#he stole my heart so guess what he’s going to steal your heart too

[moonstruckme]

Hi! I would love to see Steve being really affectionate with shy reader? Maybe at the beginning of their relationship when everything is really „big” for reader? Only if it’s something that you like. Lots of love and thank you! 🩷

Thanks for requesting!

Steve Harrington x shy!reader ♡ 745 words

Selfishly, Steve has an easier time being brave when you’re so clearly the nervous one. 

“So this guy, he wasn’t being a dick or anything,” he says, fingers loosely intertwined with yours as you walk down to the 7-Eleven, “but he just wouldn’t leave Rob alone. Couldn’t take a hint, you know?” 

You hum. Your hand starts to slip in his, and you tighten your fingers almost imperceptibly. Steve adjusts, taking your hand more securely in his so it doesn’t happen again. A bit of pink tinges your cheeks that he doubts has much to do with the warm weather. 

Steve doesn’t mean to fluster you, but if he waited on you to make the first move there’d be no moving at all. That said, he doesn’t mind flustering you either. You get this sweet, startled look on your face and sometimes you try to hide behind your hair so that he gets to move it away. He sweeps his thumb over the back of your hand to soothe you, and you press your lips together like he’s done something far more brash. 

“What did she do?” you ask.

“She told him we were dating.” 

“What?” You laugh, the sound starting up a pleasant buzzing in Steve’s chest. “But she tells everyone else you’re ‘platonic with a capital P’.” 

“Exactly!” He shakes his head, grinning at you. You smile back for half a second before your gaze drops to his chest. “He’s gonna find out as soon as he brings it up to literally anyone, and then she’s gonna have to cover her ass all over again. I don’t know why she does this to herself.” 

“Maybe she’s panicking,” you muse. “Just, like, saying the first thing she can think of.” 

Steve guesses you’d know something about that. The first time he’d tried to ask you out, he’d suggested going to the drive-in and you’d blurted that you didn’t watch movies. 

“Maybe,” he says, unable to mask the amusement in his tone (and not trying very hard, if he’s being honest). 

You look at him curiously, then shy at whatever you see in his expression. “Oh, I forgot.” You duck away under the guise of digging through your bag. “I got this off my neighbor’s tree today.” 

You hold a peach out to him, and Steve thinks he’s going to melt on the spot. His heart feels all heavy and made of mush. “No way.” His voice is soft, reverent. “You stole from your neighbor for me?” 

He takes the peach from you, and you immediately turn from his gaze, pretending to adjust your bag over your shoulder. Steve knows you didn’t really forget to tell him earlier; you just hadn’t wanted this display in front of your roommates. It’s cool. He’s fine with adoring you in private. 

“I didn’t steal it.” The smile is evident in your voice, and Steve waits until you turn back to shoot you the best one he’s got in return. The pink spreads to your ears. “I asked. They always say they have too many to eat by themselves.” 

“Still.” He thinks about mushing a kiss into your temple, but even Steve’s not feeling bold enough for that yet. He settles for wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s sweet, thanks.” 

“It was no problem,” you murmur, tilting your head so your hair curtains your face. 

Steve is gleeful at this development. He reaches forward with his other hand to brush it out of the way, hooking what he can behind your ear. Your eyes flit to him bashfully. He knows he’s smiling like an idiot, but he can’t help it. It’s just the way his face likes to be around you. 

“Well, I appreciate it,” he says, then decides to put you out of your misery. “So, what kind of slushee are you gonna get?” 

“Mm, dunno,” you reply softly. “You?” 

“Blue raspberry every time.” He nods certainly. “Never wavered since I was a kid.” 

“I don’t think I’ve tried that one,” you say. “I usually get a coke and cherry mix.” 

“You can try mine,” Steve offers. 

“You don’t mind if I sip from your straw?” 

“I mean, I was thinking you could just kiss me to taste it,” he says. And fine, now he might be stirring the pot a little bit. It’s worth it when you put your face in your hands. Steve squeezes you tighter against his side, affectionate. “But that works too, yeah.” 

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[dreamescapeswriting]

A Gamers Apology ~ HJS

WORD COUNT: 0.9K (I’m so sorry its so short T-T)

GENRE: Angst? Fluffy, reader and Hannie in their own bubble, non idol au, han being cute af, established relationships

PAIRING: Jisung x GN!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

You sat cross-armed on the couch, your eyes fixed on the television screen where your boyfriend, Han, was engaged in a fierce battle on COD. Your character lay motionless on the virtual battlefield, a victim of Han's relentless skill and precision. You clenched your jaw, your frustration growing with each passing second. How could he do this again? Every time you played the game he would only think of his own missions and take over yours, killing all of the enemies you'd done all the damage to and taking the points for himself.

"Seriously, Hannie? Again?" You finally blurted out, breaking the tense silence that had enveloped the room. Han turned to face you with a puzzled expression, the game playing in the background as both your characters died and it went to a game screen. 

"What's wrong, babe? Did I do something?" Your glare intensified. 

"Did you do something? You stole all my kills! I was this close to completing the mission, and you swoop in and take them all. It's not fair!" Han's eyes widened in realization and a slight blush began to settle on his cheeks, he hadn't realised until it was too late. 

"Oh, is that what this is about? Come on, Yn, it's just a game. I didn't mean to—"

"Just a game? You don't understand," You interrupted, your frustration bubbling over. It wasn't that he'd done it just this once, it was all the times you played together he would do this shit and it was starting to get under your skin.

"You always do this. You always prioritize your own score over everything else, even if it means ruining my experience." You realised you probably sounded childish talking about it but you didn't care.

"Like Pokemon last week, you kept stealing every fight and every Pokemon I wanted and didn't care that I ended up with nothing," You mumbled under your breath, getting up from the chair and heading to the kitchen, needing some space. Han sighed, following after you and reaching out to gently place a hand on your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to upset you. I guess I got carried away in the heat of the moment." You shrugged off his touch, your expression still icy as you slowly turned around to face him.

"That's the problem, Hannie. It's always 'heat of the moment' with you. You never consider how your actions affect others, especially me."

Han hung his head, feeling a pang of guilt wash over him. He hadn't realized how much his behaviour was affecting you until now.

"It's just a game." He grumbled at you, you scoffed a little and turned around to face the window ignoring him. Clearly, he didn't care but you did. 

Your frustration boiled beneath the surface as you began to give Han the silent treatment. Despite his attempts to apologize and make amends, you couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of resentment.

Han watched you from across the room, his heart sinking with each passing moment of your icy silence. He had hoped that your argument would blow over, but your continued distance only made him feel more helpless. As the tension in the room became unbearable, he stood up slowly, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to break the suffocating silence, but the words caught in his throat. You stared at him waiting for him to say anything but he just sighed and made his way to the door, pausing for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob, but he couldn't bring himself to turn back to you.

Without a word, he walked out of the door.

Later in the day, Han returned to the apartment, a sense of determination guiding his steps, he'd been thinking of a way to make it up to you all afternoon and he knew how he was going to do it. You'd been begging to go to the Pokemon store for almost a month now to get the new Vulpix plushie they bought out but you'd never had enough time so he bought the biggest one they had. In his hand, he carried a plushie alongside it a bouquet of flowers, a small token of his affection.

You were sat on the couch, your gaze fixed on the television screen but your mind still lingering on the earlier argument, you began to feel guilty, after all, he was right it was just a game but everytime you tried to call him you'd chicken out of it. You were flicking through the channels when you heard the door open, you glanced up, your expression guarded.

"Hey," He smiled at you, walking in your direction and grinning,

"I bought these for you," Your eyes softened as you took in the gifts he was holding, your guilt only weighing you down more.

"W-What for?" Han took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. 

` "I understand why you were annoyed earlier," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. 

"I was selfish and thoughtless, and I hurt you. I'm really sorry." You whimpered a little, tears springing to your eyes as you shook your head.

"I overreacted a little. B...But I appreciate the apology." You sniffed as he sat down beside you, your hands clutching onto the plushie as Han smirked at you.

"I did good?" He arched a brow at you and you smiled,

"Baby, you did more than good. I love this," You whispered before kissing him softly.

"I love you, I'm sorry I overreacted Hannie," You breathed out, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he brought you closer to his chest.

"It's in the past." He promised you, both of you relaxing completely on the sofa together.

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[lexsssu]

Treasure (Akira Kurusu | Ren Amamiya)

TAGS: Akira/F!reader, yandere, obsession, praise, breeding, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.

“Thank you for the curry, Akira-kun. It’s delicious as always and the coffee is perfect…!”

“Nothing less for my favorite patron of course~”

“Oh stop it, you! Using your charms won’t make me order another serving of curry”

“Darn. Guess I’ll just have to try harder next time then~”

“Of course you will. But I hope you know that the reason I keep coming back here is because of the food and not because of some pretty-boy cafe owner…!”

“Mhmm, I know very well that it’s only the food and drinks that keep you coming back. So that means all I have to do is make everything on the menu irresistible so you’d have no choice~”

“....Smart-ass”

Akira chuckled at the adorable pout you sent him, feeling his heartbeat seemingly getting faster as you played along with him. How your innocent little smiles and colorful blushes sent his heart into overdrive, reminding him constantly that the thief had been the one stolen from instead. 

You stole his heart and you didn’t even realize it.

So it was only natural that he would steal yours in return, right?

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Isn't she an adorable little thing?

So small

So soft

So ripe for the taking

Don't you just want to sink your teeth into her pretty little neck?

Leave your mark on her

You know you want to

She's practically begging for it

All you have to do is take the first step 

You know full well that she wants to be moaning beneath you

She wants to choke on your cock

She wants you to stuff it inside her tight pussy 

Give her all your cum, make sure you fuck it all straight into her womb

Do it. You want it. She wants it. Stop pretending like you're a good man when we both know you're the farthest thing from one.

And none of that matters, because you'll have her anyway.

WE'LL have her.

Whether she wants to be ours or not.

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“It's too dangerous for you to go home in this weather. Why don’t you stay the night here instead? I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if anything were to happen to you…”

Those were Akira’s words when he dissuaded you from traveling back to your own apartment as the thunderstorm raged outside of Leblanc. 

Yet...how did it turn out like this?

“Aren’t you my precious little treasure? Do you feel how tightly your pretty cunt is gripping my cock? It’s your first time and yet it’s swallowing up everything so happily...I just knew you were made for me~”

Arms wrapped around his strong neck, you hang onto Akira for dear life as he spears his girthy length into your sopping wet core, spreading your lower lips while the veins that pulsed along its length scraping against your previously untouched walls. He had your sinfully thick thighs wrapped around his narrow waist as he bucked up into you, basically carrying the entirety of your weight with his surprisingly strong arms.

For a man who supposedly worked full-time as the proprietor of a little cafe in Tokyo, Akira had both strength and a build beneath his unassuming clothes that clearly stated his physical prowess.

Not that you had any capacity to think about that when the man was flooding your insides with his thick, gooey cum. Your eyes are glazed as you panted, inhaling lungfuls of air as a heady mix of your clear love juice and his pearly essence dripped onto the wooden floors of his bedroom atop the shop.

Aside from the half-hard cock that plugged you up, you clearly felt the heat of his potent cum in your lower belly after the curly-haired male made sure to cum while he was balls-deep inside you. 

“Good girl. That’s my good girl. Taking my cum so eagerly...you’ll treasure my gift to you, won’t you? Because you’re my treasure and I want to leave my mark in you… ”

You should be scared at how things reached this point all of a sudden, but you find that you don’t care.

Not when you’d also long held a torch for the charming barista.

It was only your own insecurities that prevented you from ever saying a word. Why would you when Akira was so handsome, so charming, so smart as compared to your...mediocre self?

“Yours…♥” Smiling dazedly at him, you press a chaste kiss to his soft lips before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as a wave of drowsiness overtakes you.

There’s no need to ask questions. What matters is that he loves you as much as you loved him. So you don’t think about it anymore, simply relishing in the fact that the object of your affections returned your seemingly unrequited love.

“ I’ll protect you. No one will ever take you away from me. Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll be taken care of for life. Now that you’re mine...you’ll be treated like the priceless treasure you are~ ”

Eerie olden orbs glowed in the darkness, sometimes glinting with an unspeakable malice but they mostly shone with tenderness they were seemingly incapable of whenever they were trained on your sleeping figure.

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[kayrrhin]

Lipstick stains and nicotine

characters: Crocodile, Corazon, Smoker, Benn Beckman

One piece daddies x gn reader

Warnings: use of nicotine by both the characters and reader, swear word (use of fuck once)

(not proofread because my friend was making diner lmao)

Crocodile:

"Are you done yet?"

The warlord asked while being covered in kisses and mostly lipstick

"Hmm, no!"

You kissed him again, you couldn't really tell if he was annoyed or flustered by the attention

"Darling, may I ask what you are up too with all this display of attention?"

He asked, kissing your forehead

"Just felt like it actually, plus lipstick stains look good on you"

You smiled proudly at the pattern covering his face, he did look good with those.

He chuckled at the way you looked at his face,"I see"

He pulled out a cigar and pulled it to his lips, lighting it quickly and taking a long drag

"I could be getting used to this, as long as it stays between closed doors, of course. I still have an image to hold, darling"

He looked at you and smiled, blowing the smoke directly in your face

"Yeah, I do know that, dear"

You stole the cigar for a moment, taking a drag as well and smiling at him, you kissed him again and place the cigar between his lips again

"I wouldn't want anyone else to see this sight anyway"

Corazon :

"L-love, please"

Your lover exclaimed with a flush covering his whole cheeks as you were peppering his face with kisses

"Please what, darling?"

It had been quite a few minutes since you started kissing his whole face, he was now covered in lipstick marks and you probably guessed he wanted a little break to breath

"Let me breath a little, don't get the wrong idea, I like your affection but please, just a little break, honey"

You giggled and pulled back a little, still sitting on his lap, you were admiring your job and lighting your cigarette, taking a long drag, Rosi took your cigarette and placed it between in his lips

"I don't know why but I have a feeling it's from my pack"

He took a drag

"Ooh nice feeling you got, it is in fact right"

Your lover chuckled and placed a kiss on your nose

"Look who has lipstick on them now"

"I still have less than you, big boy"

You both laughed, but a weird smell tickled your nostrils

"Rosi! The blanket!"

"FUCK—"

Smoker:

"Love, can you please stop—"

Your lover complained while being kissed

"Come on, just a little bit more, I like seeing you flustered, Darling"

You said, kissing him again, you could see his face becoming redder as time passed. Who could imagine Smoker, a vice-admiral, being so easily messed up by mere kisses?

Even for the man was tough, he was also quite shy concerning anything remotely related to affection, is being kissed like that has been quite difficult for the heart of the White Hunter.

"[Name], please, if you do give me a break I'll.... cuddle...later", he said suite embarrassed by his own words

"Oh that's a nice deal, okay!"

You let the man go, still looking at the work of art you just did and smirked at his lipstick covered face

"What are you smiling at?"

He said, lighting his cigars

"Just looking at my work, [lipstick colour] really does suit you!"

He looked quite surprised and looked away while taking a drag,

"You're just making fun of me aren't you"

You gently kissed his cheek while stealing one of his cigars

"No, I'm just being honest, can't I just appreciate my man's beauty?"

You stole a drag and blew the smoke in his face resulting in him looking unimpressed at you

"You have your own cigars, don't steal mine, love"

He said getting his cigar back

"How grumpy can you be, darling"

You chuckled while your lover just looked at you a little embarrassed

Benn Beckman:

"Darling, are you enjoying yourself?"

Benn asked before chuckling at you unstoppable kisses

"Of course! It's quite enjoyable to cover your lover with lipstick marks! "

You said smiling, pulling back only to look at Benn's face, quite proud of the marks left on him

"I like your knew look, dear"

You giggled, he grabbed you by your waist and kissed you

"If you say so it might be true then, I just hope Shanks doesn't see me like this or he'll never live it down"

You both laughed a bit, knowing damn well he'd probably even found a way to share it with the whole world, Benn took out a cigarette and place it between your lips

"I'd guess you'd want to have a few drags"

He searched for his lighter in his pocket

"You guessed right, love"

He lit it up and you took a long drag

"I still don't like your tobacco tho"

You cringed a little only for your lover to chuckle

"Your fault for not getting your own ones"

He took the cigarette back and kissed your forehead before placing it between his lips

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[semisolidmind]

i know it's all about the lion's den AU rn and as usual I am FEASTING on the content (excuse the crumbs) but there's an idea that won't leave me alone-

what if Peaches was not human, but an immortal from the beginning? How much would change? I know the whole appeal of these AUs - I mean, that's why I love them and I absolutely love this lil corner of the fandom. but I've been kinda diving into the whole immortality biz in Chinese myths for my oc, so now I'm curious.

Peaches could be someone cultivating and practicing Xian (i hope I'm using that right) for years, or consumed pills/elixir of immortality somehow, or a demon who is oddly very kind and empathetic - would the bois still love her just as much? How different is the dynamic now even if Peaches retains her core personality traits?

love your work! and hydrate before ya diedrate

ive been thinking about this, and i kinda like the idea of immortal reader being an attendant of the heavenly peach orchard.

not super high up the ladder, but not at the bottom either. her powers are limited to helping plants grow just a little bit, creating temporary barriers, and being able to float the way all celestials can. the higher-ups figure that since no one is bold or stupid enough to steal from heaven, they don’t need any extra security in the immortal peach groves.

you can take a guess as to how reader meets the monkeys.

they show up to the orchards, ready to fight their way to the peaches, but instead of some overpowered celestial soldiers guarding the orchard, it's....one immortal maiden. just the one. but she doesn't seem all that powerful, soooooo...

...maybe she'd agree to let them take a few without too much trouble?

the monkey bros go the "oh don't mind us we're just a couple of cute lil monkeys, here to cause adorable and harmless mischief" route in their approach to getting reader to let her gaurd down.

they approach her while she takes a break from pruning some dead branches. she's understandably surprised and suspicious about these two seemingly normal monkeys who've snuck in, but... they are pretty cute. and tame; they let her pet them and give them scritches. perhaps they're one of the heavenly official's pets. reader supposes that they can stay for a while.

wukong and macaque play their parts, get reader's guard down, and steal a couple dozen peaches each. reader notices, but there's not much she can do beyond shooing the monkeys out with a broom (and her soft heart barely allows her to do that). she knows that if she reports it, those cute lil monkeys will be hunted down and killed.

she supposes she could put in a request for higher walls around the grove, or more barriers (she still wonders how the boys managed to get through the first ones), but with how slowly things get done in the bureaucracy...it'd be a very, very long time until it was even brought up in court.

besides, even then....they're monkeys. animals. she won't place blame on them for being what they are. those little cuties probably had no idea that the immortal peaches were any different from the ones on earth.

she could never stay mad at their adorable lil faces anyways.

---

reader, despite what you might think, has a pretty laid back job. once all her chores for the day have been completed (those magic trees don't really need much beyond the essentials to do their thing), she has a good amount of free time to sit and, you guessed it—read.

macaque (because of course, he has to be the first one to fall in every au) decides, on a bored whim, to go visit that nice attendant they stole from not too long ago. perhaps he'll collect some intel while he's up there.

he finds her after a bit of searching. reader sits in a secluded corner of the grove, leisurely turning pages and enjoying the shade. macaque, still disguised, sidles up to her. reader notices, seeming surprised to see him before her face morphs into... a rather adorable pout. perhaps she thinks she's being intimidating.

'damn, no wonder the bureaucracy didn't think they needed any more security,' macaque thinks sarcastically. such a fearsome maiden they've chosen to guard the immortal peaches.

while reader takes a minute to admonish him about stealing, it isn't long before she sighs and gives up on her lecture in favor of scratching him gently behind his ears. he churrs low in his chest. her whole demeanor is as soft and sweet as the peaches she guards (her hands as well, he notes, pressing into them).

macaque laughs internally. a fearsome maiden, indeed.

macaque manages to wiggle his way into reader's lap, pulling her attention from her book. she knows she should be trying to scare him off, but...just—just look at him! he's so cute, and she's too pulled in by how cute he is to notice the oddly powerful aura he seems to exude (far too powerful to be a normal monkey). he enjoys her touch for a while longer before he hears the far-off call of his annoying brother, wondering where he is. he bumps his head into reader's hand by way of goodbye before running off to shadow away more secretively.

reader watches him go, sighing. she really should shoo him away next time.

---

macaque keeps coming back. and reader continues to be unable to kick him out.

with very few visitors and no one else to talk to, reader begins to tell him everything that she overhears during the day; the officials don't think anyone is listening when they air out their gossip as they walk by the orchard. she doesn’t know it, but she’s saving macaque the energy of using his powers to gather this intel on his own.

the six-eared demon makes a habit of showing up to the grove to laze around with his favorite maiden and listen to her read, using “spying” as the excuse he gives his brother for why he's been running off so often. reader seems to have accepted that he won't be leaving her alone any time soon, and he takes full advantage. macaque comes to think of reader and the secluded corner of the grove as his own little peice of heaven.

of course, sooner or later, wukong joins in. he's a bit angry that macaque didn't just say he was visiting the peach orchard and it's attendant; he wouldn't have minded, he would've come with! macaque doesn't bother trying to explain that he didn't want to share.

but share he does, seeing as wukong greedily takes all the attention from reader he can get. the monkey king finds himself enamored with the maiden who's hands and heart are as soft as the fruits she tends to. he won't admit it (it may hurt his carefully crafted "ruthless demon king" image if he did), but wukong is a cuddle bug when it comes to reader. everything about her is just so soft, and she's so kind, and she always smells like peaches—he could spend hours laying on her chest as she reads.

he just feels so...peaceful, with her.

the boys are entangled in reader's life, visiting whenever they can and butting into whatever she happens to be doing. they see her day to day happiness (brief conversations with the lower maids she's friends with), and her struggles (the two monkeys bore witness to the officials taking their anger out on reader over something trivial, their rage towards heaven growing stronger). the two grow more and more attached to her as time goes on.

and so they begin to work a small abduction into the grander scheme of their plan.

---

sooner or later, the monkey warlords properly raid heaven. they and their demon army storm the jade palace, murdering servants, footsoldiers, and as many officials as they can. the monkey king and the six-eared macaque lead a massacre so bloody it stains the palace walls red. wukong especially holds back none of his rage, getting caught up in his hatred for heaven and zealously continuing to shed as much celestial blood as he can.

during a lull in the chaos, macaque, covered in vicera, makes his way to the immortal peach grove. with the battle coming to a close and the demon forces being driven back, now is as good a time as ever to snatch up a special “peach” for himself and his brother.

he finds said peach preoccupied with a gallant attempt at protecting herself and a few lower maids from a demon soldier, using a series of barriers. the soldier breaks the barriers almost as fast as reader can make them, rapidly pushing her and her companions into a corner. reader puts up a brave fight, but she's a celestial attendant, not a celestial warrior.

macaque calls out to the soldier, halting their attack and telling them to regroup with the others and prepare to move out. the soldier complies, crassly assuring the women that they’re about to be nothing more than bloody pulp on the garden wall. no one has ever gone against the shadow general of the demon army and lived.

macaque waits until the soldier is out of sight before leisurely approaching the still quivering group of maids and their determined, but exhausted looking guard. reader tenses as he steps closer. she feels a horrible sense of dread crawl down her spine when she gets a good look at him.

the dark fur, the shape of the mask marking on his face...reader feels tears start to bead at the corners of her eyes.

this entire time, she'd been petting and coddling the six-eared macaque. the second in command of the dreaded demon army has been sitting right in front of her and she had no idea. reader can barely keep her breathing steady.

and if this is her dark-furred companion, then the lighter-furred one must be…oh stars.

…she let the monkey king in.

she practically threw open the doors for him. she didn’t report them when she should have, she knew there was something strange about them but she was so sure they were just normal animals—oh stars above, if the jade emperor ever discovered this, she’d be executed.

but…but reader steels herself. she can deal with that later. her friends are counting on her.

now, she’s certainly not expecting the blood-covered demon general across from her to be open to bargaining (he could just kill all of them now, but reader gets the feeling he wouldn't be merciful enough to end it quickly). and he knows exactly what leverage he has over her, she can see it in the smug look on his face.

but she tries anyways.

“let them go, please,” she begs breathlessly, arms shaking from the strain of maintaining her magic. the least she can do is buy her friends a moment more. “do whatever you want with me, but they are blameless.”

macaque chuckles, the sound reverberating lowly between the trees. whatever he wants, huh? oh, sweet peach. she should know better than to give him so much leeway.

“that is tempting. if that’s the case, then perhaps you’ll go with me willingly,” he muses, tail swaying slowly. his fangs glint dangerously when he smirks.

“don’t fight, and no harm will come to them. that, and your secret will be safe with me. honest."

reader doesn’t believe him. she can’t, but she and her friends are so low priority that calling for help would be useless. if the demon army has been as effective as the screaming would lead her to believe, the celestial host has much bigger problems than rescuing a gardener and some lowly maidservants. and with the chance that she’ll be seen through and blamed for every gory death that's happened beyond the walls of the peach groves...

she doesn’t have a choice.

reader slowly, cautiously lowers her barriers, despite the worried cries of the maids behind her. they cower closer together as reader takes a slow step closer to macaque.

with a flick of his wrist, reader is struck by a sleeping spell so potent she falls into macaque's waiting arms like a lead weight. the demon gathers his beloved into his hold with a gentleness that doesn't fit his gory visage.

he sinks into a shadow, leaving the maids to clutch each other and cry at the loss of reader and the near loss of their own lives.

---

reader wakes up days later in the royal bedchambers of the stone palace. she startles at seeing the monkey king and the six-eared macaque laying on either side of her, stripped to just a loose pair of pants each. she herself has been changed to a comfortable silk robe, her own clothing nowhere to be seen.

reader feels a cold sludge in her gut. she scrambles out of the pillow pit, kicking a few into the face of one of her captors as she goes. she checks herself over, looking for bite marks, claw marks, anything to indicate the two demons sharing a bed with her had violated her in any way. she looks, and breathes a heavy sigh.

she finds nothing.

"we figured we'd wait until you were awake to start marking territory," the tired, yet still somehow smug voice of the monkey king chimes from behind her. reader turns to see the demon leveling an amorous look her way. his gold and crimson eyes burn like fire in the low light.

reader ignores him in favor of falling to her knees and burying her face in her hands. now that she has a moment to think, her failure has decided to take centerstage; she was the one who let the monkey king into the jade palace, she let him steal the immortal peaches, she's the one who carelessly shared all the gossip that told them when the best time to attack would be, she's to blame for all the lives lost—

"hey. y'know we would've raided heaven even if we hadn't met you, right? it's not your fault," macaque says, propping his head in his hand to look at her. he doesn't have the decency to hide how he's sizing her up, poison purple eyes glowing whilst tracing her curves. reader shrinks into herself a bit more.

"yep. don't feel too bad, peaches. i was never gonna spare any of those bureaucrats in the first place," wukong adds. "and besides, none of those guys cared about you anyway, so why feel bad?"

reader sobs, pressing her hands to her eyes. she knows. she knows how callous the officials could be, but that doesn't mean they deserved to die. it doesn't mean the servants and foot soldiers who were only following orders deserved their fates.

she hears movement, then feels a set of strong, furred arms wrap around her. wukong rests his head on her shoulder. he nuzzles his nose against her neck. she feels his warm breath and the glance of deadly sharp fangs when he speaks.

"they didn't deserve the mercy you seem to think they did."

---

wukong places a seal on reader's powers. what little defense she had against them is gone with the placement of a brand-like marking in between her shoulder blades (and a few more along her shoulders made with his teeth).

reader can't do anything. wukong won't let her leave, and even if she could, the heavenly court will have her executed if she goes back. so, she remains on the monkey king's mountain.

she didn't think she'd share a fate with the precious fruit she'd failed to protect.

#bad end wukong #twice as bad au #immortal peach au #i guess??? cause shes an immortal??? #this got waaay longer than expected #got tired and couldnt figure out how to end it #dialogue is hard

[darling2411]

I guess we’re best friends?

images are from Pinterest, I do not own them.

Mick Schumacher x reader

Word count: 745

Summary: They’re best friends now?

Warnings: none

ⓘ It’s been a while, let’s see how this goes and if I am going to ever finish this series :0

“Mick!!!” You exclaimed “where are you?!”

“I'm right here.” He responds from behind you and you spin around with a grin on your face. “Hi”

“Hi [y/n]” you look up at him. Gosh he’s really beautiful, he looks like an angel, your angel. “In your text you asked me to come meet you. "What's up?”

“I wanted to ask you if you would like to go to dinner this evening with me and Emma ? We wanted to celebrate the beginning of the new season, she thinks it may bring luck.”

Emma? He wanted to have dinner with you and Emma? As in his girlfriend Emma ? You frown “Well as much as I’d like that I don’t want to intrude, also Meave and l have plans for girls night tonight, so no, but thank you for inviting me Mickey.” You stand up on your tippy toes and plant a kiss on his cheek before you leave the Haas motorhome. Your mind is racing, she wants to celebrate because it will bring luck? He doesn’t need luck and celebrating before something happens most likely won’t bring good luck, it will probably only attract negativity!

Gosh you didn’t even really know her and you already didn’t like her. And why do you feel like you could throw up when you’re thinking about him having a nice romantic dinner with his girlfriend? ‘I probably just ate something bad this morning…’ you say to yourself.

Mick watches you walk away.

And like always with every step you make you take his heart with you.

It’s wrong that he feels like this, you're his best friend, nothing more, and he’s in a relationship with a woman he really likes just not loves.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Maeve?!" You shout as you walk through the door into your apartment that you share with your best friend “open the wine, we will need it!”

“Oh shit” you could hear her swear as she scrambled from the couch and slithered into the kitchen to open the red wine you keep restocked for exactly these kinds of moments.” What did he do?” She asks you. Sometimes you think she’s able to read your mind.

You sigh” let’s sit down.”

She nods and both of you grab your wine glass. When you’re settled on the couch she looks at you expectantly but before you can even begin to tell her how horrible your life is right now you bring your glass to your lips and take a big gulp.

“Alright, I just wanna start by saying that I don’t know why this feels so wrong and I have no idea what it means but heinvitedmetodinnerwithhisgirlfriendandihatedtheideasomuchiwantedtopuke.”

Meave stares at you blankly and then starts to laugh. “Excuse me, what did you say? The beginning I understood but then you started speaking so fast not even Spencer Reid could’ve kept up with you.” She sent you a meaningful look “tell me again, nice and slow alright?”

“Mimimi it wasn’t that bad” you huff.

“Not that bad?!" Babe you talked faster than Usain Bolt runs!”

“Hey!”

She laughs” come one now, tell me”

“What I said is that Mick invited me to dinner with his girlfriend and I hated the idea so much I wanted to puke. Like I said before I’ve got no idea why I disliked this so much, I mean she seems pretty nice…”

“Pretty nice?!" She stole your sweet angel Mick!”

You sigh sadly “How could she steal something that was never mine to begin with?” You take another sip of wine and Meave copies you before answering.

“Never yours? Girl are you blind? He looks at you like you yourself created the sun and painted the sky. He is so one hundred percent in love with you, you both are, you’re just too afraid to admit it.”

“Well he has a girlfriend now, I can’t just steal him away. I mean it was different once, two years ago I could’ve easily made a move but now? Now he’s an important part of my life. If I tell him and he leaves me I could never come back from it. “

“Oh sweets, I’m so sorry, but I still believe that he likes you and that everything will turn out like it’s supposed to.” She hugs you tight, your empty glasses long forgotten on the living room floor.

“Well then I guess we’re best friends?”

“For now” Meave whispers.

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@meaganjm

@cosmic-w0lf

#formula 1 #f1 fanfic #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #my writing ᗢ #gtawwf

[zzprompto]

hey-hey! i hope you're doing well, love your writing <3

if you can, could i ask for the ffxv boys (prompto, noctis, ignis, gladio) with a male reader who's in a band? preferably implied to be a poly romantic thing with them (unless you don't do poly, platonic is good!) you can pick whatever format you feel like! :]

☆ our boy's in a band

ffxv boys x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

"i can't wait to see him!" prompto's voice echoed throughout the halls, he was clearly excited about something. ignis hummed and nodded in agreement, so did noctis.

"yeah, he looked amazing tonight." gladio responded to prompto's comment, letting out a small sigh as an image in his mind appeared about this 'he'.

the men kept walking through the hallways, backstage in a venue. they were all giddy, and practically buzzing with excitement just to see this 'he'.

eventually, the group reached a dressing room. ignis decided to knock lightly on the door, waiting for a response or for someone to open the door for him and the group behind him.

a few seconds pass, but the door creaks open. a man is standing at the other side of the door, looking quite tired but his face lights up as soon as he sees the men infront of him.

"[name]!" the group call out, all rushing to hug the man. they all throw themselves on top of [name], each trying to steal a kiss from their boyfriend.

a light chuckle escaped [name]'s lips as he tried to pull his boyfriend's off. he wanted his space, a little air to breathe and preferably a warning if he was to get crushed once again.

"well it's good to see you all too." [name] finally spoke up, a smile on his face as he looks over at the group infront of him. they all looked back in awe, prompto rushing to hog [name] for himself.

"oh babe! you looked so good out there today! you were so amazing!" prompto cooed, squeezing [name] as tightly as he could before someone else stole him away. [name] smiled at prompto and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "thank you." [name] whispered back.

then, gladio pulled [name] out of prompto's arms so the man could rest in his own muscular arms. "you were so handsome and sexy up on that stage." gladio purred, placing a few kisses to [name]'s neck. [name] responded with a few laughs, finding the way gladio's facial hair scratched his neck to be quite ticklish.

"yes, you were quite fascinating on stage my dear." ignis piped up, walking towards [name] to place a kiss on his forehead. ignis then moved gladio's arms off of [name], worried the poor man might get squished. instead, ignis let gladio hold onto his hand.

noctis was the last one to come up to [name], wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to nuzzle himself in the other man's neck. he seemed to be more tired than [name] even though he wasn't the one performing.

"mhm.." noctis hummed in agreement to what everyone else said previously. he just seemed to be more interested in getting home to sleep, just like [name].

"you two look very tired." ignis comments, taking a look at his partner's faces. there's a small frown wanting to form on ignis' lips. his heart aches as he sees how tired noctis and [name] look. "i guess we should get going now. unless you have to go get your fans to cheer for you again, [name]?" ignis asked, almost as if he was teasing his boyfriend.

[name] rolled his eyes, letting his own arms wrap around noctis. "no, i don't need to have my fans cheer for me." [name] responded to ignis with a hum. "the only people i need to cheer for me are you guys." [name] smirked.

prompto started to holler at [name]'s words, gladio and ignis joining in with laughs of their own. prompto then practically jumps over to [name], giving him a kiss on the lips. noctis groans and he pushes prompto away, wanting to be the only one in [name]'s arms right now.

"well, if that's the case i think we can go to the car and drive home, yes?" ignis suggests and all of the men nod along to him. "let's go then." ignis continues, taking hold of prompto's hand to drag him to the car.

gladio walked over to [name], shaking noctis off of him to pick up the other man. "a reward for your impressive work today, my prince." gladio smirked, kissing [name]'s forehead and picking him up.

noctis groans once again, glaring at gladio for stealing away his warmth. he just sighed, not bothering with his boyfriend. he just followed him, and his other boyfriends, to the car.

the group walked over to the car, squeezing inside as best as they could. ignis started driving off back home, engaging in conversation with his boyfriends. they all laughed and talked with eachother on the way home.

suddenly, [name] realised something and his eyes widened.

"oh shit. i forgot all my stuff back in the dressing room.." [name] mumbled.

ignis immediately stopped the car and he turned back around. everyone groaned and sighed at [name], shaking their heads.

"[name]!" prompto whined, turning around in his seat and pouting at his boyfriend. "how could you!" prompto continued, acting as if [name] had done the worst thing in the world.

"it's not my fault you guys dragged me out of the dressing room so quickly! it's not my fault you guys wanted to see me and snuggle up to me so badly!" [name] chuckled at prompto. the blonde pouted, turning back around in his seat with his arms crossed over our chest.

"i guess we were just too eager to see our band boy." gladio teased, pressing a kiss to [name]'s cheek. noctis and ignis hummed in agreement, ignis continuing to drive back to the venue.

the group couldn't wait for [name]'s next performance, to have another moment like this. but, they hoped [name] wouldn't end up leaving his stuff again.

- author's note: hope you enjoyed this! this was kind of silly, but i love it. keep requests coming, i love writing requests for you guys :)

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#chocobros x male reader #chocobros x reader #prompto x male reader #prompto x reader #gladiolus amicitia #prompto argentum #gladio x male reader #ignis x male reader #ignis x reader #noctis x reader #noctis x male reader #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #ffxv #ff15 #gay #mlm #x male reader #x reader #zzprompto #foryou #prompto argentum x male reader #gladiolus amiticia x reader #gladio x reader #ignis scientia x reader #noctis lucis caelum x reader

[mj-ackerman]

SxF Light Novel: Family Portrait Translation Mission 4: Portrait of the Forger Family!? (Part 3)

<<PART 2. DO NOT REPOST

“Thank you so much for staying with me today for so long. Thanks to all of you, I feel like I’ve embarked on a new path.”

“...... It's nothing, I’m so sorry for all the mess we have caused.”

Felix bowed his head deeply with a black garbage bag in his hand, and Loid responded with a smile so as not to show the tiredness in his face. 

The number of people in the park has decreased considerably, and the western sky was completely tinted with madder red. Loid, who was swept by these and other such gestures, was exhausted. Yor herself looked tired, as if she were an empty shell of a person. Anya fell asleep while the picture was being painted, and she is still sleeping comfortably in Loid’s arms. The only one who was in good spirits was Bond. 

When Loid apologized for not being able to go as far as coloring the painting, which was almost solely Yor’s fault rather than them entirely, Felix said, 

“No, I already have all of your colors in my mind. I’m going home now. I’ll finish the painting at home.”

“Is that so? I’m glad to hear that then.”

Loid replied vaguely, agreeing with Felix's words.

It was a bit disappointing as he thought that the perfectionist artist might have been disappointed with the unfinished painting and will put it in storage. 

They parted ways with Felix, who asked them to come back to this place in a week to show them the finished painting, and with that, they headed home. 

Loid has lost the energy to go to the supermarket and cook a meal. However, he was also not in the mood to go eat out. 

“I’m kind of tired, is it okay to have the dinner delivered?”

“Eh…Oh, yes of course.”

Yor, who was walking next to him with a heavy heart, answered half-heartedly. Loid did his best to lift his wife’s spirit with his cheerful voice as he said, 

“How about we have some pizza? I heard from my co-worker that there is a delicious restaurant that opened recently.”

“Eh? Oh, yes. I think it’s good. I was just thinking of eating some…..steak too.”

Hm? What does she mean by that? Does she mean a pizza with steak on it? 

He wondered if the new restaurant would have any, but when he asked, 

“When you’re tired, meat is the best after all, right?” 

The answer that came back was, 

“That’s right…when you’re tired sweet food is the best.”

“Erm..shall we get some cake after dinner on our way home?”

“Yes. Anya already fell asleep too, so I think it’s best if we take a bus home.”

“..........”

Their awkward conversation couldn’t match each other. 

Above all, Loid was concerned about her eyes that looked like a dead fish.

I guess she really didn’t want her face to be painted huh? 

If that was the reason for all those eccentricities, she must be feeling a deep sense of frustration now that it all ended in vain. 

Loid stole a glance at Yor, who was walking next to him, and he told his depressed wife in his mind,

“It’s alright, Yor.”

I can’t say this to you out loud, but our painting will never be displayed in an art museum. 

This Twilight will never let that happen.

Loid carried Anya in his one hand and walked away with Bond on the lead as he was mentally devising the best course of action. The easiest way to do it at this point would be to pretend to like the finished painting and purchase it at the organization’s expense a week later, but Loid can’t even imagine how much that would cost. More than anything, if Loid, who is nothing more than a mere psychiatrist, were to pay such a large sum of money out of his own pocket, it would be viewed as suspicious. 

If that’s the case, there is only one way left, although it'll be a little dangerous. 

He breaks into Felix’s house, pretends to be a burglar and steals the finished painting. 

Sure enough, that’ll be the most realistic plan. Once that’s decided, all that’s left is to put it into action…..

Good grief, how did this come to this? 

Loid never thought that coming to the park with his family would put him in a situation where his life as a spy would be threatened. 

Was today a bad day or something? 

Lately, the talented spy, who has been unable to do things without his stomach medicine, let out a soft sigh. 

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“......so, all of the sudden you just made a weird request to check out Felix Curtis’ house huh.”

Franky, a familiar informant at the store front, snorted as if he wasn’t convinced. 

“You really do get yourself involved in such weird things a lot.”

“That’s right. What a disaster.”

“I also thought it was another famous painter doing activist work behind the scenes.”

“It would be easier if it was like that.”

Loid chuckled shallowly.

If Felix was a terrorist who wanted to break off diplomatic relations between East and West, and for that purpose he approached “Twilight”, a spy from the West, there would be no other way to deal with the situation. However, Felix was a good painter to the core. And yes, because he was a good person, the situation had come to this. 

“Here you go. This is the address you asked for.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Franky gave him a piece of paper with the address of an apartment near the park. 

“What about the security system?”

“I’ll be honest with you, his house is full of holes. It's the kind of thing that makes you wonder how someone who is supposed to be super rich could be living in such a rundown apartment.”

Apparently, it was true that most of the profits for his paintings were spent in training future painters. 

Loid casually puts the paper into his pocket.

Putting the information fee on the stand as if it were a cigarette free, Loid was about to walk away saying, “See you later then,” but Franky held him back.

“Well, wait.”

“What? Unlike you, I’m a busy person, you know.”

“Stop being so cold. I did a bit of research on him, and I don’t think it’s going to be what you think it’s going to be, maybe?”

As he said that, he flickered another piece of paper. 

“What’s this about?”

Frowning, Loid reached for the paper, and Franky lifted it in a heap.

“This will have a separate charge from earlier.”

“Don’t play dirty with me.”

Saying that, Loid quickly took the four folded pieces of paper from Franky’s hand. 

“Ah! That’s unfair!!”

“I’ll decide if what I see here is worth paying extra.”

“Who’s playing dirty now?”

Ignoring Franky’s indignation, he looked over the paper. And as he lightly glanced with both eyes, 

.......so that’s what it was about?

Loid almost burst into laughter. 

“What? That’s disgusting.”

“Nothing. It’s just that you’re right.”

“I told you.”

“Yeah. I should have realized that sooner.”

Loid smiled with a huff and placed an additional fee on the stand. He finally understood why he smelled an oil paint on the head of the painter he met that day in the park. 

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A week later, Felix, who was waiting for them at the same spot in the park, showed them a portrait of their family, painted with an incredibly original and bold touch. It was far from being as elaborate as a photograph, depending on how you look at it, it looked like a child’s doodle. 

“Huh? Is that a potato?”

“No, that is Bond.”

“This one is probably a shrimp.”

“I’m sorry…..that’s actually Loid.”

The good-natured painter shyly informed them that, having worked with watercolors all his life, he was not yet used to working with oil paints. However, he looked very happy and refreshed. 

“Thanks to all of you, I was able to enjoy painting from the bottom of my heart. I’m really grateful to all of you.”

Once again, Loid gazes at the painting he had already seen when he broke into Felix’s house. This is the first abstract painting by the artist who had taken the world by storm with his realistic paintings, and was painted at the end of a slump. No one knows how much it will be worth, or whether it will go unappreciated. But at least with this painting, even if it were to be displayed in an art museum, he was certain that it would not be a hindrance for the mission. 

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“For some reason, I’m feeling kind of hungry. I’ll make dinner tonight, Loid!”

“Huh!? Oh….okay then, go ahead…”

Loid, bewildered, turned his back on Yor, who made a declaration with a smile.

“Well then, let's stop by at the supermarket on our way home.”

Saying so, Yor headed towards the exit of the park with bouncy steps. Her mood had clearly improved after seeing Felix’s painting. Loid was relieved to see a cheerful expression on her face for the first time in a while, since for the past week, she had been so dark and gloomy. 

“If there’s anything you want to eat, just tell me.”

Contrary to Yor’s smiling face, Anya, who was clearly not very excited, took the precaution of saying, 

“.....I’m not really hungry.”

Loid quickly soothed her as he whispered, 

“I’ll buy you whatever sweets you like later.”

It was all for the sake of a harmonious family. All for the sake of the mission. 

“You know that Yor’s cooking skills are getting better day by day, right? It’ll be fine.”

“You’ll be the food taster then, Papa.”

“I think I’d prefer to have beef…or maybe, shall we buy a whole duck? Some salted pork too….”

She was thinking about tonight’s menu while humming. At that, Loid chuckled. 

Even if Felix’s style hadn’t changed so drastically, I would have stolen it and that would have been the end of it. 

Well, there was no way that Yor would know about that, and he really felt sorry for her for the past week. 

Maybe I should ask her out on a date again? No, but I don’t want her to kick me in the jaw again, so maybe we’ll just go out to eat something delicious together as a family. 

While thinking about such things, he let out a sigh of relief, at any rate, this series of turmoil had been successfully resolved safely. 

“Nevertheless, that painting was really indescribable…”

Aside from the potato-like Bond, Loid, for example, was even mistaken for shrimp by Anya. But on the other hand, he also thought that there was something in that painting that was not there when Felix was painting those beautiful photograph-like paintings. However, even Loid doesn’t know what it was. 

At that, Anya suddenly announced, 

“I like that painting.”

With a childlike undeservedness, she added, 

“It looked terrible, but I like the warmness of it.”

“..........”

And all of the sudden, Loid felt like she understood something that he didn’t understand. A precious something that was not found in the elaborate, photographic-like paintings that made a full use of wonderful skills. Felix probably had a smile on his face because he was able to find it. 

As Loid recalled the painter’s happy smile in his mind, he heard Yor said, “Hehehe, it really was a wonderful painting,” agreeing with Anya. 

“It makes me very happy to think that we were so happy in his eyes….”

She smiled shyly as she said that, and Loid smiled at her and said,  

“..... You're right.”

There was really nothing more to it. He only agreed to it for the sake of this temporary family’s peace. It was Loid Forger, the entity created for this mission, who agreed to the word’s of his family, not Twilight himself. However, that feeling was delivered with a calmness that surprised even himself. Just like the blue sky today….

“I think it was a very good painting, too.”

Such words flowed naturally, and Bond barked a “Borf!” as if to agree. 

Anya laughed as she said, 

“Bond said he likes it too.”

Seeing her daughter like that, Yor smiled softly. 

Under the blue sky, there was a smile on Loid’s cheeks that wasn’t just a fake smile.

#spy x family #spy x family light novel: family portrait #loid forger #anya forger #yor forger #bond forger #forger family #twiyor #felix curtis #please do not repost

[m-mintyq]

stolen sweaters

pairing : Will Byers x gn!reader, no pronouns mentioned

word count : 1.09 k

summary : you stole one of Will’s sweater sometime in the summer of ‘85. you only told him some time before he was moving, but he said you could keep it. Later when we go to California you bring it with you, which leads to a bittersweet nostalgia conversation because you put it on once you all got back after the trip to Rink-O-Mania.

warnings? : just fluff & mutual pining :]. very minimal swearing

a/n : I wrote this as a shifting scenario, so there's a mention of a birthday- so just pretend your birthday is before march. you may also pretend that it's a super late gift if your birthday is after march :') plus I'm taking this as my opportunity to insert my headcanon that Will helps Joyce around the house with tasks and stuff.

this is also my first time publishing something like this so be kind lol <3

“Is that my sweater?” Will said as he walked into his bedroom, checking on you.

“Sure is…I hope you don’t mind that I kept it this long.” you said, sliding your suitcase back away and sitting to face your friend.

“No, no, not at all…More surprised that you still have it” He said sitting by his desk, fiddling with his hands to distract from the awkwardness.

It’s not that it was awkward talking to each other, it’s just that there was some kind of tension in the room making both of you a bit nervous.

“Well I can’t really just throw it away, plus it’s a really nice sweater.” You remarked. True, you couldn’t throw away a sweater that didn’t even really belong to you and you would’ve felt awful throwing it away even if it was yours. And the sweater really was nice, it was comfortable, not like those itchy Christmas sweaters your grandparents would get you, but more like the ones that were warm, comfortable, had that old knitted look & feel all without itching.

“Doesn’t smell like you anymore tho.” You half-whispered without thinking as you began to fiddle with the sleeves.

“What?”

“Uhh..It doesn’t smell like you anymore. I remember finally wearing it after you’d moved because it was too hard to even put it on once you left and noting that it smelt like you.” finally looking up from each others distractions your eyes met, both wanting to break away because you had problems making eye contact, but the want to stay in the moment just made it feel like time froze.

“You…you know what I smell like?” It would’ve sounded creepy in any other context but it was nice in this one. While thoughts of worry and wanting to go back and shut up ran through your head, all Will could think about is how his heart got warmer at the idea of you longing for him and wearing the old sweater to feel closer to him.

“It- It sounds weird and creepy I- I know but-”

“No…I, I think it’s kind of sweet.” you were kindly cut off before you could dig yourself a hole even deeper.

“Soooo…you still got some on you for the sweater?” chuckling, you were referring to the scent of the sweater, as if Will just carried around a bottle of it.

“I- what do you want me to do with it- rub it on me?” he said giggling in-between words as he got up out of the chair, going to sit on the floor opposite you.

“I don't know! Whatever works I guess…Or I could just steal a new one.” joining in the laughing, you switched into a more comfortable position since sitting on your knees was proving to not be as nice as imagined.

“mmmh…I might have a nice one somewhere-” Will responded now shuffling closer to his wardrobe, opening a half empty drawer.

“No I wasn’t actually serious- I mean I can’t take ANOTHER sweater—”

“I’m fine with giving you one—”

“No Will I can’t, I already feel bad for having kept this one.” still set on not taking any more of your ‘friends’ clothes, your tone got firmer, a bit too firm for your liking but you had a trouble regulating your tone, plus it was too late to rephrase now.

Both of you paused for a moment, the silence letting you slip into overthinking, questioning whether you said something wrong- maybe you did say it too harshly? fuck did you make it too awkward? you probably sound stupid…what if you did something? does-

“What if…youuu…gave me back the old sweater…and I give you a new one?” Will prompted, pulling out a similar style sweater. “It should be practically the same.”

Pulled from your thoughts your eyes ran over the object in his hands, Wills eyes examining your expression from your peripherals. “You sure? It was really just a silly comment you don't have to.”

“But I want to. Take it as a late birthday gift”

“But you sent me a gift—”

“Doesn't matter, take it. Besides, sweaters look good on you.” Taking the sweater into your hands and examining it, you felt a flash of heat on your face, but hoping it wasn't too noticeable you sent your friend a smile.

Pulling Will into a hug, you dropped the sweater in your lap so you have both hands free. “Thank you.” Though this made you blush even more, to your dismay, you didn't really care, more focused on your ‘friend’ at the moment.

Will on the other side, though calm on the outside, was yelling on the inside. All positive of course.

It took him by surprise when you pulled him in, him having been so focused on your expression and reaction to the ‘gift’

Both of you just kind of sat there, not wanting to let go. It was kind of nice, feeling the warmth and comfort of each other, but with more time passing the tension of awkwardness grew too much to ignore. Conveniently, both of you awkwardly parted at the same time, not really knowing what else to do other than continue to sit in silence for a moment longer.

“So uhh…”

“Yeah I’m gonna just…put this away and…”

“I..I’ll see you, in the kitchen?” Will said half-stumbling to his feet and then to the door.

“Yeah..Yeah I’ll be there in a sec.” hurrying you pulled your backpack closer to you, zipped it open & carefully put it inside, avoiding the other things already in there. Putting the bag aside again, you got to your feet and hurried after Will.

You noticed Jonathan and Argyle sitting at the table, Murray and Joyce setting the table, while Mike and Jane nowhere in sight for now. Finally your eyes caught Will, speed-walking from kitchen to dining room, carrying plates, glasses, cutlery back and forth. Didn’t he leave his room like…just a minute ago?

You slipped into a chair next to Jonathan, him shooting you a dopey smile before turning back to Argyle. Soon enough the table was filled with food, Mike and Jane sulking in their seats, Will contently sitting opposite you, and Joyce running her last task before coming to sit down.

“Is that Will’s old sweater?” she said sitting down.

“Mom—” Will spoke out of embarrassment, already begun to poke at his food.

“Uhhh- yeah, it is.” You half-willingly responded, pointing your eyes down in your plate.

“Hm…It looks nice on you.”

#will byers #will byers x reader #will byers x male reader #will byers x male!reader #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #will byers x you #mlm #mlnb #fluff #mutual pining #fanfic #oneshot #will byers fanfiction #will byers fluff

[my-own-walker]

what difference does it make?

THIS GIF I JUST. BRRRRRRRR. MAKES MY PEA BRAIN GO BRRRR.

summary: ghost bf tate and y/n find comfort in each other in this fucked up world. (y/n doesn't know he's dead yet. violet doesn't exist, obv). this story is based loosely on the song 'what difference does it make?' by the smiths. felt fitting.

warnings: tate langdon x fem!reader, heavy angst, mentions of sh, murder, and harm.

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Tate's POV

The devil will find work for idle hands to do.

'I'm sorry I can't be who you need me to be. All I can do is be here,' I cried. Screwing my eyes shut and balling my fists, I began to sob.

I couldn't take it anymore. The women of this house. The things they required of me. I didn't want to be evil. I didn't want to do what I was doing. I was so confused. So lost.

I would be overcome by this feeling. This white-hot sensation would sear through my brain, stealing my vision and making my knees weak. The next thing I knew, I would be back where I started. Minutes, sometimes hours later. Tears in my eyes.

I stole and I lied, and why? Because you asked me to!

I would hear of the awful things I'd done through the voices around me. The other people that were trapped here would sing my praises for killing, murdering, stealing, whatever. Sometimes I would wake up from the fits in the middle of my horrible acts. Looking down and seeing pools of red and faces in agony. I didn't do this. I would think. But now I know it was me. It was all my fault.

Why me? Why do I have to ruin the lives of the people around me? I just want to be a good person. I'm only 17. A kid.

For we have been through hell and high tide / I can surely rely on you

She moved into the house. She was the only salvation I had. Her love for me proved to me that I wasn't a monster. I was more than just some pawn in this house's game. I wasn't on this Earth to simply cause harm.

I pretended to "accidentally" throw a ball through her window one day when her parents weren't home. She rushed over to the window and looked out at me, a look of shock and fright on her face. I looked up apologetically. My best puppy-dog-eyed performance.

'I'm sorry ma'am!' I quipped. My hand was resting above my eyes to shield the sun.

'Ma'am...?' she scoffed. 'Do I really look that old?' She rolled her eyes.

'Uh- no? You're just- I- I'm sorry. I'm Tate,' I replied looking down at my shoes. Bashful. Nice.

'Y/N.' she replied, crossing her arms sarcastically. 'You fucking broke my window.'

'I know...I-'

'This is a new house, my parents will kill me.'

'Oh my god, I had no idea,' I played dumb.

'Do you want your ball back at least?' she smirked, holding the perpetrator up demonstratively.

'Yes, please,' I said, thinking I blew it. That was the wrong 'in' I guessed. The wrong way to get her to love me.

'Then you'll have to come get it,' she smirked and walked away from the window.

Well, I'm still fond of you

From then on I was a regular fixture in her room. I helped her dad fix the window, just to show how nice of a guy I am.

She lived with her dad and stepmom. Her mother had died just a little less than a year ago, and the fat bastard was already remarried. Sick freak. I needed to protect her from him.

It was a car accident that took her. She tried merging off of the highway at the same time as another driver was trying to merge onto the highway. She side-swiped them and her car flipped. The driver's side was crushed.

'I could have been in the car with her that day,' Y/N later explained. 'She asked me to go get groceries with her and I said no, and then she died.'

My heart breaks for her, it really does.

She hurts herself, too. I watched her do it one time. She didn't know I was here. I cried as I watched her etch lines into her thighs, one at a time. She didn't wince, or cry. She just sat there, expressionless.

I tried to protect her from the people of the house. Its victims. She didn't deserve to be scared or feel the pain that they did. I kept them away from her.

Oh, my sacred one

It was three days after Y/N found her dad cheating on her stepmom. She was distant. I didn't feel like she'd want to see me. She made no attempts to contact me.

I was a sitting duck, unable to help her. In the days prior I watched her. Alone. Rotting in her room. Skipping school. Hurting herself. It was too much to bear.

On this particular day, though, I decided she needed me. As much as she was pushing me away she still needed me. And I needed her.

She didn't understand.

My conversation with Nora hadn't gone well. She was asking too much of me. Too much. And shortly after the feeling came again. I had another fit. I was overcome and powerless. The white-hot pain lit my brain on fire. And then I was standing alone in the basement again with blood on my hands. I began to sob. I needed Y/N.

I worshipped her. The softness of her cheeks. The way her hair cascaded and framed her face. The way she would cover her mouth when she smiled because she hated how it looked. The things she would wear. Her knit sweaters and black lace-up boots.

Everything she did was pure magic to me.

Her sense of humor. Her compassion. The way she feels things. So deeply. She feels with every ounce of her being. I wish I felt that, rather than utter fucking apathy all the time.

I gathered my courage and found myself in her room. She was asleep.

I made my way over to her bedside slowly, taking care not to wake her. I lowered myself onto the seat next to her and watched as the hair that covered her face moved with each breath she took. Her still form filled my stomach with butterflies and made my chest feel funny. She was so peaceful. For once, I didn't see pain on her face.

Tears sprang to my eyes yet again. How could a person be so perfect?

She must've sensed it because she stirred. Turning onto her back and stretching her arms out. Her eyes fluttered open, aimed at the ceiling. I could see it better, then. Her eyes. They were puffy and red. She'd been crying.

She turned her head slowly as she stretched again, inadvertently making herself face me. Her eyes widened, but she didn't jump. It was almost like she couldn't believe I was there.

'Tate?' she croaked.

'Hey, beautiful,' I replied, relieved that she wasn't immediately angry with my being there.

She cracked a small smile.

'I was worried about you so I came over. I hope I'm not bothering you...' I continued.

'No- no Tate not at all,' Y/N stammered, propping herself up slightly. 'I actually hoped you'd come. I didn't realize that after all this time I just...never got your number. I've been needing you but had no way to contact you. You've always just been...here, I don't know. I never thought to ask.' She laughed, sadly.

Shit. I thought. I need to figure that out somehow. Or come clean. Fuck.

'It's okay now, though. You're here. I haven't been able to cope at all,' she trailed off, looking out the window behind her headboard. 'What time is it even? I've been sleeping so much...'

'It doesn't matter,' I said, 'if you need rest, you should rest.'

'I'm so tired...'

'Me too, Y/N...me too,' I sighed. I didn't even realize I had started crying until Y/N shot up in her bed and crawled over to the edge to take my face in her hands. She wiped the tears from under my eyes with the pads of her thumbs. Then, she kissed my cheeks, kissing the rest of the tears away.

'Rough day, huh?' she asked.

'It's a goddamn filthy, fucked up world we live in, Y/N,' I managed. 'I've missed you.'

She motioned with her head for me to join her on the bed. She even turned up the covers slightly so I could crawl under, but I didn't. That would take too much time. I needed to be in her embrace immediately.

I laid on my side as she wrapped her arms around my chest. She laid her head atop mine softly and sighed.

'I'm so tired,' I uttered.

She simply stroked my hair.

'I love you, Tate,' she muttered after a while. Electricity shot through my body. I was for one, all-encompassing moment, alive again. She loved me. And I loved her.

Oh, I'm too tired / I'm so sick and tired / And I'm feeling very sick and ill today

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Okay, that's all, I guess. My brain won't allow me to write more for some reason. Let me know what you'd like more of and I'll do it. This has been fun so far.

#tate langdon #tate langdon imagine #tate langdon x reader #evan peters x female reader #ahs murder house #ahs fanfic #ahs fandom

[gabithefanwriter]

Crash the Wedding, Kidnap the Bride, Simple Plan

Edgin x Female Reader

I watched this movie back in April okay? Don’t hate me lmao

I shook my head, feeling the emotions overwhelm me. I wanted to cry so badly, but I had to stand strong.

I made a promise. I couldn’t break it, but still...

I wanted to be with my real family, not this one that makes plans for me. I am a Princess, and I could never be a free soul, even as I learned the ways of becoming a cleric. I still had to say goodbye to Doric, to Simon, Holga, Kira and Edgin.

Edgin.

I hated myself for it. The heartbroken yet surprised looks they had all given me for revealing who I was, who I truly was.

The large white gown stood like a creampuff around me. I anted to tear it all off, but I stood still as my handmaidens placed on my tiara and my veil, handing me the bouquet full of daisies. I looked in the mirror and saw the necklace that I had to hide soon.

A necklace in the shape of a forget-me-not. My favourite flower.

I still hated myself for falling for the bard. The thief, the father of the little girl who I began to consider as my own. 

Why did I have to fall for Edgin of all people?

“Your Majesty,” I turned to a guard who nodded his head, “It’s time.”

My time as a maiden was almost up. Soon, I was to be wed to the Prince of another nearby kingdom. One I despised.

I felt my heart ache as I slowly made my way towards the great hall. I had to fight the urge to cry. I was doing this for my kingdom. For my people. I would lose my happiness for everyone I held dear, doing everything they wanted. 

But for now, I could only smile as I gently touch the necklace before going, taking in the feeling of freedom for only a little bit longer before it completely slips through my fingers.

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I was walking down the aisle, my veil hiding my look of defeat. I could see him there, smiling as if I were a prize to be won. I bit my lip as I finally made my way towards him, gently stepping on the podium. The priest was there, and I felt my freedom slowly slip away. I couldn’t hear the priest, I couldn’t focus on the prince before me, all I thought about was Edgin. His sweet, bright colourful and full of mischief eyes. Edgin, the bard who sang to me when I needed it, the man who showed me true freedom, who I had chased away after I revealed my identity to protect them. 

Edgin, the man I wanted to actually marry.

“If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace...”

“I OBJECT!”

My eyes turned and I saw him there, the doors falling closed behind him, throwing him forward. I swore I heard him mutter something along the lines of “that wasn’t how I planned it but sure I guess”. He then looked up to me, and I felt my heart race at the look he gave me. “I object to this wedding.”

I didn’t dare fight the smile that slowly creeped up on my lips, even as my eyes held worry as I stared, “Edgin, what are you-?”

“I don’t want you to marry anyone, Y/n,” he began softly, making his way to me as I slowly got down to meet him halfway, holding his face in my hands. He continued, “I only want you to marry me, because you’ve made me so happy in ways I thought I’d never feel again. I want to be by your side, and I want you by mine, because I love you, Y/n/n. You matter so much to me.”

I smiled, a stray tear falling down my cheek, “I love you too, Edgin.”

I wanted to kiss him, but I felt myself get ripped away from his hold. “Edgin - NO! EDGIN!”

He outstretched a hand to reach me, but the guards pulled us away from each other, and I couldn’t help but thrash against them. I was brought to stand with my betrothed as Edgin was held by the guards, looking at my father. “You - YOU BARD! I told you to leave my daughter alone!”

“You are a thief!” The prince cried out, “Trying to steal my bride!”

Edgin only smirked, “I confess: I am a bard, a talented, good-looking one, and I confess that yes, I am a thief, but I didn’t try to steal your bride. I already stole her heart,” his eyes met mine with a mischievous glint, “So it’s only fair I steal the rest of her from you.”

I looked up and saw Simon and Holga and before I knew it, chaos was everywhere. My hand was caught and then dragged away, and I only saw the giant distractions they added, including smoke and thievery of jewels. I looked up to see who held my hand, smiling as I realised it was Edgin. I paused only to rip off the giant skirt and continued running with him. Keeping a fair distance, I saw the horses and quickly jumped up, grabbing the reins as I settled into the seat and galloped away from the church. I saw Simon and Holga catching up, and I laughed, letting out a yell of delight. 

I was free. 

I turned to look at Edgin with a giant grin on my face after we slowed to a walk. His smile mirrored mine. 

We soon reached the house where I saw Doric and Kira. I happily jumped off the horse and ran to an already sprinting Kira, throwing herself in my arms. I smiled and picked her up. “Hey kiddo.”

She squeezed me even tighter, and I felt tears running down her face, dripping onto my neck. “I thought you left for good.”

I didn't fight to remove the smile from my face, my own tears slipping as I just embraced her. "I'm here, Kira, I'm here to stay."

She slowly pulled away, "Good, because as much as I missed you, dad missed you even more."

I felt my cheeks warm up, along with the ends of my ears, nervously biting my lip as I turned to see everyone going in the house.

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Dinner had ended hours ago, stars beginning to shine through as I stayed there, on the roof of the house.

I was finally free.

My mind wavered back to my wedding, when Edgin told me he loved me.

"Enjoying the view?"

I turned my head to see him, smiling as he sat beside me. I looked back at the stars, smiling. "Yes, I really am."

We sat there, just staring until I decided to finally break the tension. "Did you mean what you said?"

Edgin turned to face me, "Huh? You mean back at the church?"

I nodded, and I saw a smile break onto his lips. He caressed my cheek, my heart beginning to race as I felt him get closer. "I do. I love you, Y/n. I never thought I could love again after..."

After Kira's mother. His wife.

I went to cup his cheeks, smiling at him reassuringly. "I love you too, Edgin. Really, I do."

I finally let our lips connect, and it felt perfect, as cheesy as it sounded. Fireworks erupted in my chest as I brought myself closer and closer, until there was barely any room left. I was free, I was with my family, I was with the love of my life.

Nothing could ruin this moment for me.

After we separated, his eyes were full of love, until he asked a question, a look of worry.

"Will the guards be after you?"

I thought about it, "Possibly. I'm unsure, but there is a possibility."

I heard Edgin groan, and I couldn't help but laugh. "That's what happens when you rescue a princess-cleric and steal her from a wedding."

"Are you complaining though?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow with a smirk. I shook my head. "Not one bit."

#edgin x reader #edgin the bard #dungeons and dragons #edgin darvis #edgin darvis x reader #honor among thieves #d&d honor among thieves #if Chris Pine crashed my wedding you can bet I’m leaving my partner and running to Chris-

[kazucinth]

You write for Varian!

Can you please do a magician/petty thef reader x y/n?

Like they use the sleight of hand to steal and she stole from varian only to get his book “ugh nerd things.” And ends up retiring it to him (due to no use) and they oddly became friends/lovers

Sumary: In which a magician who is secretly a theif, attempts to steal Varian’s book

Note: I’m not really a good writer so sorry if it too simple for you!

The sound of beakers, liquid mixing, and cogs turning filled the room. Varian reached to grab a certain liquid ‘hm? Where is it?’ He says while the Erlenmeyer flask seemed to be empty. Varian sighs because he knows that he has to go out and retrieve the ingredients, While strolling through the market he heard the people talking how a ship arrived at the borders ‘Ship huh?’ He thought. As he was walking he accidentally bumped onto a person “Oh! Sorry!” Varian tried to help the person up till he recognized it was a girl “You should watch Honestly watch your back kid!” Said the girl, he noticed the way her outtfit wasn’t like the clothes of Corona’s it was more foreign. “Uhm your not from here aren’t you?” Varian asked, the girls 'eyebrows furrowed “And so what? Its none of your business” she says as she crosses her arms turning to leave. ‘Hm, That was weird’ Varian thought, going back to his purpose for going to the market, Soon it was afternoon and he had bought the materials and began going home, till he noticed the girl again in a crowd making tricks with a card ‘What’s she doing?’ The girl pulled out a card to reveal 4 of hearts “Was this your card sir?” The audience gasped as it turns out her guess was right, the audience then watch as she handled with more tricks with different objects. Although it soon began going dark, everyone left to go back home yet Varian still stayed, impressed with her Sleight of hand. While the girl was fixing her things in a box, Varian came up to her “Your sleight of hand was good, I didn’t expect you’ve do it professionally” he stated, the girl chuckles “Oh? Of course, It’s one of my talents after all” The girl looked at Varian recognizing him earlier “Wait- your the guy that bumped onto me!” She scoffs “Oh that! Uhm… hah sorry?” The girl then raised her eyebrow, observing him till she saw a book ‘Hm.. that looks.. quite valuable’ she thought. “Here how ‘bout I show you some tricks?”“Huh oh sure” the girl began with some cards for him to focus on, showing him a last bit of her sleight of hand talents. Varian became interested, despite knowing what the backround of these tricks were, it was still nice to see. It was time for varian to go “Hey uh I never got your name?” The girl grins “Y/n” she brungs her hand out for him to shake and he gladly accepts it “Varian” “Thats quite a unique name, I’ll see you around Varian” she says as she began to walk back, and varian smiles as he made a new friend till she pulls out his book in her bag. ‘Wait that bag seems familiar’ Varian noticed as his eyes widen “Hey that’s mine!” As he chased her, the Y/n laughs as the reached the market, going through alleys of the buildings as Varian turned to an alley, Y/n suddenly disappears. “Damn it, she got away” He sighs as he goes back home. Y/n opened the door of her house to be greeted by her father, “Why are you so late?” Ask her father, Y/n took a bottle of water in the cabinet “The show lasted a little more than preferred” She took her water and went to the room, she opened the book and started reading, hoping to find some valuable stuff “what the-!” but hope was turned into disappointment when she realized the book was only filled with science notes, she turned the pages to the very last to find atleast one important information for her but she had no luck, Y/n sighed knowing she’ll go back to the market tomorrow and probably meet Varian. It was next morning, Varian tried to find Y/n but he couldn’t, after all the book may not contain important notes about the castle, yet it had important information for him. Varian went to rest on a nearby tree where he could see everyone and everything, at this point it would be impossible for Varian not to spot Y/n. “The view ‘ere is calming no?” Varian yelped as he saw Y/n come down the tree and dusted herself off

“sorry didn’t mean to scare ya” She took the book out of her bag, and gave it to him “oh uh thanks” he took it with hesitance “found out your were pretty interested in alchemy huh?” Y/n says as Varian looked through the book to make sure the notes were still intact “yeah, how about you?” “Eh, more of astronomy but still part of science yeah sorry ‘bout stealing your book, habbit of a curiousity of mine ” Varian chuckled “its fine atleast you brought it back” Y/n smiled “how about I bring you some of the best view as an apology or treat you, how does that sound?” Varian thought about it then he nods with content, Y/n took his hand to lead him the way as they laugh together.

#tts varian #rapunzels tangled adventure #varian x reader #varian #i love him

[sweetestlittledarling]

Clothing Thief

Rating: PG

Pairing: GalexFinley (Halflingbardtav)

Part of @fluffbruary

Day 2 Prompt: Scent (I rolled these out with Dnd dice so this should be fun lol)

Summary: Finley has a habit of stealing Gale's shirts...

(Inspired by this image by @ghostly-kal who is an awesome human being)

“Darling, have you seen my- “Gale’s words faltered as he stepped out into the living room half-dressed and saw his partner Finley sitting on the couch in front of the fire, sipping tea, and wearing his shirt. Gale leaned against the doorframe, a look of good humor crossing his face. This wasn’t the first time he had come upon this scene of his halfling wearing his shirt which often was big enough to be a dressing gown then a shirt. Actually, since they had officially both started living in the tower Finley was often robbing him of his shirts which was both alluring and a little bit troublesome, especially when he had no shirts to wear. He was pretty sure he was lucky his partner couldn’t fit into any of his pants because he might have been out of clothing all together.

              As if feeling his eyes upon them, Finley looked up with what anyone else would call a look of innocence, though Gale knew better. “Oh, hey Gale,” they said, raising the cup to their lips once again, “did you need somethin’?”

              “Yes darling, I was looking for my night shirt, have you seen it?”

              “Hmmm, no, did you check hamper? Maybe it’s in the wash.”

              Gale rolled his eyes as he pulled himself from the doorway and walked into the room. He stood before Finley, crossing his arms. “Finley Dekarios, we have already talked about this.”

              “I have no idea what you are talking about darlin’.”

              “You know very well that is my shirt.”

              Finley glanced down at the shirt as if just realizing it. “Oh, this shirt! This is yours?”

              “Again, you know very well that it is, now can I please have it back?”

              Finley looked thoughtful, before setting the tea down on a nearby table, and saying: “No.”

              Gale sighed as he sat down next to them. He considered trying to remove the shirt, but he had tried that before and found that his partner was not only clever but fast and as the tower was temperature controlled (by himself) it wasn’t like he was too terribly cold. Plus, Finley did look rather comfortable in it and Gale was nothing if not an accommodating spouse. “May I ask why you find my shirts so particularly comfortable?” he asked.

              “Well for one you got good tastes in shirts and for another it smells like you.”

              “Yes, like a library, I have been told before.”

              Finley looked up at him and smiled. “I mean yeah, there is that old books smell, but there is also the smell of incense, burning candles, and musk.”

              “Musk?” Gale asked raising an eyebrow.

              “Yeah, it’s kind of hard to explain. I’ve never smelled it anyone else but you.” Finley paused, taking in a big sniff. “It makes me feel calm and safe, the same way I feel whenever I am with you.”

              Gale felt a warm feeling building within his chest as he smiled adoringly at the halfling bard who had taken his heart so completely. He gathered them close, allowing them to sit in his lap with their heads resting on his chest. “So, I’m guessing getting your own shirts is probably out of the question,” he mused, playing with a little bit of the tuft that made their hair.

              “I mean only if you wear them first,” Finley chuckled playfully, “which I think you’ll find is probably tricky unless you enchant them.”

              Gale laughed. “I suppose I’m going to have to start locking my drawers and closets from you my daring clothing thief. Though I could imagine if you stole my teaching robes, I might get away with calling out more often.” Gale paused a moment and looked as if he was actually thinking about it. “It also might be an interesting idea for the bedroom. You could be the naughty school librarian come to punish the naughty wizard.”

              “Gale!” Finley laughed, turning their glittery emerald eyes up towards him. “Do you really think that we need THAT in the bedroom?”

              “No,” Gale admitted, as he leaned in, “you are all I want and will ever need, I love you.”

              “I love you too.”

              As their lips met in a kiss, Gale knew that he probably wouldn’t be locking up his shirts too soon. Especially as later on as he slipped on his shirt again and took a moment to take in the scent there. It was indeed, as Finley said, old books, incense, burning candles, and now there was another smell not of the library. It was something warm and just a little bit spicy, like Finley, which made Gale smile.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #bg3 tav #fanfiction #tav #fluffbruary

[sakuraoora]

For your event, may I do the song Bubblegum B*tch? "I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips. Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss" with Scaramouche. Might it be for a romantic fluff with a tiny bit of angst? Feel free to ignore if you're feeling overwhelmed or not feeling it~

Congrats again on your 200 followers~ Have a wonderful day! MUWAH~

Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss !

Ships. Scaramouche x Reader

Warnings. crackhead college au the night you graduate. mentions of alcohol & intoxication, but it's nothing serious.

A/N. i may or may not have skimmed the angst part (omg, i know! sakura, skipping angst?) but other than that I tried to fulfill what I thought of with this prompt! >.<

“What are you doing?”

Scaramouche looked at you, as you stared at him (or more accurately, his lips), both of you slightly intoxicated as this was both of your college graduations, and you two celebrated by taking a tiny sip of alcohol.

“Not much. Just thinking about how we’re finally getting out of this hellhole.”

“Well then, congratulations! We’re officially out of college, full of debt and without maidens.”

You snorted at his comment. “I mean you’re not wrong. Although you could argue that you had plenty of chances to get maidens considering how much you got proposed to during this year… you just never accepted. I wonder why.”

Scaramouche stared at you with a smirk. “I don’t know, maybe because a certain idiot wouldn’t realize my advances until I literally said it to their face?”

You felt heat rushing to your face as you rolled your eyes. “Come on. Your advances consisted of ‘want to go to the newest coffee shop in town?’ and ‘lets go make fun of little kids on rblox’ AT 3 IN THE DAMN MORNING, ON A WEEK-DAY NO LESS. You expect me to understand that you were trying to hit on me?”

Scaramouche let a small laugh escape his lips as he stared at you. “First off, it’s not my fault you’re so dense. Second, all it took,” he said, leaning closer to you, his lips almost-- but not quite-- touching yours, “was a kiss, and you were mine. Almost like you were waiting for me to do it.”

“What can I say? Maybe I fell in love with you long before you started your advances.” you said, and brought him into a kiss, short, sweet and tasting like alcohol. “I guess I’m a sucker for twinks,” you joked as you pulled away.

“You know, you never cease to annoy me. Come back here!!” Scaramouche replied, smothering you into his chest. “You know I hate you, right?” he said, looking at the ceiling with an exasperated look in his eyes. “You little thief stole my heart without even trying to.”

You smiled with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Love you too, Scara.”

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“This is my favorite place in the whole world”

Summary: Steve just came in a told you to get ready. But did not tell you where.  

Trope: Steve x Girlfriend!reader 

Warning: None 

Word count: 700 

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You were having a dance party, with just you invited, when your window opened. Your not so stealthy boyfriend came tumbling in, he quickly fixed himself and the books he knocks over “Morning baby get ready we are leaving in 10 minutes” what the fuck “Where are we going” he just smirked and climbed out the window. What are you supposed to wear, it is summer he could be taking you anywhere, the pool, the mall, an ice shop, ANYWHERE. Who knew this would put so much stress on you? You decided on a blue spaghetti strap, a black pair of shorts, with your bathing suit under. You pack your bag of things you might need, such as sunscreen, sunglasses stuff like that. You said bye to your parents then walked to Steve’s car. Your parents liked Steve, he was such a gentleman, and after stealing your heart, he stole theirs. He was always at your house, either spending time with you or watching the game with your dad or learning how to cook with your mom. He always had a home at yours. He loved coming over; it was a huge change from his home life. You were an only child. Your house was a small two-bedroom, not poor but not rich in the middle, living a comfortable life.  

He was waiting on the hood, he smiled when he saw you walk out “You know you don’t have to sneak in through my window my parents like you and know that we are dating” “Yea but what’s that fun it that” he smirks “I bet if you asked, they would give you a house key” he laughed with you. He got over the hood then brought you into a hug “I missed you” “You just saw me yesterday” “Yea but we were with friends, and they took up all your time” “Well you have me now Steve soooo where are we going” "That is a surprise" he said bopping your nose. He opens the passenger door, and you get in. Once he got in, he started the car he grabbed your hand and kissed it then you were on your way to the mystery destination.

You tried guessing where you were going, “Pool?” “Nope” “Mall” “Nope “A party” “No again” you looked out the window the sign leaving Hawkins passed by. Where are we going? The drive out of Hawkins was not too long, maybe 20 minutes. He pulled off the side of the road and got the car, you followed. He opened his trunk and there was picnic basket and blankets “Come on” he said after getting the stuff and your hand. You followed him on a 10-minute walk, your eyes widened seeing a sea of assorted colors, beautiful wildflowers “Steve this is so pretty” he smiled and laid down the blanket, he took off his shoes, you followed in suit. He brought sandwiches, water, soda, fruit, and other snacks out of the basket. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I just got a bunch of stuff” “It’s perfect” you told him squeezing his hand “This is my favorite place in the whole world” he said while laying down “How did you find this place” you asked “One day my parents where having a fight about something and I just needed time away from them” you nodded then let him continue “So I got in my car and just drove and drove until I would this opened field I parked then just screamed it felt so good so yea this is my place of peace” you hugged him “Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share that with me” The rest of the day went beautifully, the sun was beating, Steve took off his shirt, so you leathered him up. The highlight of your day. Rubbing his back as you talked about your week.  

 “So do you bring all the girls over her to swoon them” you joked “Only the ones I want to spend the rest of my life with” he said squinting his eyes up at you. You looked into his eyes and saw your whole life in him, getting married, buying a house, having a kid, growing old. He was picturing something different, him proposing in this very spot. 

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Mastermind

Saw a wide smirk on your face 

You knew the entire time

You knew that I’m a mastermind

You admit some truths in the light of morning sun. Jason approves. Or, you both get what you want.

Been a while, guys. Hope you all enjoy your holidays and Merry Christmas <3

Jason tossed and turned under the sheets that were smothering his body, eventually throwing them off before crawling back when the cold bit at him. 

It was the worst night to fall asleep—two days from Christmas and all he had were the stifling bedcovers and a persistent migraine. No body warming the bed next to him, no delicate breath against his skin. 

No you. 

You must have received some sort of sign from the cosmos, however, because a few minutes later, his phone lit up on the nightstand. 

A gleam entered his eyes as the screen reflected off his half-lidded gaze, growing brighter as he picked up on your caller ID. 

“‘Ello?”

He winced at the crackle that popped through his throat, holding the phone away as he coughed. 

“Hey, Jay.”

You sounded like you were smiling—god, he hoped you were smiling. 

“Hey, sweetheart. How’s the old crime rate doing uptown?”

“Uptown? Very funny, Mr. Todd—“

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, trying to ignore the grin breaking out on his face. 

“—Todd-Wayne, heir to a cut of the greatest fortune in all of America and possibly, the world.”

Oh, you were so in for it when you got home. 

“Tease,” he accused as he settled against the newly refurbished headboard. “You’ll pay for that later, doll.”

“I’m sure I will,” you replied serenely. “Lucky for me, Timmy’s going to be the one picking me up tomorrow.”

“What? I didn’t know that.” He frowned slightly. “Isn’t the Timbourine too busy taking care of business?”

Your no was positively gleeful. 

“He said, in his own words, that you and Dickie would steal me away the second we got to the gala and that he was taking advantage of the time allotted.” 

His groan echoed through the phone, and even he could hear the crooked smile in his voice. 

“All right then, doll. Say hi to Uncle Clark for me. And I guess I’ll have to catch you at the bar tomorrow night then,” he sighed, and he made sure to stretch it out as languidly as possible. If only to get your heart to twist for him—just a bit. 

“You’ll see me,” you whispered sweetly. Jason heard the soft chirrup of your kiss before you hung up. He chuckled—how cute was that, Mrs. Todd?

-

The next day, he got two texts from Tim. 

Stole Timmy’s phone. Over at his place for the day, I’ll see you at the bar?

Sorry abt that idk why your wife keeps forgetting she has her own phone. See u later were out for shoes

Grinning, he texted them back on their respective accounts. 

-

The roar of his motorcycle died as he parked it at the side of Wayne Manor’s garage, duffel bag swinging from his arm as he checked his watch. Nine o’ clock, he had just enough time to switch out his cargo pants for his trousers. He could already hear the rumble of the crowd as he passed a few windows. 

Slipping in through a side door, he made it to a bathroom and removed his boots before entering. Alfred would have his hide if he cracked the tile and Jason knew better. 

A few minutes later, he left the bathroom with a conspicuously lumpy bag, his uniform boots considerably larger than his loafers. He tossed the bag in his old room before making his way to the gala hall. 

Second dinner was in full swing as waiters paraded along the tables with trays of food. Jason only peeked in before deciding that whatever he could whip up in the kitchen would be infinitely more filling than the first class morsels being served. 

Luckily, he met Alfred by the door. 

“Master Jason, Merry Christmas to you.”

“You too, Alf. So good to see you.” He wrapped his arms around the old butler, and his grandfather let go of his strictly professional demeanour to return the hug. 

“Now, my dear boy, why aren’t you dining with the rest of our family in the hall?” Alfred asked when they parted. “Your wife asked after you.”

Jason offered a lopsided smile. 

“Well, I’m not giving up the time I get to spend with my old man.”

“I am touched, Jason. However, I’m certain your absence in the hall will concern Master Bruce and your wife. Shall I notify them that you are here, eating the recommended amount of Christmas dinner?”

He thought it over for a second, yes, you would wonder where he was, but that wasn’t with the intention of seeing him. 

Jason grinned. 

“No, I’ll take my time and notify them myself.”

-

He stifled a burp as he slid between the upper crust of Gotham, making slow work of navigating the crowd. A glimpse at the bar showed him you weren’t there, though you had been just moments ago. 

You’d waggled your fingers at him in a way of hello, then taken off as soon as you saw him pivot towards you. 

“Playing the long game tonight, aren’t we?” He muttered, grinning upon reaching your empty seat. 

He turned and instantly knocked into Tim. The two of them stared for a second, then took up seats at the bar. 

“Alcohol,” Tim told the bartender. Jason rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t worry, he’s not drunk,” he informed the bartender. “Not yet, anyway.”

Their weary smile told Jason they understood perfectly. Soon, drinks were in their hands. 

“So what’s the deal with her running off?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older, Timbers.”

“At least you’re not making fun of my shoes this time.”

“Nah, those aren’t fun-sized.”

-

Two hours later, Jason was back on your trail—he had a good idea of where you’d be at this time. He stole up a staircase, whistling Jingle Bells to himself. The relief of escaping dance partners who weren’t you put a spring in his step. He unlatched a window and shuffled out onto the manor roof. Sure enough, you were standing at the edge, facing him with your arms outstretched. 

“Took you long enough,” you called to him as he slipped down the snow-covered eaves toward you. 

“Look who’s talking.” He pouted. “You spend a week away on business and you tell me I’m late?”

“Actually, a bit early,” you corrected. “It’s not midnight yet.”

“You were going to wait up here ‘til Christmas?” He asked, catching you up in his arms. He tipped you toward the edge, basking in your whoop of surprised delight. He braced himself as you swung your foot at the snow-covered ledge, knocking off a clump of the powder with your heel.

“Okay, Jack, let me down,” you teased as he propped you up on his forearm like a child. 

“No, I like this view,” he replied, and got his hair pulled in return. Laughing, he set you down carefully on the ledge. 

“You are such a menace.” You leaned forward to touch your forehead to his.

“And your menace hopes you missed him,” he replied without missing a beat.

After years of knowing him, even after marrying him, you still blush. 

“I did,” you admitted, a rare shyness creeping into your eyes.

He smiled.

“Merry Christmas, doll,” he murmured against your crown, pressing his lips to your hair. 

Merry Christmas, Jay.

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