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Falling, Falling All Over Again - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Falling, Falling All Over Again

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Robin, Nancy (Mentioned), the Wheeler family (Mentioned), Steve's parents (Mentioned), and the Reader's parents (Mentioned)

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Requested by: Anon!

WC: 3,985

Warnings: Pre-Season 3, very brief mention of what happened in Season 2, banter, teasing, flirting, cursing, friends to lovers, reunion, and a lot of fluff

Today has been a slow day. Which was a bit odd for a weekend during the summer. The school - both of them - had been out for a couple of weeks at this point, and since then, Scoops Ahoy had been practically overflowing with teens excited about summer or little kids begging their mothers for ice cream at the new shop in the new mall. So, it being a weekend, during the summer, Steve thought that it would be another shift of chaos, but it was the total opposite. Around three hours into his shift, only thirteen customers had ordered their sweet-coned desserts from him. And that included Robin serving.

It was boring, and Steve knew that it was going to be when he applied for the job. The only times that it wasn't boring was when cute women were ordering from him or it was so busy that Steve's brain couldn't think about anything else but serving and scooping ice cream. By then, the word 'boring' was kicked out of the window and the wonderful word 'chaos' walked right on in. 

But today, as said before, Steve was bored out of his mind as he stood behind the counter, he leaned on his open palm, his elbow resting on the said counter; bent at the waist, staring off at nothing. His eyelids were drooped, mind elsewhere, away from his boring job, in his usually boring life, that he was thankful for, but he was so bored. It was practically killing him.

Robin slammed open the small window that separated herself in the breakroom from Steve, the sudden loud noise making Steve jump out of his skin a bit. Rapidly blinking, he pushed himself up to a slight slouch, turning his narrowed gaze towards her.

"Bored?" Robin asked, a grin on her face as her tone sounded more teasing than she actually meant to.

"Bored stiff," Steve replied. "I hope you're enjoying your break." He continued, but his own tone held no actual interest, more or so just annoyance towards the young woman; which was usual in their friendship.

Robin just continued to grin, raising her hand to show off the book in her hand; open, a couple of her fingers marking the page that she had been on. "I brought a book. So, yes, I am enjoying my break." Though, halfway through her sentence, her blue eyes strayed from his brown ones to look around the small soft-serve ice cream shop. "Got any more customers?" She asked with a small frown, only to continue, "Or have you been scaring them away?"

Steve huffed, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms, "I'm not scaring them away," He defended himself, "No one's come in for the past hour." He exclaimed. At this point, the irritation that he had previously been feeling turned into mild irritation, and the frown grew deeper into a scowl as he spoke.

Robin snorted. Her lips quirked upwards into a tiny smirk. "I would think that this would be great news, for you, that is. You know, no customers for you means that you can just let time pass you by before going home."

"No customers means that we won't get paid well this week," Steve muttered, though he didn't care that much about the paycheck he'd be getting, he was, though, a bit upset that there weren't any pretty ladies coming in there for a sundae. 

Robin hummed shortly, pressing her hands against the windowsill, a thoughtful look on her face before her slight pout turned back into a grin, "Well, my board's gonna get all dusty if this keeps up."

Steve groaned, that board. That board, a small whiteboard that Robin kept in the break room that nobody used, was his doom. His rack and ruin. Just thinking about that board, Steve felt as if the sun was beating down on him. As if the heat radiating from his skin could melt him, searing the words 'you suck' onto his back until they were burnt and melted completely into his flesh. Because if he had to deal with that stupid board one more time, he might go insane. Okay... Maybe he was overreacting, but it did get him down sometimes. He wanted to show Robin that he could win himself a girl, with his charm and good looks. 

"I don't know why you insist on using that dumbass whiteboard." Steve spoke up, leaning back against the counter, his arms still crossed, as Robin just shrugged her shoulders.

"It's fun to mark down your progress." She answered, "Well, not your progress, since, you know, you haven't gotten a date yet."

"Just because the five or so-"

"Six." Robin interrupted, but Steve waved her off.

"Whatever. Just because I couldn't get a date in those six or something situations, doesn't mean that the next girl that walks in here won't fall for my foolishly good looks." Steve argued, running a hand through his hair as Robin let out a mixture of scoff and laugh. "I've told you before, I've had tons of girlfriends, and a hell of a lot of girls after me back in high school."

"Mhmm, but you're not in high school anymore," Robin answered, and she did have a point. Back in high school, Steve was very popular, everyone wanted to be him, date him, whatever. King Steve. But, after everything that happened, that all changed. Steve changed. For the better. "And I hate to burst your bubble, but I've seen the way you act around girls... You're hopeless. I don't know how you survived so long in your last relationship." As she finished her words, Robin winced, obviously upset with herself at how harsh she suddenly sounded. "Sorry, that was a bit rude."

Steve shook his head, waving her off once again "Nah... It's fine. I get it." Looking down at his shoes, Steve shrugged, "I don't know how we had last that long either." He muttered.

"This is going to sound all... Mushy... But," Robin began, "Were you in love with her... Nancy?" 

Robin's sudden question made Steve think for a moment before he spoke, "I think I was in love with the idea of her. She was fun and liked taking risks... Like me..." Steve sighed, "But yeah, I think I was in love with the idea of her... And yeah I was still upset when we broke up, and I'll always care about her, but I think that ship has sailed." At that last part, Robin snickered, making Steve look up at her, his eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"You said 'ship has sailed.'" She spoke, placing her free hand to cover her mouth slightly as she laughed lightly, "With you in that outfit, I just can't..."

Steve let out a dramatic huff, though, he was unable to stop the small smile from growing on his lips. "Anyway, if we're continuing with this mushy shit... I believe that I have been in love. Once. A long time ago."

This seemed to pique Robin's interest, leaning against the windowsill slightly as she tilted her head. "Oh, mysterious... Do tell me more."

Steve scoffed, shaking his head slightly, "Don't you have to get back to that book?"

"Nah," Robin answered quickly, pushing her book to the side, giving him her full attention, "This sounds so much more in-depth than any other romance novel that I've read, I'm dying to know about this girl that stole your heart back in Kindergarten."

For a moment, Steve stared at her with wide eyes, a small shocked expression forming on his face. Then, slowly his mouth formed an amused smirk. "It was in third grade. If you must know. She was new." As the sudden memories of you began to rush up to the forefront of his mind, Steve took a deep breath. He hadn't thought about you in a long time, maybe years. He wasn't sure. Swallowing thickly, Steve pulled at the collar of his sailor outfit before speaking, "Uh, well, the first memory I had of her was when she was introduced to the class. I remembered that she was super shy..." A small smile slowly tickled the corner of his lips, "She had been wearing two pink bows in her hair."

Robin mimicked the smile, resting one of her hands on her cheek, leaning onto it, "What was her name?" 

Steve paused for a moment. Not because he forgot your name. No... He could never forget your name. Or you in general. Your name just reminded him of the past too much. Of the things that you were to him. "Her name was Y/N." Steve breathed out, swallowing, "We became pretty fast friends. We played together, she'd come to my house during the summer, we spent a lot of time together." Ducking his head, he looked to the side, his eyes glazing over as he remembered you, "Once we got to seventh grade, that's when I knew I wanted to marry her. We used to joke about it all the time. I have no idea if she felt the same or if it was all to play around, but she used to call herself 'Mrs. Harrington'. We'd play house..."

"I bet that was a great ego boost."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Shut up, I'm pouring my heart out here." A little laughter escaped from Robin's lips, but Steve continued, "Anyway, we were really close. She was my best friend. She was... Everything..." Letting out a small cough, Steve pressed his fist to his mouth for a moment before awkwardly looking up with a grin that didn't really reach his eyes. "Uh, yeah... She was great."

He was trying to play it all off, not really used to spilling his feelings out. Not like this anyway. It was a bit embarrassing for some reason unknown to him. But it was nice to get to talk about you. He really missed you. A lot. You have helped him in so many ways. Being there for him when he was lonely and his parents weren't paying him any mind or were off on another business trip. You were always so bright, always smiling, seeing the beauty in everything and anything. It didn't seem like anything could bring you down. And even in your young teens, you had this power to bring Steve out of whatever darkness was holding him down. He missed your bright smiles, he missed your warm hugs, he missed your touch. It made his heart ache strangely like it was being tossed in a tornado, and it hurt, badly. 

Robin hummed, narrowing her eyes slightly, "Hmm, she seemed to mean a lot to you. Whatever happened to the both of you? Fight or something?"

"No, uh, she moved away before we got into high school. I have no idea where she is now or what she's doing." Steve frowned slightly. "Probably living in New York somewhere. She loved the idea of New York." A sigh left his lips, as he shook his head, "It's been a while since we last saw each other... If she remembers me at all."

Robin gave a sympathetic smile, "New York huh? Better than here. Bustling cities, tall buildings, noisy taxis, and people everywhere." She hummed thoughtfully.

"Yeah..." Steve agreed softly.

Robin smiled faintly, before she cleared her throat, snapping Steve from his thoughts once more as she shifted slightly, her eyes glancing to the side and back to the older teen. "We finally have a customer. I'll let you handle it. Good luck." She gave him a quick grin before shutting the small window.

Sighing, Steve let out a breath from his nose, shutting his eyes and squaring his shoulders. Running a hand through his hair, he turned, "Ahoy thereeee..." Steve's voice trailed off, his eyes now open and wide as he stared right at you. 

You looked a bit different. Your hair was different, sense of style... But the way you smiled and that shine was in your eyes, they were still the same. Still you. The feeling that Steve had from earlier returned with a vengeance, along with something else, and you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, absolutely loving his reaction. "Hey there, handsome. Long time no see."

"Y/N?" Steve replied, still shocked - that you were there, in front of him, and that you remembered him - his brown eyes flickering rapidly over your figure before settling back to your eyes. He's got to be dreaming.

"Yeah, it's me. In the flesh." You tilted your head. "And look at you, Steven, all grown up." You then gestured with a hand, "You're even taller than me. And I thought I'd stay the tall one."

Steve was still in shock, mouth hung agape as he stared right at you. The words that were running in his head seemed to dry up upon reaching his tongue. God, your voice... You were breathtaking. You always had been, but now even more so. His heart was beating loudly in his chest as he stared at you, threatening to burst past his ribcage and out into the open. He felt his knees become weak, his hands feeling heavy, and his vision blurring slightly. It was like he had forgotten how to breathe. Like time itself had stopped, and he was suddenly transported back to before high school - a time when you were practically with him twenty-four-seven. But you were here. Staring right back at him. "Y/N... What..."

Pressing one of your palms against the counter, you leaned forward. Reaching out, you pressed the pads of your pointer and middle finger under his chin, gently closing his mouth, "I hope I didn't break you. You've hardly gotten a word out." You leaned back, feeling a bit awkward now. "I was hoping you'd be happy to see me..." Your words trailed off as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, taking a couple of steps backward - only now a couple of feet from the counter.

Snapping out of it, Steve shook his head, springing himself over the counter; not even bothering to walk around the damn thing. He just needed to be close to you, the fastest way possible. Before he could say anything, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you as close as he possibly could. Your body tensed up immediately at the sudden contact, letting out a small squeak of surprise, but your body relaxed and your eyes fluttered closed almost instantly.

Steve buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, "God, I missed you."

You swallowed hard. The only reply that came out was a quiet "I missed you too," which was enough for him to hear, your hands quickly wrapping around his waist, holding onto him just as tight.

Robin, hearing the small commotion that sounded from Steve's sudden bounding over the counter, couldn't help but be curious and walk out of the breakroom. Upon seeing Steve, holding onto some stranger, Robin paused before rushing over. "I'm sorry, but is he bothering you?" She asked you, making you lift your head from Steve's chest. Instead of the fear in your eyes that Robin was prepared for, she was met with your bright eyes and equally bright smile.

"He's fine. I was expecting something like this..." You wiggled slightly in Steve's hold, offering your hand out to the dirty blonde. "I'm Y/N. Steven's best friend."

Robin's eyes widened, her shock quickly being covered with her excitement. "Y/N? Really? We were just talking about you!" She exclaimed, making you raise an eyebrow. "I finally got this one to break and tell me a bit more about his past. I'm Robin by the way. I love your shoes!" She continued, taking back her hand after the handshake before gesturing to your red Converse.

"Thanks, I like yours too." You returned your hand around Steve's side, "I've never dared to doodle on mine. I worry I'll mess up or something." You chuckled lightly, making Steve's heart soar. He loved your laugh.

Steve glanced up at you, unable to take his eyes away from you. There were so many things that he wanted to say, ask you. But instead, he remained silent. He had missed you more than he thought possible. As you continued to talk to Robin, head resting on his chest, Steve slowly raked his fingers through your hair, marveling over how soft it felt beneath his fingers. His heart began beating faster again as he ran his fingers through your hair, his gaze lingering on the strands that fell back into place perfectly. Steve could feel the faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he sighed contently. You were here.

"Stevie, you're gonna put me to sleep if you keep doing that." Your melodic voice spoke to him, making him freeze, his hand then landing on your waist. His eyes finally met yours, softening as he took in the look on your face, the happiness that was shining in those gorgeous eyes of yours. "Is everything okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, everything's good. Everything's perfect." He responded, giving you a small smile, "Just really glad to see you."

Robin looked between the both of you, really taking notice of the way Steve was looking at you, making her smile. Steve's brown eyes were soft, and slightly lidded as he smiled warmly at you. The way he held you, close to his chest, the way he looked at you... Yeah, he did love you. Robin saw it. It was obvious. And never had she seen him act so... So... Soft. Not to mention the fact that the two of you looked at each other as if you were the only two people in the world. The love that was radiating off of them, it made her heart swell.

Silently, Robin headed back to the breakroom. Pushing the window open, she glanced back over at you and Steve as she opened the cap of the whiteboard marker, and without a second thought, she drew one line under 'you rule.'

"I missed you so much, Y/N/N," Steve muttered, his head coming back up to cup your warm cheek, "I never thought I'd see you again."

"Me neither," You admitted quietly, leaning against his touch. "My father got a job back here in Indiana. We live a town away. But I had to come see you. I didn't know if you'd still be in Hawkins. I checked everywhere. And I found you."

A fond smile crossed Steve's lips as he watched you lean against him. His gaze lingered on you for another moment before he sighed softly, tightening his grip on you as he nodded slowly. "You found me..." Steve murmured, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "I knew you would someday."

"I'm glad I did today..." You answered, looking up at him from beneath your thick lashes, almost nervously giving him a small smile.

"Why's that, sweetheart?" Steve asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Well," You paused for a second, flushing at his sudden sweet touch, "I'm glad I found you today because..." A mischievous sparkle appeared in your eye as you looked up at Steve, a look that Steve knew well. "I get to see you in this cute little sailor getup you got going on." You winked, causing a deep red flush to spread over Steve's cheeks.

"Sailor getup?" He raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit embarrassed since he hated the outfit with every fiber of his being.

"Mmmhmm," You nodded. "It brings out your eyes."

"Oh, does it?" Steve teased, glancing down at himself briefly, "You really like it?"

Biting your lip, you briefly glanced down at him, letting your eyes rake over his body before meeting his eyes one more, "Absolutely, Steven." You muttered, reaching up with one hand to grab the red ties of his flap collar. "I love my men in uniform." Your words caused Steve's breath to catch in his throat as your fingertips then slid along his jawline; his own eyes locking onto your lips. But before he could even fathom coming up with anything to say in response, you reached up with that same finger and booped him right on the nose. "Boop!" You exclaimed happily, giggling a little at the surprised expression that flashed across his face.

"Hey! Stop that!" He complained, his heart beating rapidly as his stomach filled with ten thousand more butterflies - joining the million that were already in there. 

But you just laughed even harder, burying your face into the crook of his neck as tears filled your eyes. "That wasn't very nice of me, was it?" You cooed, chuckling.

Steve gave a slight shake of his head before letting out a sigh, "So mean to me..."

"Oh, you love me." You added with a grin, lifting your head back up to look at him.

Shaking his head, Steve chuckled. "Don't put words in my mouth." But he knew it was true. He knew he had no choice but to fall in love with you. Let himself fall back in love with you. And Steve didn't hesitate, nor did he take a moment to think about it. Even though his heart ached a little, knowing that you were right in front of him, he would gladly lay down his life for you. Because even after all these years, and especially now, you were the most important person in his life. "How long will you be staying for?" He questioned after a few moments of silence.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Not sure yet. I'm not ready to go back home just yet." You replied honestly, "I'm staying at the Wheelers for the time being." You continued, Steve inwardly cringing at your words.

Why? Why, world, why?

You notice the slight hint of discomfort that washed over Steve's features, making you raise an eyebrow but you don't question him. Fidgeting with the red tails of his collar, you pouted lightly, looking up at him. Even after all these years, after five years, Steve still looked breathtaking. His eyes were still the beautiful chocolate brown that you adored, the strong jaw, the broad shoulders, the amazing brown hair. You couldn't get enough of him. He was simply too perfect. 

And it was plain to see that over the years, Steve had changed, and so did you. It was inevitable. Over the years, you were able to hide most of your feelings, and you felt as if it was the same for Steve. But for you, for both of you, it was so easy to just let your walls down. It always has been. Ever since the day when you first met. 

"Well," You sighed out, looking up at him with a small smile, "I'll let you get back to work. I still have to unpack." You finished, as Steve stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

"Don't leave me." He muttered, his hands tightening on your waist, "I just got you back."

"I know, Stevie-pie," Oh, how he missed that nickname. "But, I think I'll need someone to be my tour guide for when I go around and see all the new things that this crappy town has to offer." You returned his pout with your own, "Think you'll have enough time out of your very busy day tomorrow for little ol' me?"

Steve shook his head with a smirk, his lips curving up into a genuine grin, "Always got time for you, Y/N."

"You're too good to me." You sighed, reaching your hand up, taking off his little sailor hat to run your fingers through his hair once, and the one movement made Steve shiver from head to toe.

"What can I say?" Steve leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. "You bring out the best in me."

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Should I make a part 2? Let me know! <3 Thanks for reading!

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Hi!! Can i request some Headcanons to Fyodor, Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo and Nikolai Taking their s/o to a date?

It's oks if you don't want to have a nice day! (Also i love your Nikolai fic<3)

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 + 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭-𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞:.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨, 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, Romance

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k

𝐀/𝐧: Thank you for requesting anon. Ngl some of the scenarios are so long. Enjoy ( ;

—𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

Fyodor would never choose a traditional date location like a fancy restaurant or movie theater. Instead, he would take his s/o to a deserted alleyway or abandoned building, showing off his unique taste and appreciation for the darker side of life. Despite his sinister reputation, Fyodor would be surprisingly romantic on his date, showering his s/o with compliments and lavish gifts. He would have a way with words, using his intelligence to charm and captivate his date. As a part of the Decay of Angels, Fyodor would have access to exclusive locations and events that he could take his s/o to. He might even show off his power and connections by taking her to a secret meeting of the organization. Fyodor would have a deep appreciation for art and culture, and would likely take his s/o to a museum or art exhibit. He would be well-versed in the history and meaning behind each piece, impressing his date with his knowledge. Fyodor might also take his s/o on a night-time drive through the city, showing her the darker side of life that he is so familiar with. He would point out places where crimes have been committed or where the Decay of Angels has had a presence. Fyodor would enjoy intellectual discussions with his s/o, debating philosophy and politics late into the night. He would appreciate someone who could challenge his ideas and make him think. Despite his confidence, Fyodor would have a vulnerable side that he might reveal to his s/o. He might confess his deepest fears or regrets, showing a side of himself that few people have ever seen. Fyodor would have a love of literature and might take his s/o to a quiet bookstore or library where they could read together. He might even read her a passage from his favorite book, showing a softer side to his personality. Fyodor would be very protective of his s/o, willing to go to great lengths to keep her safe. He might show off his combat skills or even risk his life to protect her from danger. As a master strategist, Fyodor might plan an elaborate surprise for his s/o, showing off his intelligence and creativity. He might set up an intricate scavenger hunt or surprise her with a personalized gift. Fyodor would appreciate someone who is not afraid to challenge him, even if it means disagreeing with him. He would be drawn to someone who is confident in their own opinions and beliefs. Fyodor might also enjoy taking his s/o to a classical music concert, showing off his refined taste and appreciation for the finer things in life. He would enjoy the elegance and sophistication of the event, and might even take his s/o out for a nightcap afterwards.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Fyodor Dostoevsky had arranged an unusual date with his s/o, and as always, he had chosen a location that reflected his dark and unique personality. The couple stood in front of an abandoned building, the walls covered in graffiti and the windows boarded up with wood planks.

"It's not exactly what I expected," his s/o said, looking up at him skeptically.

Fyodor chuckled softly. "I know it's not the most conventional date location, but I wanted to show you something different. Something that reflects my own taste."

His s/o nodded, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "I trust you," she said.

Fyodor led her inside the building, where they walked down dark and dusty hallways. The only light came from small cracks in the boarded up windows, and the sound of their footsteps echoed through the empty space.

Finally, they reached a large room with high ceilings and peeling paint on the walls. In the center of the room was a small table, covered with a white tablecloth and decorated with candles and flowers.

Fyodor pulled out a chair for his s/o and gestured for her to sit. "I hope you like the setting," he said, taking his own seat across from her. "I wanted it to be intimate, but also reflective of our surroundings."

His s/o nodded, a bit taken aback by the unexpected romanticism of the situation. "It's beautiful," she said softly.

Over a delicious meal, Fyodor and his s/o discussed a variety of topics, ranging from literature and philosophy to politics and current events. They engaged in a deep and intellectual conversation, each one challenging the other's ideas and opinions.

As they finished their meal, Fyodor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet-lined box. He placed it on the table in front of his s/o and watched as she opened it, revealing a beautiful necklace.

"It's a symbol of my affection for you," Fyodor said, taking the necklace from the box and fastening it around his s/o's neck. "I hope it will remind you of our unique connection."

His s/o was touched by the gesture, feeling closer to Fyodor than ever before. As they left the abandoned building and walked through the dark streets, Fyodor kept a protective arm around her, making her feel safe and secure in his presence.

It was a date like no other, reflective of Fyodor's dark and mysterious personality, but also filled with unexpected romance and intimacy. His s/o couldn't help but feel drawn to the enigmatic man who had shown her a side of himself that few people ever saw.

As they walked, Fyodor's s/o couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The streets were quiet and deserted, and the sound of their footsteps echoed loudly in the stillness.

Fyodor seemed to sense her apprehension and spoke softly. "Do not fear," he said. "I would never allow any harm to come to you."

His words were reassuring, but his s/o couldn't help but wonder what kind of danger Fyodor might be facing in his role as a member of the Decay of Angels.

As they continued walking, Fyodor suddenly stopped in front of a large, imposing building. It was an old cathedral, the kind of place that seemed to hold secrets and mysteries within its walls.

"Come with me," Fyodor said, taking his s/o's hand and leading her inside.

The cathedral was dark and quiet, with the only light coming from flickering candles scattered throughout the space. Fyodor led his s/o to the front of the church, where they stood in front of a large, ornate altar.

"I know it may seem strange to bring you here," Fyodor said, "but I wanted to show you something important to me."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small book, bound in leather and covered in intricate designs. He opened it and began to read, his voice low and soothing.

It was a passage from one of his favorite books, a reflection on the meaning of life and the power of the human spirit. His s/o listened intently, feeling moved by the words and the emotion in Fyodor's voice.

As he finished, Fyodor closed the book and turned to his s/o. "I know I can be distant and cold at times," he said, "but I wanted to share this with you. To show you that there is more to me than just the criminal I may appear to be."

His s/o felt a surge of emotion at his words, realizing just how much Fyodor trusted and cared for her. She leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling grateful for the unique and special connection they shared.

As they left the cathedral and walked back out into the dark streets, Fyodor's s/o couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the depth and complexity of the man she had come to love. It had been a date like no other, filled with unexpected moments of romance, intellectual discussion, and deep emotional connection.

—𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Dazai would start the date by taking his s/o to a park, where they could relax and enjoy the beauty of nature. He would bring along a book of poetry and read some of his favorite verses to her, while also engaging in witty banter and playful teasing. For dinner, Dazai would take his s/o to a fancy restaurant, where he would charm the waitstaff and order the most expensive items on the menu. He would insist on paying for everything, despite protests from his s/o, and would use Kunikida's credit card with a mischievous grin. After dinner, Dazai would take his s/o to a small, cozy jazz club, where they could listen to live music and dance together. He would whisper sweet nothings in her ear and make her feel like the only person in the room. Dazai would also take his s/o to a carnival, where they could indulge in cotton candy, popcorn, and rides. He would win her a giant stuffed animal and tease her about how cute she looked carrying it around. Dazai would surprise his s/o by taking her on a hot air balloon ride, where they could enjoy stunning views of the city from above. He would hold her close and tell her stories about his past adventures, making her feel like she was part of his daring world. For a more low-key date, Dazai would take his s/o to a bookstore, where they could browse and share their favorite books with each other. He would show off his vast knowledge of literature and poetry and make her laugh with his sarcastic commentary. Dazai would also take his s/o to an art museum, where they could admire the beauty of masterpieces from around the world. He would point out hidden details and tell her stories about the artists and their lives. For a more adventurous date, Dazai would take his s/o on a hiking trip, where they could explore the great outdoors together. He would pack a picnic lunch and find a secluded spot where they could enjoy the scenery and each other's company. Dazai would surprise his s/o by taking her to a hidden speakeasy, where they could drink prohibition-era cocktails and listen to live jazz music. He would be the life of the party, charming everyone in the room and making his s/o feel like the luckiest person alive. For a cozy night in, Dazai would make dinner for his s/o and they could watch a movie together. He would choose a classic romantic comedy and make funny commentary throughout, making his s/o laugh and feel at ease. Dazai would take his s/o on a road trip, exploring new places and having spontaneous adventures along the way. He would make silly jokes and sing along to the radio, making the journey as enjoyable as the destination. For a final surprise, Dazai would take his s/o to a secluded beach, where they could watch the sunset together. He would express his love for her in a heartfelt speech, telling her how much she means to him and how lucky he is to have her in his life. They would share a passionate kiss as the sun disappeared below the horizon.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Dazai and his s/o had been planning their date for weeks, and he wanted to make it a night to remember. He had arranged for a private dinner on a rooftop overlooking the city, with fairy lights strung up around the perimeter and a live jazz band playing in the background.

As they arrived, Dazai took his s/o's hand and led her to their table, where a bottle of their favorite wine was waiting for them. "I hope you like the view," he said with a smile, gesturing to the city skyline. "I thought this would be the perfect spot for our special night."

His s/o couldn't help but feel impressed by the effort he had put into the evening. "Dazai, this is amazing," she said, still taking in the scenery. "I can't believe you went through all this trouble for me."

Dazai shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? I'm a romantic at heart. Plus, it gives me an excuse to wear my favorite suit," he added with a wink.

They settled into their seats, and the band began to play a slow, romantic tune. Dazai took his s/o's hand across the table and gazed into her eyes. "You know, I can't imagine spending my time with anyone else," he said sincerely. "You bring so much joy and excitement into my life."

His s/o felt a warm blush spreading across her cheeks. "Dazai, you're too sweet," she said with a shy smile.

Their dinner arrived, and they savored each bite, sipping on their wine and chatting about their lives and dreams. Dazai told her stories about his time working with the Agency and the adventures he had been on, while his s/o shared her own experiences and aspirations.

After dinner, they moved to a small dance floor set up nearby, where the band had switched to an upbeat tune. Dazai took his s/o in his arms, and they began to sway to the rhythm. "You know, I could get used to this," he said, spinning her around. "The music, the view, and most of all, being with you."

His s/o smiled and leaned in closer. "Me too, Dazai," she whispered. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

They danced for what felt like hours, lost in their own world of romance and happiness. As the night drew to a close, Dazai pulled his s/o into a tight embrace. "Thank you for an unforgettable evening," he said softly. "I love you."

His s/o's heart swelled with emotion, and she replied, "I love you too, Dazai. Let's do this again soon." They shared a tender kiss as the band played one last song, sealing their love for each other and their unforgettable date.

—𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚

Chuuya would take his s/o to a fancy French restaurant, where they would be served a three-course meal with fine wine. He would be dressed in his best suit and tie, and his s/o would be wearing a beautiful dress. He would compliment her and tell her how stunning she looks. During the meal, Chuuya would engage in witty banter with his s/o, making her laugh with his sarcastic humor. He would tell her stories about his missions as a mafia executive at the Port Mafia, and she would listen intently, fascinated by his bravery and skill. After dinner, Chuuya would take his s/o to a rooftop bar overlooking the city. They would sit on a comfortable couch, sipping on wine and talking about their hopes and dreams for the future. Chuuya would share his own ambitions with his s/o, and she would encourage him to pursue them. As the night went on, Chuuya would become more relaxed and affectionate with his s/o. He would wrap his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him, and tell her how much he cares about her. He would whisper sweet nothings in her ear, making her blush. Chuuya would then suggest they take a walk along the riverfront. They would hold hands and stroll along the promenade, taking in the sights and sounds of the city at night. Chuuya would point out his favorite landmarks and tell his s/o interesting facts about each one. As they walked, Chuuya would notice his s/o shivering in the cool night air. He would take off his coat and wrap it around her shoulders, telling her to keep warm. She would smile at him gratefully, feeling a sense of warmth and security in his arms. Chuuya would then take his s/o to a karaoke bar, where they would sing their hearts out to their favorite songs. He would choose a romantic ballad and sing it to his s/o, looking deeply into her eyes. She would feel her heart swell with emotion, knowing how much he cares for her. After karaoke, Chuuya would suggest they take a stroll through a park. They would walk hand in hand, enjoying the quiet of the night. Chuuya would pick a flower from a bush and give it to his s/o, telling her that it reminded him of her beauty. As they walked, they would come across a street artist playing guitar. Chuuya would suggest they dance to the music, pulling his s/o close to him and swaying to the rhythm. She would feel safe and loved in his arms, knowing that he would always protect her. Eventually, they would make their way back to Chuuya's apartment. He would offer his s/o a nightcap, pouring her a glass of his favorite wine. They would sit on his couch, talking and laughing until the early hours of the morning. Before his s/o left, Chuuya would give her a kiss on the forehead and tell her that he had a wonderful time. He would promise to take her on another date soon, and she would smile at him, feeling happy and content. As his s/o left, Chuuya would lean against the door and sigh, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfillment. He would know that he had found someone special, someone who understood him and loved him for who he is.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Chuuya Nakahara was nervous as he waited for his s/o to arrive at the fancy French restaurant. He had spent hours getting ready, carefully selecting his best suit and tie and making sure every hair was in place. He wanted to make a good impression on his s/o and show her a good time.

Finally, he saw her walk through the door, wearing a stunning dress that took his breath away. He stood up and greeted her, telling her how beautiful she looked.

"Wow, you look absolutely stunning," he said, holding out a hand to help her with her chair.

She blushed and thanked him, feeling a little overwhelmed by his charm and charisma.

As they sat down to eat, Chuuya engaged in witty banter with his s/o, making her laugh with his sarcastic humor. She found herself enjoying his company more and more, impressed by his intelligence and quick wit.

"So, what made you choose this restaurant?" she asked, sipping on her wine.

"Well, I figured if I'm going to take someone as amazing as you out on a date, I better do it right," he said, winking at her.

They talked about everything from their favorite books to their wildest dreams, and Chuuya found himself opening up to her more than he ever had to anyone else.

"You know, I've never told anyone this before, but I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar," he said, taking a sip of his wine.

"Really? That's amazing. What's stopping you?" she asked, genuinely interested.

"I guess I just never found the time. But maybe I could make some time if I had someone to practice with," he said, giving her a playful smile.

After dinner, Chuuya took his s/o to a rooftop bar overlooking the city. They sipped on cocktails and talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, and Chuuya felt a sense of warmth and affection towards his s/o that he had never felt before.

"I know this might sound crazy, but I feel like I could talk to you forever," he said, looking into her eyes.

"I feel the same way. It's like we just click," she replied, smiling back at him.

As the night went on, Chuuya became more relaxed and affectionate with his s/o. He took her for a walk along the riverfront, holding her hand and pointing out his favorite landmarks. They sang karaoke together, danced to street music, and talked until the early hours of the morning.

Finally, as his s/o prepared to leave, Chuuya kissed her on the forehead and told her that he had a wonderful time.

"Thank you for such an amazing evening. I can't wait to do this again," he said, holding her close.

She smiled back at him, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

"I had a great time too. You're amazing," she replied.

He promised to take her on another date soon and watched as she walked away, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment.

As he walked back to his apartment, Chuuya felt his heart swell with emotion. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he knew that he had found something special with his s/o.

"I think I'm falling for her," he thought to himself, smiling to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

—𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

Ranpo would take his s/o to a high-end bakery to indulge in some of his favorite sweets. He would pick out a variety of pastries and cakes for them to try, eager to see their reaction to his personal favorites. As they walked through the city, Ranpo would point out small details and quirks that he's noticed about various buildings and landmarks. He would get excited when his s/o picks up on the details he's pointing out, feeling like he's sharing his unique perspective with someone who appreciates it. Ranpo would take his s/o to a mystery-themed escape room. While it might not be as difficult for him as it is for others, he would still enjoy watching his s/o try to solve the puzzles and get excited when they finally make it out. For a more relaxed date, Ranpo would take his s/o to a bookstore. He would wander the aisles with them, making recommendations and discussing different books and authors. He might even challenge them to find a book that he hasn't read yet. Ranpo would take his s/o on a picnic in the park, complete with a basket full of sweets and treats. As they enjoy their meal, Ranpo would tell his s/o stories of his past cases, getting animated as he recalls the details. For a more adventurous date, Ranpo would take his s/o on a mystery scavenger hunt through the city. He would give them clues and riddles to solve that would lead them to various landmarks and interesting locations. Ranpo would take his s/o to an art museum, using his powers of observation to point out details that others might miss. He would even create a fun game out of it, challenging his s/o to spot certain details in the paintings. Ranpo would take his s/o to a magic show, thrilled by the mystery and intrigue of the performance. He would try to guess how the illusions are done, but would enjoy being surprised by the trickery. Ranpo would take his s/o to a karaoke bar, picking out some of his favorite songs and getting excited when his s/o joins in. He might even make up silly dances to go along with the songs. Ranpo would take his s/o to a retro arcade, eager to show off his skills at various games. He would also enjoy playing games with his s/o, making bets on who can get the highest score. For a more relaxing date, Ranpo would take his s/o to a hot spring resort. He would love lounging in the warm water and enjoying the scenery, indulging in some sweets along the way. Ranpo would take his s/o to a high-end restaurant, thrilled to try out new and unique dishes. He would make recommendations to his s/o, encouraging them to try something they've never had before. As they eat, Ranpo would chat excitedly about his latest case, eager to share the details with his s/o.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Edogawa Ranpo was feeling bored, as he sat in his office and stared out of the window. He thought of ways to spend his day off, but nothing really caught his interest. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He picked up his phone and called his significant other.

"Hello, my dear. Are you free today? I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me," Ranpo said in a playful tone.

"Of course, I am free today. What did you have in mind?" his s/o replied.

"Well, I was thinking we could go to a sweet shop and indulge ourselves in some delicious desserts. Then, we could go to the park and solve a mystery or two. How does that sound?" Ranpo said, excitement creeping into his voice.

His s/o smiled, knowing how much Ranpo loved sweets and mystery-solving. "That sounds like a perfect date, Ranpo."

The two of them went to a cute little sweet shop, where Ranpo picked out a variety of desserts to try. He couldn't contain his excitement and kept taking pictures of the desserts and posting them on his social media. His s/o just laughed and enjoyed watching him enjoy himself.

After they finished their desserts, they headed to the park. Ranpo's sharp eyes quickly picked up on some strange occurrences and he excitedly pulled out his notebook to start solving the mystery.

His s/o watched as Ranpo scribbled down notes and asked questions to passerby. They couldn't help but feel grateful for having such a talented and fun partner.

As they solved the mystery, the sun began to set and the sky turned into a beautiful orange hue. Ranpo's s/o couldn't help but feel happy and content, knowing that they had spent a wonderful day with their significant other.

"Thank you for such a lovely day, Ranpo," his s/o said, smiling.

Ranpo grinned back at them. "No, thank you for accompanying me. It was a great day indeed."

—𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

Nikolai takes his s/o to a bird sanctuary where they can see different species of birds. He shares his fascination with them and how he admires their freedom. During their date, Nikolai poses silly "quizzes" and riddles to his s/o. He enjoys seeing their reactions and how they try to solve them. They have a picnic together in a park. Nikolai brings a basket full of Ukrainian snacks and sweets, sharing stories about his homeland and culture. Nikolai takes his s/o on a surprise adventure, which turns out to be a fun scavenger hunt around the city. He disguises himself a few times to help them complete the challenges. They go to an amusement park, and Nikolai is thrilled to go on every single ride, even the scary ones. He laughs and screams, enjoying the thrill of it all with his s/o. Nikolai takes his s/o to a dance class, where they learn traditional Ukrainian dances. He's excited to share a piece of his culture with them and is impressed by how quickly they catch on. They visit an art museum, and Nikolai spends time admiring the paintings and sculptures. He shares his love for art with his s/o, and they have deep conversations about their interpretations of the pieces. Nikolai takes his s/o to a Ukrainian restaurant, where they try traditional dishes like borscht and varenyky. He's proud to share his favorite foods with them and tells stories about his family's recipes. They go on a hike together, and Nikolai is amazed by the natural beauty surrounding them. He takes lots of pictures and videos to capture the moment and shares them with his s/o. Nikolai surprises his s/o with a trip to a comedy club. He loves making people laugh, and they have a great time together, enjoying the stand-up acts and improv performances. They have a movie night at home, and Nikolai picks out some of his favorite Ukrainian films to watch with his s/o. He cuddles up next to them, and they enjoy the movies together. Nikolai takes his s/o on a trip to Ukraine, where he shows them around his hometown and introduces them to his family. They try more traditional foods, explore the countryside, and visit important historical sites. Nikolai is thrilled to share his homeland with his s/o and create unforgettable memories together.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Nikolai had planned a perfect date for his s/o. They arrived at the bird sanctuary, and Nikolai eagerly pointed out different species of birds to them.

"Look, that's a bald eagle," he said, pointing to a majestic bird soaring in the sky. "They're one of my favorites."

"I can see why," his s/o said, watching the bird with admiration. "They're so free."

"That's exactly it," Nikolai said, smiling. "I've always admired birds for their freedom. They can go anywhere they want, do anything they want. It's amazing."

As they continued their walk, Nikolai posed silly quizzes and riddles to his s/o, enjoying their reactions.

"Okay, are you ready for another one?" he asked, grinning.

"Bring it on," his s/o replied, playfully rolling their eyes.

Next, they had a picnic in a park. Nikolai had brought a basket full of Ukrainian snacks and sweets, and he shared stories about his homeland and culture.

"This is called varenyky," he said, holding up a dumpling. "It's filled with potatoes and cheese. My grandmother used to make these all the time."

"It's delicious," his s/o said, taking a bite. "Thank you for sharing this with me."

Nikolai had planned a surprise adventure for his s/o, which turned out to be a fun scavenger hunt around the city. He disguised himself a few times to help them complete the challenges, and they laughed and had a great time.

"This is so much fun," his s/o said, smiling. "I can't believe you put all of this together."

"It was my pleasure," Nikolai said, taking their hand. "I just wanted to create a special day for us."

Later on, they went to an amusement park, and Nikolai eagerly went on every ride, even the scary ones.

"Come on, let's go on this one!" he said, dragging his s/o towards a roller coaster.

"I don't know if I can handle it," his s/o said, looking nervous.

"Don't worry, I'll be right here with you," Nikolai said, smiling reassuringly.

They went on the ride together, and Nikolai screamed and laughed, enjoying the thrill of it all with his s/o.

As the day continued, they went to a dance class, visited an art museum, and tried traditional Ukrainian dishes at a restaurant.

"This is amazing," his s/o said, trying a bowl of borscht. "I can't believe how much I'm learning about your culture."

"That's what I wanted," Nikolai said, smiling. "I wanted to share a piece of myself with you."

Finally, Nikolai surprised his s/o with a trip to Ukraine. They explored his hometown, tried more traditional foods, and visited important historical sites.

"I can't believe I'm here," his s/o said, looking around in awe. "This is so beautiful."

"I'm so glad you're here with me," Nikolai said, taking their hand. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

They continued their trip, making unforgettable memories and falling deeper in love with each other.

This is so long lmao

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[downundergarfield]

Dude, the day I finally get ahold of that Sniper ass… anyway… please a sniper x f!reader who is also pretty introverted and the two start hanging out together in private bc she cannot stand how loud the other mercs be sometimes. Thank you <3

That sounds so sweet, dear anon. This is what I managed to compose:

Sniper × F!reader they start hanging out together because they can't stand how noisy everyone else is.

Friday afternoon. The sun was covered with clouds and the whole day was flooded with a hundred shades of gray. A sticky feeling of some kind of fatigue and sadness hung heavily on your shoulders. You looked at the bustling mercenaries who were preparing for some kind of holiday or party. The Soldier shouted something commanding at the others, the Scout shouted something in response. Everyone was fussing and the noise made your head spin. You sighed after looking at it and went to a place familiar to you, and only to you. Along the way, Pyro stuck to you, they asked where you were going, mumbling something worriedly. You said you wanted to be alone and Pyro understood that.

A small library. The mercenaries could not boast of a special zeal for reading, there were not many books on this. Shelves, too, but they served more as the walls of a small maze. There was no light in the room. Because no one is sitting here, why conduct electricity here?

You sat down between the shelves, sighing heavily. You took out a flashlight, a favorite book and were able to enjoy quiet solitude in this dusty remote room. There was almost no noise, except that the rain was drumming on the glass. When did it start? Apparently the weather is also not up to the festivities. Calm and quiet. Even your head almost doesn't hurt.

You were already beginning to nod off, when your rest was interrupted by a sound on the left. You looked there, peering fearfully into the darkness. A tall, stooped figure stood in the thick black darkness. Hastily grabbing a flashlight, you shone it in its direction. The light fell on the scarlet shirt. There was a hoarse little moan.

"-aagh, not in the eyes, mate!"

He was covering his blinded eyes with his hands. Oh, thank God, it's just the Sniper.

"what are you doing here?"

You whispered, looking at the lanky man.

"that's what I 'ave to ask ya"

He rubbed his blinded eyes and then put his glasses back on.

You raised one eyebrow.

"- I'm taking a break from these goons. Too much noise."

He chuckled.

"-surprised. 'm also hiding from these wanka's."

Silence reigned. You shone on his body without getting into his eyes. He was looking at you through reflective glasses. An awkward pause. Damn, what else can you say?

"-sit down?"

You nod, he carefully sits down next to you, looking into the empty darkness of the library.

"-often here?"

You nod.

"- when they start making noise."

"-same."

You're both at a loss for words. But it's nice for you to realize that you're not the only one. Not one quiet guy. He pauses, looks at you in this light lantern light and slowly leans closer. You can smell tobacco and fresh wood.

"what are you reading?"

You don't immediately gather your words and tell him about the contents of the book, about the characters, about your favorite story from there. He smiles softly, listening to you attentively. You don't raise your voice, speak softly, and he answers you no less softly. Here his hoarse raspy voice feels really cozy. It's like hanging out with a cool uncle.

"- This is quite interestin', also have something to tell...."

He tells you about the things he has seen, and you respond. Once you philosophize. Once you discuss others. Gently laugh it off, chuckling softly. And then be silent again.

Comfort warms you and you do not notice how you are leaning on his shoulder. He shudders and is ready to swear that an army of goosebumps ran over his skin. But he didn't object. The sound of the rain lulled, and the warmth from his body warmed. You didn't even notice how you fell asleep, having knocked out the flashlight. You will wake up later when the sun hits your eyes. The Sniper will be right there, sleeping on one of the bookshelves. One thing will catch your attention. His vest covers you. How cute.

#garfieldwriting #tf2 sniper #tf2 x you #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #tf2 x reader #mick mundy

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hello:)

so I was looking thru ur pinned post and saw that u wrote for Harry Potter and was wondering if you would do a fic for George Weasley? ( fem reader pls) but basically, I was just kind of thinking of an introverted Gryffindor who loves books and George meets them and they both (very obvious to others) have a crush on each other? Maybe George just asks them for book recs even tho he had no interest in reading before just so he can find a way to talk to the reader? I know you have a lot of fics in the making so take ur time please<3

A HP REQUEST?? This is amazing I'm so excited to be branching out from maze runner again, and I absolutely love this request it's super cute ❤❤. Ty for being so kind and sweet as well :)

Umm :D So I wrote the above ^^^ response as soon as the request came in and now... IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS IM SO SORRY ANON!! Hope you're still out there to read 😭

It's a love story

George Weasley x fem!reader

I am not British *thumbs up in australian* so prepare either for out-of-place non-british dialogue or cringe attempts to fit into the universe. idk which one it's gonna be so I guess we'll find out

3.1k words

Warnings: language (swearing)

You turn the corner and register a flash of red hair before colliding hard with a body.

"Shit!"

You groan as you sit up, staring around to see your books have been knocked out of your arms and onto the floor.

"Fuck, sorry, listen I've gotta-"

"Weasley!"

You turn in surprise as Filch marches down the corridor, fist raised with an expression of rage on his face.

"Shit," you whisper.

"Yeah," says the person who knocked you over, who you've now found is none other than George Weasley. Of course, the guy you've kinda sorta maybe liked for years is only talking to you after literally bowling you over.

"Here." He points his wand and charms all your books into little palm-sized rectangles, before gathering them up and stuffing them in his pockets. "We've gotta go."

"Where?" you stare around the empty corridor, unable to find a decent hiding spot.

"Follow me." George leads you over to a dusty-looking tapestry and ducks behind it.

"What the-"

"Come on!" he reaches out and grabs your hand, tugging you in.

You stumble through the gap between the tapestry and the wall, practically falling into George's chest.

"Sorry," you mutter, and you're glad it's dark because you can feel your face blushing like crazy.

"I know you're 'round 'ere, Weasley," you hear Filch snarl from outside.

You hear him muttering to himself as his footsteps eventually recede, and you let out a breath. "He's gone."

You turn to push through the tapestry to get out, only to be met with a thin slab of solid stone. "What-"

George winces. "Yeah, once you get in here it closes for about half an hour."

"Half an hour?" you repeat incredulously.

You can barely see his nod in the dark. "I mean, one of them closes for two hours once you get in, so half isn't too bad."

There's beat of silence, before, "Lumos."

The tip of George's wand lights up, illuminating the small space. "Oh, it's you," he says, seemingly on instinct the moment the light appears.

"Pardon?"

He seems to catch himself, shaking his head. "Nevermind, just- Here, sit down."

You sit down on the floor with your legs crossed, heart skipping a beat as your knee brushes against his in the cramped space.

"We're in the same Transfiguration class, aren't we?" asks George.

"I- yeah." You're pleasantly surprised by that. You tend to be pretty quiet in class, mostly keeping to yourself.

"You're always the first person to get a new transfiguration successfully. Bird to glass on the first try, right?"

"I- yeah," you say, warming at the recognition of the hard work you've always put into Transfiguration.

He nods. "Took me the whole lesson to get that one right. Hey, I never caught your name in class?"

"It's L/n," you say. "Y/n L/n."

"Good to meet ya, Y/n," he grins. "I'm George."

"I know," you can't help but say, smiling slightly.

"Oh, your books." George empties his pockets of your miniaturised books. "Engorgio." He waves his wand over them, changing them back to their normal size.

"Thanks," you say, pulling them towards you and stacking them up.

"You read a lot?"

You smile to yourself, picturing the dozens of books you go through in a term. "Just a bit."

"Sure," says George, eyeing the four novels sitting in front of you now.

Before long, you reach out and push against the tapestry, finding it to be cloth again instead of stone.

"Time to go?" George stands and pushes through, and you follow him into the corridor.

"Finally," you say, stretching before grabbing your books.

"Sorry about earlier," says George with a sheepish smile. "And for trapping you for half an hour."

You shake your head. "It's okay."

He grins at you. "Alright then, see you 'round Y/n."

You stand still, rooted to the ground as he leaves, waving behind him, and something in you clicks. Oh shit.

⭒----⭒

Any thoughts about George a put aside for the night when you settle down with your book.

The common room late at night is your happy place. Most people are sleeping in the dorms, save for a couple 6th years finishing their assignments.

You tune out their little whisperings as you sit beside the crackling fire, and you can just pretend you're alone in the common room, getting lost in your book.

Before long, you're actually alone, with the remaining people all retreating to their dorms - except for one that you haven't noticed.

George is sitting across the room, barely paying attention to the essay he's meant to be editing. Every so often, he glances up at you without you noticing.

After years of sharing the same Transfig class, something about you has piqued George's interest, though he's always tried to mark it down as pure curiosity.

He can't believe it's taken literally knocking you to the ground to get your attention, and he doesn't understand how he hadn't properly met you before earlier that day. But now, he can't seem to resist the strange pull you have on him.

Get yourself together, you've only met once, idiot. George frowns as he silently berates himself, but he can't help but watch as you repeatedly flick away a strand of hair that keeps falling into your eyes.

Fuck it. Go talk to her.

George stands abruptly, nearly knocking over a goblet in the process.

You, the oblivious centre of all his thoughts for the past few hours, are still just sitting beside the fire, reading your book.

"Hey."

You jerk slightly in surprise, grabbing your book as it starts sliding out of your lap.

"Um, hi. What's up?" you manage to say coolly.

George blanks. He hadn't exactly come in with a plan. He glances down at the assignment he'd been working on; good enough. "Did you finish that work Flitwick gave us?"

"I haven't yet," you say slowly, slightly confused as to why he's here. "I've just gotta write a conclusion and edit the rest."

"I haven't got a clue how to write the damn conclusion," says George, flopping down beside you and complaining about the rigid essay structure.

You realise as he's talking that it's strangely intimate. Earlier, you'd been sitting on the floor with your back leaning on a couch and your knees up, braced against the coffee table.

Now, you're both wedged between said couch and table, and despite the generous space between the two of you, you feel oddly close to him.

"Can I read yours?" he asks, pointing to where your assignment has been sitting since you gave up and decided to just read your book.

"Sure," you say, sliding it to him.

He leans against the couch as he skims your work, fingers tapping absent-mindedly.

"God you write like a professor, Y/n," comments George. "...the fuck are all these words- incandescence?"

"I... read a little," you say with a little smile, cheeks warming at the way your name sounds in his mouth.

He glances up at you. "This is brilliant. So you've just got the conclusion to do?"

You nod, taking back the assignment as he pushes it to you.

You end up staying up way longer than you'd intended, talking to George as the conversation topic quickly strays away from any Charms essays.

By the time you go to your dorms, you haven't even finished your conclusion.

⭒----⭒

"Mate, you're not nearly as subtle as you think you are," says Fred, elbowing his brother.

George elbows him right back. "What're you on about?"

"The staring," says Fred, grin teasing. "It's getting embarrassing. If whatever little crush you've now got starts affecting my reputation, we're gonna have to have a chat about this twin thing."

George rolls his eyes. "Git."

"So..." Fred drags out the word. "Who is it then?"

He jerks his chin towards the group of girls on the other side of the Gryffindor breakfast table, where George had been conspicuously staring at you all morning.

"The one on the left - Y/L/N, she's in our Transfig class."

"Oh!" says Fred, eyes lighting up in understanding. "Oh she's great, I did a project with her once. Quiet type, bookish. Fun, though. Pretty, too," he adds, raising an eyebrow at George.

"Shut it," retorts George. "What should I do then?"

"I don't fuckin' know Georgie, just go talk to her. Ask for book recommendations or something."

"That's... actually a decent idea."

" 'course it is," says Fred. "Anything to get you guys together as fast as possible so I don't have to deal with your lovesick horsecrap."

⭒----⭒

A Quidditch game has just finished (Gryffindor victory, of course), and you're avoiding the inevitable party in the common room. You can enjoy parties on a good day, but you're just not feeling it right now.

So you're in the library, wandering around as you wait for dinner.

"Y/n!" You turn to see George doing a weird half-run toward you, not wanting to be yelled at for running in the library.

"Oh, George. Hey."

"I figured you'd be in here," he says.

"You figured...?"

"Well," he raises an eyebrow at you. "Since you read a little."

You huff out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "So why were you looking for me?"

You try to listen as he speaks, but you're immediately distracted by just about everything about him.

His cheeks are flushed red, probably cause he just transitioned from the cold outside to the heated library, and his hair is windswept and slightly wet from melted snowflakes.

He's gotten rid of his Quidditch gear, but it's strange to see him in just the casual clothes students usually wear in the dorms and common room again.

And he's still speaking. Pay attention, Y/n.

"Anyways, I just wanted to find you, cause you know, hobbies... and literature, are really... important. And the Christmas holidays are coming up. So I just wanted to ask if you had any recommendations."

You frown slightly as you remember it's only the start of November, and he barrels on, almost seeming nervous.

"For books, I mean. To read, over the holidays. I don't, uh- come in here very often, so I don't know what's good. You seemed like a good person to ask." He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck as he speaks, giving you a hopeful smile.

"I am," you say with a smirk. You straighten up confidently, banishing any nervousness because books; books you can do.

"Great," says George. "What've you got for me, Y/L/N?"

"Well what kind of books do you like?"

His grin falters. "Um-"

"Fiction, non-fiction, stories, biographies?"

"...stories?"

"Sure." You navigate to another aisle, moving into the more fiction-y section. "Action, ooh- historical, adventure, romance?" You lift an eyebrow at the last one.

"I-" He clears his throat, and you smile slightly to yourself. "Action is good, I think," he says uncertainly.

You scan the shelf currently at your eye level, before picking out a book. "I love this one," you tell him. "Pretty fast paced, which might be good for you. Also, dragons."

"Dragons," he repeats. "Great."

"How many books are you looking for?" you ask.

"Just one, I think. I wanna... get into reading, before the holidays start."

"Sure," you say, holding the book out to him.

It's like sun breaking through, when he smiles in return. "Do you think we could meet up?" he begins. "To talk about the book once I've read it?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," you smile. "And you have to tell me what you like, so I can recommend you the next one."

"Excellent."

⭒----⭒

Ever since giving George that first book you've started seeing him almost every day.

The two of you can be found huddled together in the little nooks around the library, or behind the greenhouses, or down by the lake, talking about books and school and everything in between.

But soon the holidays arrive, and you're saying goodbye to him and the rest of your friends.

Your parents are being forced to travel a lot over Christmas for work, so the first month of the holiday flies by in a whirlwind of tea in the morning with the few remaining students in Hogwarts, long peaceful walks on the grounds, and lots and lots of reading.

You've devoured a row of books in the library by the time Christmas has passed, and you've planned to go through another row, when George materialises in the common room one day, two weeks after Christmas.

"George?" you exclaim, spotting him in the common room.

He turns as he hears your voice, and his face splits into a wide grin. Without hesitation, he runs up to you and pulls you into a hug, lifting you just slightly above the floor.

Your heart swells as his laughter rings in the air, and suddenly everything is complete.

"I missed you so much," you tell him, almost surprised at your own admission. Truth is, Hogwarts is beautiful during Christmas, but it's a little lonely with everyone else having gone home.

George's responding smile is worth the wait though, and he tosses an arm around your shoulder as he leads you out of the common room.

"C'mon, it's a Hogsmeade day. No time to waste!"

⭒----⭒

The two of you settle down at a table in the Three Broomsticks, grabbing Butterbeers as you go.

"Alright then, Weasley. Did you get through the holiday book I got you?"

He smiles. "I did. And you know what I was thinking when I read it?"

"What?"

"Y/n would hate Chaolie, and she'd love Alosia."

You blink in surprise. "I- yeah, those are my exact thoughts on the book."

George smirks. "See? I know you."

"I mean yeah, I loved every chapter Alosia was in; she's my favourite. Typical, I know, everyone likes the side characters, but god, Allo would've been so much better as a main character than fucking Chaolie. G.T.L. is brilliant- we know that, she fits insane arcs and storylines into a single book, but please,-"

George listens, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth, as you continue rambling animatedly about the book, your hands gesturing enthusiastically as you speak.

"And the cover: gorgeous. You know stories like this can have the silliest cover art if they're not done well, and the choice to go almost muggle-style with a non-moving cover is perfect."

You brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, oblivious to the way George tracks the movement, desperately wanting to reach out and tuck it behind your ear for you.

The bell on the door chimes and you look over George's shoulder to see a bunch of familiar redheads walking in.

"Ah, Y/n," says Fred, floating towards your table. "Lovely to finally see you again after having to hear so much about you over Christmas."

You giggle as George thumps his brother with his book, face turning almost as red as his hair. "Stupid- git."

"This is the Y/n?" says Ron, another one of George's brothers.

His sister joins in too. "Ah, so you're the reason we had to come back early."

"Early?" you repeat, confused.

"Enough," snaps George. "Piss off, all of you," he says, fruitlessly shoving his siblings away from your table.

He groans. "Come on Y/n, we're leaving." He tugs on your hand, and you snort as his family's antics as you down the last sip of Butterbeer and hop off your seat.

"Until we meet again, Y/n." Fred salutes you as you exit, and you laugh as you wave to the rest of the Weasleys.

"Sorry about them," says George, slightly pink in the cheeks.

"Don't worry," you laugh. "It's fine. But what did Ginny mean when- hey!"

You're cut off as George yanks off his scarf and starts wrapping it around your neck and face. "...It's cold out," he explains weakly as you give him a look.

You pin him down with your gaze, and he sighs. "Fine."

He grabs your hand and leads you away from the Three Broomsticks, brushing snow off a park bench before sitting down.

Every memory he's had with you, every moment he's spent falling for you, flashes through his head.

The shy smile you had in your first few days of meeting, which he could only describe as cute, the mischievous glint in your eye when you'd almost recommended him a romance book, your laugh that he's memorised the sound of... damn it, he better not fuck this up.

You sit down beside him, giving him a concerned look.

"Okay, here it is," he says abruptly. "I like you."

You blink, caught off guard.

"You're so- you're bright," he says. "There's this light in you, and it's so fucking bright, and people don't see it. I don't get that. But whatever, they don't matter. I just mean, I've been pretty much blinded by you since we met... well, since I knocked you over running from Filch. I- god, fuck this metaphor. The point is, every time I'm not with you, I'm just wishing that I was. Cause I like you, and I wish- I'd hoped, that maybe you like me back?"

You're still silent, your brain trying to catch up with what your ears are hearing.

But George takes the silence differently. "It- it's okay if you don't. You know, I don't want to pressure you, at all. It's completely-"

"George." You take his hand. "I like you too, so damn much. I was just... I've never done this before. I didn't know if I should ask you out, or confess, or anything."

George lets out an incredulous breath. "Oh. Well then."

He rests his forehead against yours. "Y/n, will you do me the great honour of becoming my girlfriend."

You're smiling so much it almost hurts. "I'd love to," you whisper.

⭒----⭒

It's only on your first date, that you realise; "You know, we've practically be dating this whole time."

"What do you mean?" asks George, digging into his icecream.

"Meeting up, just the two of us. We've been doing it for ages, except we thought it was just book meetings."

The spoon stills halfway to George's mouth. "...fuck."

You snort, "We're both idiots, aren't we."

"Could've saved me so much grief if I'd known we were already dating. It was well shit, overthinking everything over the holidays."

"You mean when you missed me so much you convinced your whole family to come back to school early?"

"Sod off," he replies, nudging your foot and grinning. "You thought it was cute, anyway."

"I did."

There's a beat, before; "Kissing," you say, pointing your spoon at him. "We weren't totally dating, cause we didn't kiss."

"Right," agrees George, nodding. "Speaking of..."

You let out a laugh, setting your icecream down on the table, and then you let him pull you in.

Silly details cause I can't help myself: Alosia is a music project by dodie, Chaolie is based on Chaol from tog (sorry), and GTL is the fictional author from Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. Thank you for tolerating my self-indulgent easter eggs.

Thank you for reading, everyone! Hope you enjoyed my first fic in the HP universe <3

#harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley #my writing

[elysianavenue]

Loved your MHA oneshot, it was amazing! I am looking forward to see more.

If you're taking quests how about another reader x Todoroki oneshot but where Reader is silent type and stays alone; can be misunderstood as cold but in fact is just insecure deep down (but doesn't like to show it)

Hello anon! I saw this and it put a smile on my face, thank you for being my first request :) also, I absolutely love this idea, so I hope I met your expectations <3

Silence is Golden

Shoto Todoroki x fem! reader

Warnings: exclusion, angry Todoroki, ooc moments, girls being mean

Summary: You've always been the quiet type and when the girls in your class exclude you, the only one, from something, it takes another quiet kid to make you feel better.

Word count: 1.2k

Class 1A didn't know what it was about their classmate, but something about you scared them. Perhaps it was the way you seemed to excel at almost everything and they were just intimidated? Or maybe it was the fact that every single time someone would approach you and you'd look up at them, they'd immediately feel unwelcomed and would walk away. 

Hell, you didn't even know what it was about you. Must be my resting face, you would think to yourself, maybe I should work on that. 

Throughout your entire life, friends, family, teachers, and pretty much every single person you'd ever met, would feel the need to tell you how much of a quiet person you are. As if you didn't already know. 

It's not that you were an introvert, you were a bit of both an extrovert and introvert. It's just that you never really had anything to say. Why must people take that the wrong way?

You sat on one of the common room couches, a book in your hands as you read silently to yourself. The other girls were in the room as well, talking about going shopping. 

"I think it'd be a lot of fun! We should go this Sunday!" Ochaco exclaimed. 

"We should! Then we could go out to eat afterwards," Toru spoke up. 

You hated that sinking loneliness feeling you felt inside of you as you listened to them talk. There were only 7 girls in the class, including yourself. And of course, you were the only one being left out. 

You tried not to get too upset as you reminded yourself that you're the only one to blame. If you wanted to go shopping with the girls, you would've been more outgoing. 

Sighing, you closed your book and stood up. You'd read the rest of it in the comforts of your bedroom. 

You didn't even notice the red and white haired boy walking into the room until you bumped into him. "Ah, my bad, Todoroki," You spoke, your tone holding nothing but kindness. Something people failed to notice the rare times you did speak. 

"I wasn't paying attention either, I'm sorry," Todoroki spoke in the same tone he spoke to everyone with. You did pick up on the tiniest bit of softness it had to it this time, however. 

You smiled up at him, but he frowned which made you frown. "Wha..? I-Is something wrong?" You stuttered, suddenly feeling nervous that he, just like the rest of your class, was afraid of you. Stop, Y/n, he's your friend. 

"Did I hurt you when I bumped into you? You're crying," He responded, concern evident in his heterochromic eyes. 

You blinked, confusion evident in your own eyes, until you in fact felt a couple tears hit your warm cheeks. You quickly wiped them away and shook your head. 

"No, no. I promise I'm okay, it's just a little dusty in here, isn't it? Yeah, it must be Bakugou's turn to dust if it's this dusty," You laughed nervously, remembering why you were sad to begin with. You didn't think you were that sad, though. 

Todoroki squinted his eyes at you, but didn't say anything else. You coughed awkwardly. "Uh, well, I should get going, but, uh, good talk," You cringed at how terrible you were at conversations. 

You didn't allow the poor boy another chance to speak before you ran off to your room. When you got inside, you immediately slammed the door shut and leaned back against it, hands pressed against your face in embarrassment. "Of course it had to be Todoroki I bumped into," You muttered. After all, he was probably the only one you were somewhat good friends with. He 

Groaning in frustration, you collapsed onto your bed, unfortunately allowing your mind to wander back to the girls not inviting you to hang out. You hated that loneliness feeling and yet, it was the only feeling you felt most of the time. 

Meanwhile, Todoroki walked towards the couch where a few of the boys were sitting, the girls still sat in their circle on the floor. 

"Hey, Todoroki. How's it going?" Momo smiled at the boy. He turned his attention to her and the other girls that were now looking in his direction. 

"Hey, Yaoyorozu. Pretty good, how about you?" He cringed at his words. He was never good at small talk. 

"Pretty good, the girls and I are just talking about our weekend plans," She answered. Mina wrapped her arms around Momo and smiled. "It's going to be awesome!" She yelled, excitedly. 

Todoroki thought back to you. He knew that while you were very quiet, you were also very nice, but you still had trouble making friends other than him. But he had hope that these girls saw you the way he did, and he had hope that they didn't make plans to hang out together, without inviting you, right in front of you. 

"That sounds like fun. Is L/n going as well?" He asked, feeling nervous, suddenly. 

The girls all awkwardly glanced at each other. "Uh, well, no. We don't really know her all that well, she's so quiet, you know?" Momo answered, reluctantly. 

Todoroki sighed and leaned his head against his hand. Was that why she was crying? He thought. 

"Not to mention, whenever we try, she always looks so angry. Angrier than Bakugou, and that says a lot," Kyoka spoke up. The girls slowly nodded in agreement. "Maybe if she wasn't so mean..," Ochaco added, which made Todoroki clench his fists. 

"I know she's quiet, but angry? Mean? She's barely said 10 words to anyone since we all started the school year. How would any of you know? I know it's no one's responsibility to make her talk, but if you made the effort to walk up to her and start a conversation before you decided she's angry and mean based off the way you think she looks, then maybe you'd see what a great person she is," Todoroki angrily ranted. 

The girls and everyone in the common room, actually, stared at him in shock. Hell, he himself was shocked. He looked around before standing up and walking out of the room, everyone completely silent. 

You were absentmindedly playing with a page of your book, not really paying attention anymore, when someone knocked on your door. Standing up, you opened it to see Todoroki. You could feel your face heat up as you two stared at each other. 

"Hi? Are you okay?" You asked, confused as to why he looked so frustrated. 

"Do you want to do something on Sunday?" He ignored your question, asking you one of his own. 

Shocked, your eyes widened and your lips parted. "Uh, I..," You stuttered, looking him in the eyes. He patiently awaited your response, so you nodded. "Yes. I'd love to," You answered. 

He nodded back. "Great," He said, looking like he was about to walk away, only to turn back and quickly pull you into a hug. You gasped and stood there for a moment, shocked that Shoto Todoroki was hugging you. Shaking that thought away, you hugged back. 

"I'm sorry," He whispered against your hair. Somehow, you knew what he was talking about, and you felt more tears sting your eyes. Gripping his shirt tightly, you allowed yourself to breakdown in his arms. And you know what, he held you together. 

So, you stood there. Time stopped, and it was just you two in each other's arms, living in the moment. 

"Thank you, Shoto," You tearfully whispered. 

"I've got you, Y/n." 

A/n: I hope you enjoyed this one, it felt a little all over the place to me but overall I'm proud of it. Second person isn't my forte, but I hope to improve that. Keep sending in requests :)

#mha #mha todoroki #shoto todoroki x you #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #anime #todoroki fanfic

[whyareyouhere66]

(Loki anon here I’m sorry I’m still in my fixation and I love ur writing 😭)

Loki x son reader were Loki wasn’t in reader’s life very often and reader slowly grows to hate him for it. But reader ends up going through the same path Loki did by terrorizing Earth/trying to rule it to show he can be better and stronger than his father. I can’t decide how it would end- like reader gets imprisoned after Loki tries to stop him or like, they talk and make up?? Idk😭

(Loving that the only plots I can come up with are full of daddy issues LMAO)

You’re so real for that bro-

never be sorry you’re amazing

I hate being late on requests, I don’t know if you’re still in the Loki fixation I’m really late but I hope you enjoy either way <3 

DNA - !Father! Loki x Male Reader

CW: Loki was kinda a shit dad, mentions of guns in beginning, timeline may not be 100% canon, lazy proof read, long

X

Chaos tumbles in the streets, shouts echoing  from the crowds. 

Ruckus in a small town, built into a crevice in the mountain, it’s far too easy to cause havoc on its streets.

People are rushing to see what has happened at the small museum just down the street to the various neighborhoods, though get pulled away when they see the people running the opposite way. Half aren’t even sure what they’re running from.

The front doors to the museums walls burst open suddenly, a tall figure strutting out of the frame. 

Y/n Odinson, in all his grace.

A few gasps come from the witnesses, eyes widening upon seeing the man. The before untouched museum now holds shattered windows, it looks broken. 

A few spikes of glass crunch under Y/n’s boots, a trail of shards gathered around the door. It takes another moment for people to see the pendant swinging from his clenched fist.

“Stop, now!” The first officer to arrive at the scene, holding a gun in front of him. Just a minute too late, he’s running to catch up. 

A second one appears behind him a moment later, but doesn’t chase, instead crouches behind the hood of his car and points his own gun towards Y/n’s clenched fist.

“We’ll shoot!” He shouts, hearing the sirens of backup following behind. Y/n doesn’t flinch. 

“That doesn’t sound too smart,” The man speaks nonchalantly, further frustrating the cops behind him, “but if you must, I suggest now.” There’s a sly grin on his face when he looks at them over his shoulder. 

So, they do.

A bang pierces the air, and suddenly a bullet is flying. Y/n knows it’s headed his way, but it’s too late anyways. For he was gone the second the trigger was pulled- puffed away with nothing but an imprint of dirt and blue fog left behind. 

People look around, confused.

He’s escaped, and he holds another piece with him. 

***

Y/n Odinson

10:37 pm 

In the dark room, I notice there’s few sources of light for me to work with. 

The window, the clock, and the lamp just to the right of me. 

Even as it becomes later and later into the night, I’m still sitting here, hunched over this damn desk with two of the same  things placed in front of me- one being the necklace stolen mere hours prior. 

Its jewels reflect in the light of the lamp, red and green jewels lining a silver chain. It shines the brightest compared to the dusty old book beside it.

I continue to stare at it, before a frustrated groan rumbles out of my already sore throat. 

“This isn’t going anywhere…” I mumble bitterly. 

I grab the book, pages squished between the leather cover. I run my thumb down the engraved cover, it’s patterns bumping under my finger. There’s a pad of dust on my thumb when I lift it again, a trail left behind on the leather. 

I’m so close- I feel it. Yet in the back of my mind it feels like I’m so, so far. 

The lights coming in from my window distract me for a moment, and I look at all the buildings I’ve looked at everyday. It’s all the same, like I’m exactly where I was yesterday, no more progress than the day before. 

Slowly, my gaze turns back to the desk.

After my father fumbled the Tesseract that first time, I felt even more determined to surpass him.

 To take on the world better than he could have ever imagined, make him feel as stupid as he looked.

I had thought that maybe going a more logical route would be more successful than his try, try, and try again strategy. 

And sometimes I think it’s working.

And then, there’s moments like this, when I’m hunched over a desk with a mind as blank as a void, that I think it really isn’t. 

I run my hands down the side of my face, the heels of my hands pressing into my skin. 

The god of mischief was just as good of a father as you’d expect. 

I remember the nights still, when he shouldve been home, stuck in that run down apartment with his face plastered across the tv, a big mischievous smile because he thought what he did was significant.

It makes me flinch how much I’ve grown to be like him.  

There’s a small crack between the holder and the 3rd gem of the necklace, a gap that would be hard to notice from any other angle. I reach out my thumb, and run it gently along the crack a few times as if to smooth it out. 

Another sigh, and I stand up from my chair. I’ll figure it out. I have to, I’ll do it and I’ll become better than he ever was, as low as that standard may be. 

I just have to do it right.

***

“He did it again.” 

“Who?”

“Who do you think?”

Bruce looks between Tony and the computer curiously, standing up from his work. 

“Don’t tell me.” 

Across the room, Mr. Stark sighs. 

“That son of a bitch.” He mutters, fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose. The headline, big and bold on his screen, “Precious necklace stolen from small town museum- the work of Y/n.” 

“He’s up to something.” Bruce says, moving so he can read the headline over Tony’s shoulder, who just groans.

“He’s not just planning something- he knows something.”

Bruce glances back at the brunette man, “Should we do something to stop him?”

The answer is obvious. 

“We have to.” Tony sighs as his face leaves his hands. “We need him anyways.”

At this, Bruce looks at the man curiously. “We do? Why?”

Tony stares straight into the pixels of his screen.

“Because I know what he’s planning.”

***

It’s a slower day in downtown DC.

I can’t decide what I’m doing here, nor what I want to be doing. All I know is that I’m getting closer and closer to the capital with no plans of turning around.

There’s a corner coming up, and I turn, not expecting to see the woman around the corner when I do.

Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, looks at me expectantly as we make eye contact. 

“Well hello.” She says smoothly, giving me only a second to process before lunging for me. I feel a tingling in my palm, sparks of blue seeping through my fingers. 

“Oh, what a nice surprise.” I mock her, and she’s about to reach me. But just before she can make contact, I’m out of there again. 

I leave her on the sidewalk with nothing but the same blue fog as always, appearing back in an alleyway a few blocks down. Thinking I’m alone, the sparks fade from my fist. But another voice makes itself known before I can even turn around.

“-well that was easy.”

I spin around only to see Captain America at the other end of the alleyway. My eyes narrow- they’re kidding.

“Well doesn’t this work out well.”

Another glance behind me and I can see that Natasha has caught up to me much quicker than I had expected. I raise an eyebrow. 

“So you brought a friend? That’s nice.” I remark, before throwing a swift punch her way. She jumps back, just before I can hit. 

Arms wrap around my neck before I can process anything else- the strong grip from Captain catching me off guard. I try to pry him off of me, leaning my head down and without a second thought I bite him as hard as I can.

With a yelp, he pulls back. 

Blue fog surrounds me before I’m suddenly behind him, swinging my fist so it collided with the back of his head. He stumbles, holding the spot where I hit.

“He bit me!” He yells.

“You strangled me.”

With a groan, and the roll of her eyes, Natasha pounces on me again.

There’s struggling as she pushes my body backwards, but I continue to fight back until she suddenly backs away from me.

Confused, I step towards her. But her foot comes at me quicker than I can comprehend.

Next thing I know, my head collides with the strong metal of a shield. Fuck.

“Good work.” I hear faintly, as I’m stumbling to the floor. 

Words morph from Natasha’s mouth, but everything goes black before I can hear anything else.

***

“What are we gonna do with him?” 

Natasha stands across from the glass jail, circular in the center of the room. A bit dehumanizing, really, like some sort of exhibit. My unconscious body is still slumped on the floor, next to the one chair inside the cell. 

“Better yet- where did you get him?”

Thor asks, standing next to Bruce, Steve and Clint. His strong arms are crossed over his chest, and he’s looking around waiting for an answer.

“We think he’ll be useful in the plan against Thanos.” Tony answers, far too nonchalant for the situation, “he might be looking for the same stones we are.” He spins around in his chair, back now facing the computer he was just looking at to look at his teammates. A sound close to a scoff comes from Thor.

“You know that’s my nephew, right?” He points to my body, “unconscious in your little glass cage?” 

Tony rolls his eyes, rolls his head to the side. “I am well aware, Thor.”

“Wait, hold on-“ Bruce speaks up, processing far slower than Tony would like, “so we just kidnapped him? That was the plan?”

Natasha clicks her tongue. “Pretty much…”

“And are-“

Small plastic wheels scrape the floor as Tony abruptly stands up. So impatient, he claps his hands together to grab everyone’s attention.

“Glad we’ve established the obvious, how about we let me talk now.”

Thor immediately brushes him off- much to Tony’s annoyance. The muscular man steps forward and raises an eyebrow at the shorter man, who looks up at him with disinterest through the thick frames of his glasses. 

“What does Y/n have to do with any of this?” He asks with crossed arms. Tony sighs. 

“He recently stole this from some small town in the west,” Tony hands the blonde man a picture of the necklace, “looks important, part of a plan. We think he’ll be a good weapon against Thanos, and it’s a good excuse to see what’s up with the necklace.”

Thor examines the picture, eyes flickering to the glass occasionally. It still feels a bit absurd, though. 

“You really think he’s up to something big, huh.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.” Everyone’s gazes turn to Clint, “he is Loki’s kid, isn’t he?”

Thor doesn’t respond, he doesn’t have to because Tony is talking once more.

“Oh he’s Loki’s kid, alright.” He says.

“So, how do we plan to get him in on this, exactly?” Steve finally steps in.

It goes quiet, for a second, though the awkward glances are quite loud. 

“…I mean…we could get Loki in on this too.” Bruce answers after too long of a pause. Immediately, Thor shakes his head with a mighty laugh. 

“Oh no, no we aren’t doing that.” 

“That would work.” 

The blonde man snaps his head over to Tony. 

“Uh, no. Believe me, it wouldn’t.”

But he is once again ignored, instead walking away from the room and leaving the rest of the curious Avengers behind. But Thor follows. 

“Stark!” He shouts, following him out and down the hallway despite the sigh that he is met with.

“What, Thor.”

“You will not bring Loki here.” He says firmly, even if the words don’t make it through the stubbornness of Tony’s brain.

“And why’s that?”

“It’s a horrible idea-“

“You got a better one?”

Becoming exasperated, Thor throws his hands up before the drop to his sides. “I’ll do it, I’ll convince him.”

Tony scoffs. “Right, cause you’re so good at that.” He goes to walk away again, but still, Thor persists.

“It won’t work if Loki tries-“

“How do you know? Hmm?” Tony gives Thor a look, something so knowing that it frustrates Thor to no end, “when was the last time you talked to Y/n? Or Loki, for that matter?”

He wasn’t going to get anywhere with this. Tony’s too stubborn, too head strong to negotiate right now. So, Thor only shakes his head. 

“Fine, do it your way, you’ll see.”

“That we will.”

***

By the time I’ve woken up, it’s far later in the afternoon. 

I try to sit up, head throbbing from the start of a migraine, when I realize I have no clue where I am. 

The edges of my vision blur together while I stumble up, so dizzying I nearly have to sit down again. Below me, my knees feel weak, like they could give out at any moment. But I stand anyways, stand and wait for the feeling in my muscles and bones to come back to me.

“Well, look who’s awake.” 

I whirl around, just close enough to knocking myself out again, and watch the figure outside of this…glass wall, stand up.

“Stark,” I mumble, rubbing the sore spot on my head, “should’ve known it’d be Stark.”

“Good morning to you too, Y/n.” 

I turn to see Natasha once more, how familiar. She’s leaning against one of the desks, and next to her are Bruce, Steve and Thor. I raise an eyebrow.

“Thor.”

He just nods awkwardly. “Hi Y/n.”

I look around, spinning, and chuckle. “Really brought in the whole gang, huh?” 

On the other side of the glass, Tony takes off his glasses to wipe at the lenses carefully. He looks uninterested as usual. 

Someone tries to talk to me again, but I’m already feeling the sparks of blue on my skin once more. 

“Uh, hey-“

“He’ll be fine.”

My head bangs against glass, and I’m sent back stumbling.

“What the fuck-“ My hand flies to my forehead, where I can already feel a bruise forming.

“The glass is a strong barrier,” Steve winks, “can’t get out.”

His cocky gaze makes me uncomfortable, but I should’ve known it wouldn’t be so easy. Nothing here ever is. 

I scoff, clicking my tongue. “Do you treat all your hostages like circus monkeys or am I just special?” 

“I’ll let you decide on that one.” Tony replies, settling his glasses back onto his face. “Now let’s get down to business.”

The room, now that I get a decent look at it, is pretty artificial. A large computer, followed by a smaller computer, scattered paperwork, a few glasses stained with the remnants of alcohol. Just about what I’d expect.

My uncle is sitting back, next to Banner, his big arms crossed against his chest. He doesn’t look as calm or boastful as usual, instead glancing at the large doors. I furrow my eyebrows, following his gaze, but no one is there.

“We know you’re planning something.”

My eyes flicker to Steve, meeting his expectant gaze. I raise an eyebrow at him mockingly.

“Oh? Well that’s wonderful, though I thought I was quite obvious.”

Steve rolls his eyes, not amused. “Yeah, well, we are too,” he takes a step closer to me, “and we want you to be a part of it.”

I pause.

Visibly processing, it takes me a minute.

“…what?”

“I saw your little necklace heist the other day, since you’re so good at stealing think you could steal some stones for us?” Tony cuts in, raising an eyebrow at me. 

“You want me to steal stuff for you.”

“Well, and other stuff.” Bruce shrugs. He flinches away from my deadpan.

With the click of my tongue, rubbing my face, I turn back. “And why would I do that?”

Tony shrugs this time, “you might be interested to know we also are recruiting someone else.” 

I raise my eyebrow. “And who would that be?”

He doesn’t say the name, just gives me a look and by the glint his eyes I can’t tell if that’s better or worse. A voice suddenly sounds out from the doorway. 

“I’m going- good god I’m going, no need to shove-“ 

…

No.

I snap my head to the door. 

They’re joking.

The tall, unfortunately familiar figure of my father walks in. He looks almost the exact same.

Big gold thorns stick out from his helmet, a green robe on. When he turns to see me, I see his expression falter. For a second, he even looks nervous.

My eyes dart to Thor’s, who looks at me apologetically and shrugs. Then I look at Tony, eyes going cold. 

“If you wanted to persuade me to do something, Stark, he’s the last person you should’ve brought.”

I can see Thor out of the corner of my eye, how he’s looking between me and my dad, waiting for something to happen. But I refuse to look at Loki himself, even as he awkwardly sighs.

“Y/n.” He says, but I don’t respond.

“…what’s happening here.” Tony too, is looking between the two of us curiously.

“Should we leave?“ Bruce gets cut off by Thor. 

“I told you, Stark-“

There’s so much noise, so many voices, i squeeze my eyes shut to block them out. Why would they bring him here? Whose damn idea was this?

My fingers prod the skin over my temples, trying to clear my head, to think. Which, feels much harder since that blow to Captain’s shield over there. I wish I could make them feel like white noise against my ears.

Something someone says, who I assume is Banner or Natasha, catches my attention though. 

“I say we leave them alone for a bit, how about that.”

“Yeah I don’t want to have to watch this anymore.”

I’m realizing now their presence is better than the sole company of my father. 

“Wait-“ I turn around, them filing out of the doorway, “Thor.”

He doesn’t look at me, instead leans over and whispers something to Loki that I can’t hear. “Thor!” 

And, he’s gone.

An uncomfortable silence suddenly takes over the room, and I feel pressured to turn away. He clears his throat behind me, and then to my dismay, he talks.

“Y/n.”

I say nothing, and he sort of scoffs.

“Ah, the silent treatment, right.”

A quick breath escapes in disbelief, my anger is rising too quickly. I turn to him halfway, “would you rather I talk? Cause I don’t think you’ll like what I have to say much more.”

I can’t tell if he rolls his eyes or not. 

“Can we at least talk?” He asks next, and I start to feel the dents in my palm as my fingers clench tighter.

“Fine, do it.”

He didn’t seem to have expected that answer, because he takes a moment to continue. 

“Well, I…” he pauses, “well what do you want me to say?”

My lips fall in disbelief, and I look at him with a pinched expression.

“Are you serious?”

The internal battle of his brain becomes visible as his gaze darts away from mine, struggling for words. 

“Look, I know I wasn’t really there,”

“No really? I think I saw you more on tv than I ever did at home.” I say hoarsely.

“I, I was busy-“ he breathes out pathetically, each croak of his voice irking me. 

Locked in this, what is this, a cell? A cage? Put on display in front of the man I shame the thought of. I run my hands down my face, barely able to look at him. 

“Yeah, real busy running the world right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Well wasn’t that your end goal? Rule the world?” His shoulders recoil from my words, “become the most powerful god there is, right?” I look at him with exhausted, yet knowing eyes. I can tell by his silence, his face, he knows I’m right. I scoff and turn away, there’s no point in this anymore.

Moments of silence pass, I can still feel his presence behind me, looming like a shadow. By the time he speaks again, his voice has changed- more cautious, more delicate.

“I never thought I was cut out to be a father.”

And god that hurt, more than I’d care to admit. So I stay quiet.

“Thor was always the favorite,” he continues with a shaky laugh, “and he wasn’t even my real brother. So…”

The breathes he takes are louder, slower. 

“I’ve never really known how to, y’know, do that.”

I feel myself turning closer and closer to him, feeling the words he wants to say sting my tongue. 

“…have a family?”

“…yeah.”

His eyes have softened, pupils small like a speck against his iris. His throat strains against his skin, swallowing the lump in his throat to will himself to keep going now that he’s started.

“I should’ve been there.”

I know.

“But I wasn’t…and I should’ve been.” One pale hand pulls the helmet out of his messy hair, dropping to his side. The gold lightly smacks his thigh, yet his eyes never stray.

“My father wasn’t, and I wasn’t, and now…”

I finish the sentence for him.

“And now I’m just like you.”

My voice breaks as I say it, and part of my heart does too. 

“Which, no one deserves.” He laughs, but when I turn and watch his face I see the redness in his eyes, and the shakiness behind his smile as well as how it falters when he sees my own red eyes.

“I’ll fix it.” He almost whispers, voice brittle, “or I’ll try to, at least.”

And it’s not until now that I realize, that I know, I want to. 

My voice is too numb to speak, so I just nod tearfully. He swallows again. 

His eyes flicker to a panel just outside of the glass, and he reaches for it. I don’t have time to question before the glass doors are opening in front of me. 

He doesn’t say anything as I step out, and instead he hugs me.

I also realize I haven’t been hugged in a very long time. 

“I’ll do everything I can, Y/n.” Is what he says to me, voice hoarse against my ear and I hug him back with the strength I have.

“You better.” I mutter back, I can’t forgive him now, but with the warmth of his hold, I pray we’re both right.

#Father Loki x male reader #Marvel x male reader #66 recs&replies #marvel #loki x son reader #Loki #Thor

[questionablealibi]

WAIT WHERE'D YOU GET THAT HC FROM THE MEMORY ZONE?? /genq

DEAREST ANON im terribly sorry for the wait :'D ive been rather busy with school and now did i just find the time to answer this thoroughly! This'll be a longer ramble than usual, so buckle up! I hope i made sense with this! ^^

Let me starts off with saying that im DEFINITELY not the first to notice these details! Im confident that there are multiple posts all around other platforms that discussed this!

In the memory zone, theres a bunch of flora youd be able to see! Some are leafy and some are flowery. The memory zone - from /my/ understanding - is almost like the Narrator's headspace. A box of old polaroid pictures. A bookshelf housing dozens of aged books collecting dust. A dusty attic that he visits every once a year to clean. In short- quite literally his /mind/. Well- a more nostalgic part of it, at least.

Now if that is his headspace, then itd most likely be filled with things he likes reminiscing or mulling over (especially the first few sections of the memory zone), and one of those things that are present - along with positive reviews, a nice cozy cabin, a sky, dirt, an ACTUAL outside world - are, y'know, flowers!

And not just ANY random bout of flowers- no, no, no, no- but flowers that actually TIE IN with what the memory zone IS. The flora can be interpreted as a manifestation of his actual feelings, or it can be,, i dont know uh,, just,, /there/, but im leaning more towards the latter ^^

Now- this is /technically/ where i would end this explanation, BUT i wanna discuss some of the flowers i noticed in the game and what their meanings are >:]

The ones id like to focus on are the flowery ones, since im not very well-educated with the "shrub side" of flora ^^; the rest of this ramble is below the cut! I wont delve into much about HOW they tie in, since i think theyre rather self explanatory in a way, and i dont want to drag this on any further than necessary ^^;

Let's start with one out of three flowers that i noticed - hypercium

Hypercium (alternatively known as st. Jhon's wort) usually symbolises hope, resilience, and power.

And then we have poppies! Which are one of my VERY favorite flowers that are in the memory zone because THIS little darling

Symbolizes hope, resilience, and death. Now- /why/ do those /specifically ordered words/ ring a bell..?

Now- my very favorite one - chicory

This little darling symbolises endless waiting and perseverance! Quite self-explanatory considering the section of the game it's connected to, hm?

Now theres this one shrub that im not familiar with-

so if any of you lot that recognize it and would like to add onto this ramble of mine, please do! <3

THANK YOU DEAR ANON for indulging my silly thoughts ^^ i had fun writing about this!

#Alibi! #Ask asks!!! #WEOAJRJRBJEJDND #I sound like im calm cool collected but trust me when i say I WAS EVERYTHING BUT when i was drafting this #WHOOOEKDJNDND THIS WAS SO FUN #THANK YOU ANON THANK YORUSBAN /GEN /POS #IL OVEN YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU /P /SILLY #MUWAH MUWH /P #THANK YOU FOR ENTERTAINIGN MY DELULU /SILLY /POS #the stanley parable #tspud #tsp

[kasagiggles]

Hiii!! Would you mind writing a fic with lee kaeya and ler mika? Thank you so much in advance!!

HI ANON! :3 thank you so much for the request! i hope u like <33

⊹ ⨯ ➜ lee: kaeya

⊹ ⨯ ➜ler: mika

(this is my first time actually writing something so bear with me)

warnings: tickles!! (sfw)

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“captain kaeya?” he asked, knocking on the fancy wooden door. he fiddled with his yellow tie. a small shuffle was heard from kaeyas office. “captain? are you ready for our expedition?” he said louder, knocking on the door yet again.

“ah, my apologies, please come in.” mika slowly pushed open the door, seeing a puzzled kaeya in his chair with his hand over his chin.

“you look troubled. is something bothering you?” he asked, tampering with the cover on his book.

“i uh… it’s nothing, really. let’s head out.” he began to get up, tidying up his office before leaving.

“n-no, i insist. what’s wrong? maybe i can help.” kaeya paused, sighing. he turned to mika, who was now sitting on the couch in his office. “come sit, let’s chat.”

“i guess i should comply.” he chuckled, coming over to sit next to mika. the yellow haired boy fiddled with his fingers, although he wasn’t good at comforting people, he wanted to help kaeya, kaeya has done a lot for him.

“s..so.. what’s up?” he looked down at his book that was now on his lap.

“to be honest, it’s not something i’d like to get into.” kaeya said gently, putting a hand on mikas shoulder.

“ah.. i’m sorry. i-i shouldn’t have-“ “please. don’t worry about it, i’m going to be okay.” he reassured the young boy.

mika sighed, slumping back. until a brilliant idea popped in his mind. maybe he could do something else to make him cheer up.

“hey.. so.. there’s this thing my mom always did to me when i was a kid, it would help me a lot when i was sad.” he rambled, smiling at the thought of those cherished memories. kaeya cocked his head. “what might that be?”

mika laughed under his breath, opening his book and taking out his feather pen. “may i touch you with this?” he asked, not realizing how stupid it sounded until it came out. “i-i, um .. i’m sorry i’m not trying to be weird i just-“ kaeya cut him off, “i’m not sure what’s going on, but i trust you. go crazy.” he chuckled.

“o-okay.” kaeya stared at him, eager to find out what his plan was. mika took the soft feather, dragging it over his ear.

the sound that came out of kaeyas mouth was one he would never live down. kaeya wasn’t familiar with the concept of tickling, but something about it made him feel warm inside.

“ah..ahaha.. it.. feheels funny..” he scrunched his shoulders, embracing the joyful feeling. “it’s supposed to! laughing always makes you feel better.” mika said, more confidently. he took the feather and slid it over kaeyas side, he gasped, automatically flinching at the tickly touch. “come on.. don’t bottle it up, just laugh!” he smiled.

finally his laughter began to grow, he clutched his stomach, it felt like his worries were just evaporating. mika took his other hand and began to squeeze at the flesh of his other side. “GAH! AHA!” kaeya scrunched his face, laughing and squirming like there was no tomorrow. “my gohoodness!! ihihi thihink it’s working!” his laugh was deep and charming. mikas nimble fingers and the ever so light touch of the feather were driving him up the wall. his brain was overwhelmed with stimulation and joy.

“okahay!! okay plehease noho mohohore!” kaeya pleaded, mika immediately stopped, watching the captain catch his breath.

“so, did it work?” mika asked hopefully. kaeya nodded, still giggling. “yehes, it did. thank you mika.” he placed his hand on mikas head, ruffling his hair. he yelped, pushing away his hand and laughing.

“are you ready to head out now?” mika asked, he stood up, tucking his book away in his bag.

“you know it, could you go tell jean for me that we’re leaving? i’ve gotta pack a few extra things.” kaeya stood up as well, dusting himself off.

“no problem!” mika said proudly, marching out of the room. kaeya smiled to himself, mika probably had no idea, but that gesture of kindness made his entire day.

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#genshin tickle #lee!kaeya #genshin tickle fic #ler!mika #sfw twords

[rainbowcrowley]

For the GO ask game — 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10, 14, 15 please :)

thanks, ginger! that's a lot and i'm sure i've already answered a few of those - let's see!

1. when did you first watch/discover good omens, and how did you find out about it?

already answered here!

2. do you have any merch?

besides the book itself: a bentley enamel pin a friend gave me as a birthday present and some prints of fanart on my cupboard.. not really, sadly. i should get one of those bildad the shuhite t shirts i've seen people wear in tiktok videos lol

3. have you created any fanart or fanfiction, or really any content for the fandom?

already answered here!

4. what is (if you read) your favorite good omens longfic?

ho BOY here we go. there's a few, and i can't list them all bc that would take forever, but i also can't just list one story bc that is nigh impossible, so i'll give you my top 5: Slow Show, The Anon Before Christmas (by the incredible @foolishlovers!), The Grindr Logo Doesn't Even Have a 'G' In It, Or Be Nice & (just finished and i am Not Okay) Good Expectations.

i consider everything multi-chaptered and over 50k words as a long fic. some of these aren't that long and one is over 200k, so.. yeah. also, heads up, always read the tags first and also most of these are rated Explicit. :)

5. what is (if you read) your favourite good omens one-shot?

again, i've read some many fantastic one-shots that i lost count. but the first thing coming to mind (yes i know i'm biased shh) is the first story of my best friend's ( @beccibarnes) series Not A One-Night Stand: 14 times they canonically fucked ("naons" for short). i remember her pitching the idea for this series to me and it was/is so much fun brainstorming all the ideas with her. i'm honoured that she let me beta-read them all and i can't wait for the future fics to come :') (no pressure tho, becci, i know how busy life was recently <3)

6. who is your favourite side character?

already answered here!

9. have you seen any other work by david tennant and/or michael sheen?

already answered here!

10. have you ever imagined or created a crossover with another fandom for good omens? which one, and what was it about?

i haven't thought of any crossovers - tbh they're not really my cup of tea - BUT imagined two au's, one more or less as a joke, and one "serious" one. the first, joke-y one is a human au that takes place in the city i live in (hamburg, germany) (don't ask) (idk how i came up with that). this one is mostly in my head, but even tho it's kinda silly, i really like it.

the second, more serious one is, again, a human au: a ballet dancer au. just bc i watched some documentary about ballet and the one male dancer they interviewed looked somewhat like david tennant... you get the gist. i have some idea written down in a dusty google doc, but that's it.

14. what is your favorite good omens-coded song?

already answered here and here!

15. do you have any good omens playlists?

not my own ones - but i saved some made by others on spotify heh

ask game for people in the good omens fandom!

#damn that was a lot - thanks! #this is so much fun ahh #ask games #answered #celestialcrowley #good omes

[winterbirb]

our brains are not built for withstanding the intricacies of every opinion/politics/world events tossed at us at lightling speed. and we are not prepared for it unless we revert to using small internet communities one at a time. or you can be a scholar i guess, but at what cost?

this feels like facing an eldrich monster of information that drives everyone to madness unless you are prepared for it and take it down chunk by chunk.

wish people would stop spreading horrifically simplified information too, e.g. "IT'S A MONSTER!"

Anon you're sooooo right it IS an eldritch monster. And God, at what cost? At what cost indeed? I'm haunted. But at least I managed to shut down a potential Certified Thanksgiving Event (my nana saying the US shouldn't have pressured Israel to do a ceasefire) in a new and interesting way (explaining why Blinken should be given a medal of honor for not throttling him)

And there isn't even any material benefit. None. You can live your whole life without knowing about this stuff. I don't earn any money for it. I'm probably Tony Blinken's saddest loudest fanboy and I'm not even earning psyop money. What's even the reward in knowing? Peeping the horrors? Getting into arguments online trying to get other people to peep the horrors for some reason?

I'm not even a proper scholar! I'm a fraud! I use 1986-1987 Foreign Affairs publications from the dusty shelves of the IR office to make sure my fanfiction is accurate! And then I don't even write the fanfiction, but I keep the information with me, and I open one too many books and suddenly I know that Soviet diplomats were expelled from the UN in 1986. And all this other information from memoirs and biographies that nobody else has any reason to know. Because I'm at heart a comic fan who hunts down issues to study a character except there's no such thing as plot holes in real life, only unknown pieces of the puzzle.

And there's always more connections to learn about so I've done this for the past few years and how can I sum up years of peeping the horror into simple descriptions? I can't! Yet when someone's like "IT'S A MONSTER!" I don't take the Normal Person Route but I try to condense everything and it really doesn't work bc it's like trying to squish a 3d object onto a 2d plane. Not even in an engineering draft way, just a direct squish.

Anyway I'll say it again : u are so right <3

Also it's 2:15 am so I'm doubly incoherent 😔🙏 but your message is already so well written, it explains everything by itself 😹

#rambles #asks #anonymous #politics #?

[dear-wormwoods]

I have 3 questions: 1) What’s your favorite episode? 2) Whats your least favorite episode? 3) Why do you think that Kyle’s a bookworm? I agree, but I’d just like to know why.

Aw thank you for coming into my dusty old inbox with this, anon! I know I haven’t been active lately or given anyone any reason to send me messages, so I appreciate it!

1) I have a hard time picking a favorite episode. Truth be told, I’m currently in the process of rewatching the entire series and ranking every episode on a spreadsheet, lmao… but I’m only on season 7 so I may have to get back to you on this. But I’ll give you an off the cuff top 5! Subject to change.

Guitar Queero

Toilet Paper

Casa Bonita

Make Love Not Warcraft

Breast Cancer Show Ever

2) Least favorite episode is Mr. Garrison’s Fancy New Vagina. I just hate every part of it (except for Sheila being a trans ally, that was nice!), and though I can stomach it enough to watch it on series rewatches, it’s not one I will ever go out of my way to watch. Close second is Crippled Summer and third least favorite is probably A Million Little Fibers. But we’ll see how the spreadsheet turns out in the end!

3) As for Kyle being a bookworm… I’ve just always seen him that way! I don’t think it’s one of his main character traits (like, when I make him in The Sims I don’t give him the bookworm trait because there are other things that supersede that), but I do think he loves to read.

Look at him concentrate!

And then of course there’s Tooth Fairy Tats:

And look how happy he is to be reading here!

Not only is he shown to read more often than the other boys in the show, but his bedroom contains more books and generally nerdy/academically inclined things than the other kids’ rooms do. Here’s his desk, for instance:

He has a nicely maintained little bookshelf AND a small pile of books that could just be for school but could also be books he’s currently reading!

On top of that the Broflovski house contains more books than other houses do, and when kids are exposed to books and reading at a young age they’re more likely to enjoy reading when they’re older. They have that big bookcase in their living room in addition to all the books in Gerald’s study… so it stands to reason that the Broflovskis are avid readers in general!

So basically, I see him as a bookworm because there’s evidence to support it. I know that’s not a very detailed explanation but I really think the show speaks for itself here.

#asks #south park #kyle broflovski #sp hcs

[meadow-of-mogai-melodies]

libralotinkic!

libralotinkic-

a gender related to writing in books, reading old books, books with signs of being loved (like broken spines, dog earred corners etc.), finding more comfort in books than the real world, the lord of the rings books, and the book Inkheart

[Image ID: A flag with nine equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are deep navy blue, royal blue, cornflower blue, dull light brown, pastel yellow, light brown, dusty brown, mid brown, and deep brown. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by anon :3

#reigns terms #xenogender #xenogender coining #new gender #gender coining

[roxannarambles]

For the ask game: 💻Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done? and 🖊Post a snippet from a current WIP. Also hiiii love your work, thank you for writing and sharing!!!

Hi there! I definitely research for my fics when needed. In the very least, I like to have my notes on the show's lore, folders full of reference photos, scripts of episodes, etc all sorted out and organized. My deepest dive for researching for a fic would probably be when I was working on a Dr. Who story I never ended up finishing or posting-- it was the 2nd Doctor's era and it involved some Scottish lore on mythical beasties. A shame I never finished that one.

Also, dunno if this really counts, since it wasn't for a specific fic, but I researched a lot on Victorian England when I was super into Sherlock Holmes. Like, I actually went to my local library and went into the stacks and pulled out dusty tomes for that stuff, haha. I remember making lots of photocopies of the books on the relevent sections I wanted. Good times.

Thank you for reading, anon! <3 Here's a snippet of my current WIP under the read more cut!

THEOWLLADY:

saw this weird bug demon and thought of you

Hunter stared at his scroll, exasperated.

Rulerzreachf4n:

why did it remind you of me??

THEOWLLADY:

I dunno, just. look at him.

THEOWLLADY:

he's just a little guy. a crechure.a silly little lad.

Rulerzreachf4n:

what

THEOWLLADY:

he's so skrunkly

Rulerzreachf4n:

stop. what. are you talking about

Rulerzreachf4n:

what is skrunkly

THEOWLLADY:

you are skrunkly

Rulerzreachf4n:

I have to go

He ended up getting busy the rest of the morning and didn't check his scroll again until his lunch break. Sitting alone at a table and casting a quick glance around to make sure others weren't watching, he pulled the scroll out.

Luz hadn't messaged him anything, but as he scrolled Penstagram he saw she had posted a new video. He clicked on it.

"You ready, King?"

The footage was a little wobbly as Luz aimed the camera down at the tiny demon.

"Yeah!"

She laughed and handed him the end of a rope.

"All right, just be sure to hold on tight! You're gonna be the first wakeboarding demon in the world!"

There was a bunch of scratchy noises from the wind as the camera began to lift into the air, showing that Luz was riding the Owl Lady's magic staff and carrying the other end of the rope along with her.

"OK, KING, GET INTO POSITION!"

The video stopped abruptly. Hunter scrolled up to see a second video that was posted a few minutes later. Feeling increasingly concerned, he hit 'play.'

The video was difficult to make out at first, as it kept bouncing around; Luz was hovering low above a small lake, which seemed to be in the woods around the Owl Lady's house, if Hunter recognized it correctly. At the other end of the rope, King was balancing on some kind of floating board in the water, the rope gripped tightly in his claws.

"YOU READY?"

The little demon shouted out,

"YEAH, GO AHEAD!"

Luz gave an excited whoop and began flying, pulling the rope along as she did so. It propelled the tiny demon along the water.

"FASTER, FASTER!"

"OK, HOLD TIGHT!"

The speed increased, Luz just barely skimming across the surface of the water with her staff, kicking up waves in her wake. Behind her, the demon squealed,

"I'M DOING IT!!"

Hunter's eyes widened. This was a terrible idea, they were going to get killed doing this.

King continued to holler in glee as he bounced over the surface of the waves, the board sometimes lifting right up into the air before crashing back down. Luz was laughing and the camera was bouncing all over the place, wildly unsteady. She began to call out to King again, but the camera suddenly jerked and rolled as Luz gave an awful scream, and the footage suddenly fell dead.

Wide-eyed, Hunter quickly scrolled through the rest of her Penstagram, but nothing else had been posted. Feeling his heart begin to pound in fear, he clicked into his DMs.

Rulerzreachf4n:

AREYOU OKAY

Rulerzreachf4n:

LUZ???

He was busy rewatching the first video and trying to calculate their exact location, while trying to decide how to best sneak away from his duties, when a message popped up for him.

THEOWLLADY:

hi!

THEOWLLADY:

yeah, I'm fine. what's up?

Confused, he rushed to type,

Rulerzreachf4n:

whatr happend??

THEOWLLADY:

what do you mean?

He made a frustrated growl.

Rulerzreachf4n:

youtrs stupiod video you poste,d  

Rulerzreachf4n:

at the lakew, it looke like youccrashed!

THEOWLLADY:

OH

THEOWLLADY:

oh, oh right

THEOWLLADY:

sorry, I guess that would look kinda bad with how it ended, I haven't posted the next video yet

THEOWLLADY:

I'm fine, I didn't crash. well, ok, technially i did but

THEOWLLADY:

umm it's ok! I have this new glyph that helps with that

THEOWLLADY:

so I only have a few scratches, no big deal

THEOWLLADY:

i swear that dumb tree wasnt there earlier...

He couldn't believe it.

#asks #goldenlight #lunter #fanfic

[pashminalamb]

THE NEW THEME LOOKS AMAZING LOVE!!!! (do you mind the nicknames? i give nicknames to my friends all the time especially over text cause endearment and affection you know?) did you get my video?? i hope so!!! how’s your day going? did you get that paper review done? also side note Idk why but id love to take a nap with Nagi right abt now. i just got out of a long class and my feet hurt and i want snacks and a nap. Also. don’t forget to eat something and drink water and take a break!!! *sends many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Starry!! I made the new account- and i followed you! *read the ace in bubble bath fic and i love it - despite not knowing much abt one piece but i'll start watching it +planning to explore more of your blog * ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა

Of you can call me love! I give nicknames as well - and they do give affection (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

I changed the theme again cause it wasn't sitting well and i needed to put more thought into it - so now its more of sage green and looks calm and collected. Honestly? Aiku moodboard- based on a comfort fic that i wanted to write thats self indulgent and for others who are stressing out or need to relax.

And ofc i got your video! It was so cute- RINDOU! RINDOUUU! *kisses air* RINDOU - DAMNNN that's what got me- then the thought of how Rindou could do a split came to my mind- but if we're being honest, Haitani bros looked good with the new hair esp Ran

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And yeah i got the paper review done- and my prof said and i wrote it well ! And then i got scouted for doing research papers so i sit with 5 volumes and study them and give them to my prof. Its fun work but the books are untouched. so they are really dusty and i had to wish my hand 3 times cause the suds/ soap foam was dirty (,,>﹏<,,) and i'm guessing i might have a dust allergy- not sure. but i plan on using surgical gloves next week for this job.

A nap with Nagi is so tempting. Him just snoring away and patting your head to comfort you- and he would do this really cute thing of lifting the duvet and patting the space beside him for you to lie down with a small voice; "sleepy..."

I had a lemon tea (its also Nagi's fav-) and some salad ! And i hope you're resting well too!

*sending koala hugs*

#Belle.☏ #🦢🩰: starry ✨

[wistfulweaverwoman]

From this post

You understand the characters and setting. When reading your fics, I believe the elements you add beyond cannon. Further, your character’s actions are the most in-character versions I’ve read.

District 12 is a grim place. Your words convey that but infuse a warmth/nostalgia that make it feel oddly beautiful.

I’ve loved them all!

Oh wow!! Seriously this is the most wonderful set of compliments!! Thank you anon!

My main goal is to write the kind of story I’d like to read.

Before I discovered fanfic I spent a ridiculous amount of time working on character analyses for Katniss and Peeta. Like I wrote essays. I spent months pouring over the books to glean as much insight into them as I could. One of the many things that I love about the books is that we get a limited view of what’s going on, but lots of clues to piece together so much more narrative.

When I first started reading fanfic I’d sometimes come across stories with characters that were so ooc that I couldn’t keep reading the fic. So that was a pet peeve before I ever considered writing my own stories.

The unfortunate side to that, for me anyways, is it makes the writing torturously slow. I’m either constantly overthinking every word or I’m free flowing and have to edit a bunch because I’ve written something ooc (because I just want these two lovebirds to be happy already).

When I write chapters for The Awkward In-Between I kind of write them in layers. I probably go through 3-4 edits of adding, removing, switching around dialogue or narrative to increase the flow. I like to set the scene, like when she goes into the dress makers shop it’s vaguely dusty smelling because it’s 12 and even merchants can’t afford new clothes often.

I constantly reference the source material, specifically quotes that I feel are key to defining the characters, or defining how they feel. I’m also constantly thinking about the story structure and how certain moments are underlined with their importance based on where they’ve taken place in the narrative. I’ll probably write a post on this particular point in the next week.

I stumbled across a post earlier this week where someone asked if Peeta was fighting for his love for Katniss in 13 or if he’d given up. They wondered about the love triangle and why Katniss was so awful to Peeta. I think they were specifically asking from a movie perspective, which is just such a different beast than the books because we don’t get any of Katniss’s inner monologue and there’s not a great way to get across what she’s thinking/feeling without voiceover. Anyway, their questions got me thinking all week about how I interpret the text and how I’d answer their questions. Hence the post I’ll be making soon.

#wistfulweaverwoman #lilymaid #anon submission #so sweet #everlark

[inknopewetrust]

1. What influenced you to start writing?

2. Do you have a favorite book?

3. What's your favorite color?

I'm really bad at questions sorry.

1. I have no idea. I think I saw a post once that was like “if you don’t see the stories you want to read, write them yourself” and thought, hmm… maybe I should.

2. My favorite book used to be Where the Crawdads Sing but after learning about the author, I feel like I can’t justify that. I love love love The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue or The Nightingale.

3. Blue. Any variety, but mostly medium tones. I also love dusty rose.

And these are great questions, Anon!

#anon #anonymous #ask game #inbox ask