort of addicted to a city I love very much (York) and like Taz, Ally and Myself, Dean loves mead and York is.. well its the best place in the county of Yorkshire for mead, even if Hull makes one lol. Dean however has taken his love of mead further than any of us and actualy started making his own, which he brought with him to CR3, apparently they'd made too much so I got a bottle given :D it was delicious but didnt last the first night, because, (and yes i know i'm a fool) for the sake of saftey i thought it would be best to leave anything glass with someone staying at the con hotel. namely Taz and Gareth, but they enjoyed it so i'm sur Dean wouldn't mind lol and it was better for me not to have to carry glass back from Birmingham.

one of my favourite moments of the weekend has to be seeing Julian Riching (Death in SPN) lighting up when I asked him about Murdoch Mysteries and then elbow bumping me (not sur eif it was just precaution or bcause my voice on the mic sounded like i was talking through gravil and Sean, Mr Starfury himself, had to translate for me. SEAN OF ALL PEOPLE lol

I love detective shows and Victorian things and Murdoch is both (though I guess now its Edwardian lol) , and if i'd had the werewithall to remember I could have brought out a cosplay which won me 2nd place at the masquerade the last time one of the cast came to an SF, as it was i just wnt up and asked him his memory of the show, which was pretty sharp I have to say.

It was a short one for me, like i said i didn't stay for the final night (£££) bt it was sooo worth the time I did get there. I will not go into detail but the week previous had been enough to test the patiences of someon a hell of a lot more saintly than me, I regret that there was a moment when i let the other world (the rl world) slip under my barrier and cause me to freak out a few people with unusual and what I hope others would consider out of charactar bhaviour. Awesome weekend. i feel like i've been hit with a freight train and my voice still sounds lik gravel (Connui/Conflu).

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#starfury conventions #crossroads 3 #supernatural #murdoch mysteries

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