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imaginesandbandfiction · 2 years

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Ice Cream

A Stranger Things Imagine

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Scoops Ahoy has a new regular, and somehow Robin keeps finding herself alone with the girl.

A/N: I got the idea for this while listening to the song Ice Cream by Blackpink and Selena Gomez, so it is loosely inspired by that (very loosely). Hope you like it!

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Her diamond tennis bracelet clinks against the clear plastic ice-cream cooler as she taps her fingers and studies the flavors inside. Robin stands on the other side of the cooler, stick-straight. She doesn’t know where to look, so she’s looking everywhere except at her. At Y/N Y/L/N.

“Hmmm,” Y/N says, tapping faster now. “What do you recommend? The Caramel Swirl or the Mint Chocolate Chip?”

“Well, the Caramel Swirl is more popular, but I like the Mint Chocolate Chip better because of the little chocolate chip pieces. They’re so tiny and cute, and they freeze with the ice cream so they add a little bit of a crunch, and…” Robin trails off when she makes eye contact with Y/N and sees the amused smile on the other girl’s face. “Sorry, I have this problem where I don’t know when to stop talking... My friend Steve says it’s because I ‘don’t understand social cues’ and… I’m doing it again. Sorry.” Robin ducks her head to hide her burning cheeks and busies herself with cleaning a non-existent smudge off of the counter. Y/N chuckles.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind it. I’ll take a scoop of the Mint Chocolate Chip in a waffle cone, please.”

Afraid she’ll start rambling again, Robin hums her acknowledgment and starts scooping. She wraps a napkin around the base of the cone and hesitates.

“Do you want some chocolate on top? We have this new stuff that hardens into a shell around the ice cream, it’s called Magic Shell, actually, and I think it’s really good on the Mint Chocolate Chip. Um, it’s supposed to be an extra twenty-five cents but I won’t charge you since it’s your first time here.”

“Sure, yeah, I’d love to try it. Thanks!” Y/N’s face brightens and Robin feels a familiar heat pooling on her cheeks.

“Cool, cool.” She turns around to pour the chocolate sauce on top and internally scolds herself for being weird. Y/N’s smile widens when Robin hands over the cone.

“That’s, uh, one-seventy-five,” Robin says, and she tries to steady her uneven breathing but Y/N bites through the Magic Shell and dips her tongue into the hole it makes to scoop up the creamy, green ice cream with her tongue, and suddenly Scoops Ahoy feels like a sauna and Robin’s afraid she’ll pass out on the spot.

Y/N reaches into her small white purse and pulls out a shiny silver credit card. Their fingers brush, just for a second, as Robin takes it from her, and Robin is pretty sure her heart stops for a solid minute.

“Here you go,” Robin mutters as she hands the card back, holding on to one corner with the tips of her fingers so their hands won’t touch again. She will definitely drop dead if that happens.

“Thanks!” Y/N says. She tucks the card back into her purse and takes another bite of her ice cream. “The Mint Chocolate Chip is really good, and you’re right, the Magic Shell is perfect on it. Thanks for the recommendation.”

“Oh, it’s not a big deal, it’s kind of my job to know everything about ice cream. But, uh, I’m glad you like it!”

“I should probably get going, my friends are waiting for me at Wet Seal. See you around?”

“Yes! Yeah, um, I’ll be around. Well, I’ll be here, mostly, but I guess you’ll be around and I will be around… here.” Robin winces at the babble that escapes her lips; she’s pretty sure whatever neurons that are supposed to connect her brain to her mouth are completely fried at this point.

Y/N smiles and wiggles her fingers in a cute little wave before she leaves the store with her half-eaten ice cream and Robin’s heart. Robin watches as she walks towards the other side of the mall, and when Y/N finally disappears from view, she collapses onto the counter with a groan.

“How are things going, slugger?” Steve asks, sounding smug as he saunters into the store. Robin answers with another groan and props her head up on her folded arms to glare at him.

“Where the fuck have you been? Your break was over ten minutes ago!” She scolds, reaching out to thump him on the back of the head when he joins her behind the counter.

“I was on my way back, I swear, but then I saw Y/N Y/L/N walk in and I hid behind that fake tree instead.” Steve gestures to the giant potted Bonsai tree in the middle of the seating area across from the store.

“Why would you do that to me? You know I’ve liked her forever!”

“And that’s exactly why I did it! I wanted to give you some time alone with her to work your magic.” Steve wiggles his fingers at her, earning him a stern glare.

“I don’t have magic, Steve! In case you forgot, you’re the one that’s good at talking to girls. I just get all flustered and sweaty and say whatever stupid shit I’m thinking!” Robin points to her forehead, where her bangs are damp underneath her Scoops Ahoy hat.

“Well I can’t wingman you, she’s not going to let her guard down around me. But maybe, if she suspects that you’re also, you know, she’ll open up to you.”

Their argument is interrupted when a family of five walks in with a screaming toddler and the most complicated order in Scoops Ahoy history (or, at least that’s what it feels like to Robin).

“This conversation isn’t over,” Robin growls under her breath as she fills a kiddie cup with Superman ice cream. Steve ignores her and makes small talk with the mom, using his charm to try and score some extra tip money.

Of course, it works, and she stuffs a ten-dollar bill in the tip jar with a wink in his direction. Robin rolls her eyes. Sometimes, it’s really annoying being friends with Steve Harrington.

Y/N shows up again the next day, and Steve suddenly remembers that a shipment of cones was dropped off that morning and needed to be put away. Robin suspects that he procrastinated on purpose, but she can’t prove it, and she really can’t think about it now because Y/N’s wearing a bright green tennis dress with matching sunglasses perched on her head, and her light pink lip gloss is sparkling under the harsh overhead lights and she looks so cute. Robin wants to scream.

“Oh hi! You’re back! I guess that Mint Chocolate Chip was just too good, huh?” Robin says with a chuckle when she realizes that it’s been, like, a full minute and she still hasn’t said anything.

“Yeah, I don’t know what it is, but I’ve got such a sweet tooth this summer,” Y/N says. Robin detects a hint of something beneath the cheerful overtones of her words, but she’s not very good at figuring out subtext so she’s not sure what it means.

“Well, then you’ve come to the right place because sweet is all we’ve got! Actually, the Butter Pecan is kind of salty, but some people like the whole sweet-and-salty thing. Especially dads. Dads are like 90% of the people who order Butter Pecan. But anyways, enough about the Butter Pecan, um, what can I get for you today?”

“I really liked the Magic Shell yesterday. What other flavors is it good on?”

Robin is so busy running through the entire list of flavors and the pros and cons of putting Magic Shell on them that she doesn’t notice the sparkle in Y/N’s eyes or the slight twitch in the corners of her lips.

“…. but, after Mint Chocolate Chip, of course, I think the Peanut Butter is your best bet because the chocolate makes it more like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, and who doesn’t like those?” Robin pauses for barely a second before she realizes something and has to clarify. “Well, I guess probably not people who are allergic to peanuts. You’re not allergic to peanuts, are you? Because if you are then I could’ve just potentially killed you and that would be really embarrassing.”

“No, I’m not allergic to peanuts. The Peanut Butter sounds great, thanks.” Y/N’s laugh is soft and delicate, just like her, and it’s sweet enough to melt all the ice cream in the cooler. Robin’s not entirely sure what swooning is, but she’s pretty confident she swoons

“Okay, cool, um, do you want that in a waffle cone again?”

“You remembered!” Y/N sounds genuinely excited by this as if Robin remembering that she ordered a waffle cone yesterday is the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

“I try to remember all our best customers.” Robin manages to stop herself there and even has the nerve to wink at Y/N before she turns her focus to scooping. Bending over the cooler helps calm the heat rising on her cheeks. She can hear Y/N heels clicking against the linoleum floor as she rocks back and forth on her feet as she waits for her ice cream. When Robin hands her the finished cone, she swears there’s a hint of a blush on Y/N’s own face, but she could just be imagining that because she wants so badly to believe it’s true.

“One-seventy-five, again,” Robin says, and Y/N’s eyebrows shoot up.

“I thought Magic Shell was an extra twenty-five cents?” She asks, pausing with her hand in her purse.

“It’s on the house today.” Robin knows she’ll never charge Y/N for the Magic Shell as long as it continues to make the girl smile like Robin’s the only other person in the world.

“Oh, well, thank you!” She holds out her credit card and this time, Robin brushes their hands together on purpose. Since she knows what to expect, it doesn’t overwhelm her like it did yesterday, but the electricity between their skin is just as intoxicating. When Y/N’s gone, she brings her hand to her lips to try to absorb the tingles from her fingers.

That’s how Steve finds her when he finally emerges from the back room, looking like a lovesick idiot. It’s a good look on her, he thinks. She deserves to have the romance-movie clichés that he’s taken for granted, to have her heart flutter and her palms sweat while she talks to a cute girl. He just hopes he’s reading Y/N right and that she feels the same way about Robin.

“So, I’m guessing it went well?” He asks with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Shut up,” she mumbles, tearing her hand away from her lips and shoving it deep in the pocket of her skirt. Oh yeah, it definitely went well, Steve says to himself.

Y/N shows up almost every day that summer, and every time, Robin feels her confidence building and her nerves melting away. True to her word, she never charges Y/N for the Magic Shell, but Y/N always puts a five-dollar bill in the tip jar, so really, what’s the harm? And no one’s called her out on it yet, not even Steve, who now only disappears sometimes instead of every time Y/N shows up. (“It’s starting to look weird!” Robin had said one day after Y/N left and Steve reappeared. “She knows you work here; she’s asked me about you before!”) Steve’s heart swells with pride every time Robin manages to flirt with Y/N without rambling on about something random immediately afterward, and he’s glad he’s stopped hiding, because it gives him a chance to watch Y/N up close, and he’s now ninety-nine percent sure that she’s into Robin.

One day, Y/N doesn’t show up, and it’s not a big deal because she’s missed a day here and there before. Steve pretends not to notice the way Robin’s face falls as the clock ticks closer to the end of their shift without an appearance from Y/N. He’s surprised by his own disappointment; Y/N has become a staple at Scoops Ahoy, and he’s grown to love her dry sense of humor and the way she laughs at everything Robin says (even though, really, Robin’s not that funny).

But then another day passes, and another, and Robin starts snapping at the customers.

“Robin, chill, I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she just went on vacation or something,” Steve says, trying to reassure her.

“Or she figured out that I like her and it freaked her out. She’s probably laughing about me on a yacht with all her rich friends, kissing stupid boys and --”

“She’s definitely not kissing boys.” Robins's eyes widen and her head whips around to look at Steve.

“How do you know that?”

“I asked around.” He shrugs, trying to act casual. “No one’s ever seen her with a guy. At least, not like that.”

“That doesn’t mean she’s…like me! Maybe her parents are weird about that sort of thing or…” Steve clears his throat and tries to discreetly point behind her. Robin trails off and slowly turns around to see Y/N standing at the counter with a sheepish smile.

“I’m going on my break,” Steve calls over his shoulder as he hops over the counter and leaves the store. Robin vows to kill him when he gets back for leaving her alone with Y/N who might have overheard everything she just said.

“Uh, hi, sorry about that,” Robin says. “Steve and I were just talking about this movie we watched the other day. It was crazy, this girl wanted to cut her hair short but her parents were so mad about it and…” She deflates a little, giving up on the fake movie plot and huffing out a breath that makes her bangs flutter.

“No, I’m sorry,” Y/N says, reaching across the counter to grab Robin’s hand. Okay, now Robin thinks that she’s going to die for real. Y/N’s hands are soft but her grip is firm and confident and Robin has never held anything that felt so right before. “I should’ve called or something, but I got really sick and I could barely get out of bed. My mom had to help me get to the bathroom to throw up, but one time she didn’t make it in time and I puked all over myself, and… now I’m rambling.” She’s biting her lip and looking down at their intertwined hands, trying not to make eye contact with Robin because she’s scared of what she might see (or not see). But Robin gives her hand a gentle squeeze and reaches across the counter with her free hand, using two fingers to tip Y/N’s head up so their eyes meet. Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes are wide and watery, swimming with uncertainty, while Robin’s are bright with dilated pupils. She’s trying not to smile (but she’s failing), and Y/N’s face melts from worry into a mirror image of Robin’s.

“It’s okay. I mean, I was worried about you, but I’m just glad you’re feeling better now.”

“Yeah, I heard.” Y/N’s smile is cheeky and Robin wants to lean in and kiss it off her face, but the mall is busy and hoards of people are streaming past the windows in front of the store.

“You heard that?” Robin cringes because her lovesick worrying was honestly pretty embarrassing.

“Yeah, but it’s okay because I am like you. At least, I think I am, if you are what I think you are.” Speaking in euphemisms is getting really frustrating, so Robin drops Y/N’s hand and jumps over the counter, making a beeline for the door. She glances to the left and right to make sure no one’s looking at her before she pulls the door shut and flips the sign to ‘Closed.’ Y/N is confused at first, but when she realizes what Robin’s doing, a whole herd of butterflies takes flight in her stomach. She pulls a mirror out of her purse and double-checks that her lip gloss isn’t smudged, and just manages to shove it away before Robin is back and tugging her into the back room.

Y/N barely registers what it looks like because as soon as the door swings shut behind them, Robin is pushing her against it. They’re standing so close that with every inhale their chests touch and with every exhale, Robin can feel Y/N’s hot breath against her face. Robin leans in until their lips are almost touching. She can smell the faint strawberry of Y/N’s lip gloss and she just barely manages to keep herself from leaning in to lick it off.

“You’re not contagious, right?” She asks in a sheepish whisper. “It’s just, I can’t afford to miss work and Steve would probably kill me if I left him to man the shop alone, even though he does it to me all the time because he wants to give me time to flirt with you. I guess that worked out, though, so maybe that’s not the same thing…”

“Robin?” Y/N interrupts her. Her voice is low and raspy and Robin’s legs nearly give out when she imagines Y/N whispering dirty things against her ear. “Kiss me.”

“Okay, yep, I can definitely do that.” Robin takes a deep breath to calm her nerves and then closes the gap between them, pressing her lips to Y/N’s. Her strawberry lip gloss tastes even better than it smells, and it’s surprisingly not sticky. Y/N slips her hands around Robin’s neck to pull her closer, and Robin feels everything all at once. Fireworks, butterflies, electricity, there’s not a single cliche left behind. She’s not sure what to do with her hands, but when Y/N parts her lips, Robin’s body seems to act of its own accord because suddenly her hands are gripping Y/N’s hips like they’re a lifeline. Y/N is grateful there’s a door behind her because otherwise her legs would definitely give out and send them both tumbling to the ground.

“Robin? Y/N? Is everything okay?” Steve’s voice travels through the door, muffled but clear, and Robin reluctantly pulls her head back. She rests her forehead against Y/N’s as they both breathe heavily, trying to catch their breath.

“Yeah, everything’s okay,” she whispers into the space between them. “Things are very okay.”

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usarinnpa · 2 years

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tihnking about how octarian soldiers do ntot eve n have the comfort of their bones to be remembered by ........ ok .

#there is nothinng to prove ; to say theyy have lived #to say theyy have loved #imaginne how mnany have beeen forgotten #yes therhe are material thinngs but there is no cold hard prooof of their existence beyond a number and a victory status in a hsitory book #there willl be no talk of the octoling who devised a plan on her feet to turn the tide of the battle after she watched her best friend of #6 years die in front of her from a charger shot #there will be no talk of thhe elite octarian who attempted peacemakinng annd was shot down on sight #there willl be no talk of the children who played amonng the barracks ; hungry but so very alive #theyy arennt remembered #humanns have bones #they have fosssils they havve artifacts #therhe is proof they exist #what do you do whenn thatt is taken away from yoyu ??#when you will not be remembered beyonnd your rank #ink looks the same after its been splatted #what prooof is there of their existence ?

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kamenriderserotonin · 2 years

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Can you IMAGINE a Kuuga x Agito crossover it would fucking bring world peace

Shouichi would cook for Godai I just know it 😭

#breaking my heart today #hong talks #special appearance by kamen rider Gills who starts attacking G3x can you imaginne #the shenanigans #the little ambient music that makes you feel like you're in a 90s porno #absolutely beautiful

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dabihaul666 · 2 years

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ppl r coloring in random artists art and posting it not knowing who the artist is i would scream.................

#the b in bnha stands for BALLS bc yall have some balls #i couldnt imaginne

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yan-lorkai · 26 days

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Was listening some horror stories while I finished some projects then got inspired by it and wrote this. Hope u guys like it <3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Platonic yandere content, kidnapping, murder. Probably typos too.

"Nuh-uh, dad!" You looked at the book Lilia carried with him. He had read this book for you a thousand times and a pout formed on your lips, already thinking how you would have to bear this torture again.

There was nothing wrong with the stories, per say. But they get a little old and boring when you had heard them this many times. And Lilia was quite forgetful so asking him to buy other books wasn't always a successful endeavor. Though when you asked him to create a story he told you he wans't creative enough either. You aren't having any of that. You were tired of hearing about snow white, rapunzel, ugly duckling and all the classics. You wanted something new and today you would have it.

"Tell me another story, please!" You asked, making your best puppy eyes at him. Those eyes worked on Silver and Sebek, so you wanted to try on him as well. His reaction was different from the one you were expecting though, Lilia smiled and patted your head.

You loved having him read to you - it was your favorite activity to bond with your father, where you solved mysteries with him and laughed at silly pickup lines, but Lilia was still fond of the classics. There was though another book, called The General Tales. The author was unknown and the cover was painted a dark red, it was strange. And you hadn't the chance to read it because your father was very conscious about it, hiding when you so much as glanced in its direction.

You could only suppose it was a horror book. But you were already quite grown up. You were almost 13 years old! You could sit through any story he read without having nightmares! He didn't seem to agree.

"What am I going to do with you, little batty?" Lilia mused to himself when you showed the book. There was an excited glee in his eyes whenever he looked at it, as if it contained his favorite memories; little did you know what was written on those pages and how much blood they had seen. How much blood Lilia used to write those same pages.

He smiled finally. Dangerously, like he did when you pranked him and he was plotting his revenge.

You make space in your bed for him to sit beside you and he opened those secret pages you had always wondered about. They were yellowed by the time and some were dog eared, written in a beautiful yet hushed cursive. You were fascinated.

Lilia waited till you made yourself comfortable, laying your head against his chest and body nestled into his side, so he turned some pages, humming to himself. You could only think what kind of story would he read to you. You could only hope it was scary. It wans't night time yet and even if you got scared then surely at night, when he put you to bed, you would have already forgotten all the gorey details. Right...?

"There was a couple who lived happily at the woods," Lilia's deep voice started its tale and you closed your eyes to fully immerse yourself in your imaginnation as you listened to him. "but then a plague started to poison the soil and their crops were destroyed. The walk to the nearest village used to take a whole day to go and another to come back. The husband tried to hunt animals to feed his lover and their one year old child but he failed each and every time. Without other options he started traveling to this village."

"Wait, what about the plague?" You asked fulled with curiosity. Then you through to yourself why they didn't tried to make it go away somehow.

Either they tried and didn't worked. Or they didn't even thought about it. Nonetheless, you brushed it off as they don't having this knowledgment. But this bugged you for a second. Humans and faes knew about plagues and how to get rid of them, they been doing this since they were brought to existence.

Your question made Lilia smile cheerfully, you observed. He must be proud of you for asking this, as he had homeschooled you and used to brag about how smart you was to anyone who wanted to listen - he'd brag even if they didn't want to hear. "Ah, you see, they were bad people. The soil knew this and rejected them, my dear."

Well... Growing in Briar Valley you knew this was probable to happen. Fae were internally linked to their florests and woods, and rivers and oceans, and everything nature could touch. That was also why Lilia raised both you and your older brother, Silver, in the woods. He used to take both of you to fish, and swim and watch the dawn all the time. Though time changed and life got busier, maybe you ask him to take you fishing again someday. Or to go camping somewhere.

"Makes sense, what happened to them then?"

"The man bought everything he needed, every last golden coin spent. But he had food for months to come, he was already imagining what his wife would cook on the way back when an incident happened."

Lilia turned the page and you could see a little drawing of a man horse riding into the horizon. Then he started reading again after taking in your expressions.

"A stag came running at him, the horse didn't react at time and both animals collided. Wounded, the animal couldn't walk and neither could the man who had fallen and sprained his ankle. Snow was falling, surrounding him like a veil, all the food he brought with their remaining gains lost there. He thought to himself 'I'm going to die certainly', rejected he was once, rejected he was at that moment. Lost and in pain, feeling miserable, he tried to stand but failed. Every attempt more painful than the other. A river was falling from his eyes when he finally gave up."

Your heart ached at this. But you hoped for the better. Freezing and being left hungry during winter sounded like hell. Lilia pinched your cheek when he noticed you frowning. He laughed at the face you make at him, annoyed at your father's antics.

Lilia smiled. "Nope. Nope, instead he had heard a voice from the woods, a hooded figure was suddenly standing in front of him. He could only see the figure's blood red eyes."

"Oh no, did he die?"

You looked at your father. "Your eyes are red!"

Lilia nodded, his leg bouncing with how excited he was from reading this story. "Do you think the hooded figure was me?"

"Well, it was?" You replied with another ask. Your father didn't respond.

Instead he continued reading. "If I save you, what can you get me in return? The hooded figure asked, crouching to be on the man height. Their touch was tender as they wiped his tears and looked at him, but there was something in them that make him tremble more than snow could. There was something truly evil behind those eyes, something terrible behind that smile. The man didn't answer nor said anything for various minutes. Though for him, hours seemed to have passed. Maybe even years as he looked at those eyes."

"Nah, I didn't think it was you," You thought out loud. "Your eyes are very beautiful and gentle."

Returning your little compliment, Lilia squeezed you in a side hug while laughing. "Oh, thank you sugar. Your eyes are beautiful too."

"But they aren't red as yours." You pouted.

"You wanted them to be?" You nodded. Nor you or Silver have his red eyes. But you wish you had. His eyes were unique, were cute but also intimidating. So intimidating when he wanted them to be that you were imagining that the hooded figure had those same eyes.

You both stayed in that hug before you remind him to read again. There were fewer pages to go now. And again there was a drawing, this time you could see the man with that figure chatting while snow pilled beside them, as if the cold didn't bothered them. Then on another page he stood up and a carriage had appeared, he held the wet food in his arms, saving whatever it was possible to save. He would go back home to his family.

But at what price? It wans't written. The author had keeped too vague.

"When he arrived home, with a new horse and a carriage, which the hooded figure told him to sell for its quality was impressive and he would gain even more gold than he had spended, he was his child running at him, happy that their, uh, father had finally returned. The entire time though, the man could still feel the figure's eyes on him, could see those eyes in his mind. But he pushed those thoughts out of his mind, held his child and whirled around with them to they laughed. He watched them disappear back inside when they got too cold. And then he explained what had happened to his wife, she deserved to know."

He explained this incident with the stag, about the hooded figure and the deal he made with it. And very lowly he whispered how he wouldn't follow his part of the deal - and lying to a fae is something one must never do. Something he shouldn't have done. But he did. And that's the soil reject them even more.

Beneath the earth it was possible to feel the tremors or the wind that pushed everything out of its way. Lilia read how the man dealed with each and every tribulation, how he passed the trials and went his way around the deal, doind the bare minimum to ensure only his and his family safety. He only forgotten that the figure could see him.

"Then one night the hooded figure came to pay him a visit. It knocked on the door and it smiled when it saw the wife holding her child, looking at it with clear fear in her eyes. Like her husband, the wife was trembling in its presence. She let it enter, if anything because she couldn't send him away, she didn't know with what she was dealing, she couldn't act wrong and jeopardize her child safety. Instead she played the role of a welcoming hostess."

Lilia paused a second to breathe then he smiled as if he too was imagining what happened next. Pressed against him you were still. Were it going to kill everyone?

"Please, you may sit here. Do you want to eat something or perhaps are you thirsty? She asked. The air around them was tense. Though her child was poking the stranger without fear, filled with innocent curiosity. The figure picked the child and looked at their eyes. A carnivorous smiled streched on it's face. 'This will be not necessary' the figure said.'"

Another dramatic pause. It was so silent you could hear the birds flying from a considerate distance. It was so silent that you could focus on the blood flowing on your veins. You were anxious to know what happened next. And your father seemed to take fun on this, delaying his narrative to look at the drawing of the figure and the child. This one was colored and you noticed that the child looked just like you. Same hairstyle and same color eye, even same skin color.

You didn't know how to feel about it. You was thinking about what the figure would do to that child. Coming from a horror book you had only one guess. Lilia though didn't share your apprehension as he started narrating again.

"'Call your husband and let's eat. Together. No lies this time or this cutie will pay the price.' The figure warned her. But it know what was fated to happen. The couple were liars and no good persons. Of course they were going to lie. When everyone was seated to eat, the wife served first her guest then her husband then her child and finally herself; though the figure was still holding the child. The wife looked like she wanted to ask something but held her tongue."

Lilia licked his fingers and turned the page. Your heart breaked at the drawing. It seemed painful and explicit but you keeped yourself from looking away, you asked for him to read and you wanted to hear and see everything.

"'Open wide, little one.' The figure told the child, holding Its own spoon of soup to feed the baby. The mother seemed alarmed by it as if she had just done something stupid. And she did, poisoned the figure's spoon and plate, and food too. She held its hand and looked at it with pleading eyes. She fell to her knees, afraid for her child's life and security, stuttering and mumbling. 'please, don't.' she asked it. And a laughed escaped the hooded figure's lips, so sweet, so dangerous, he looked at the child who made grabby hands at the food. 'I said no lies yet you lied to me, tried to deceit me when I've been nothing if good for the both of you. And what did I asked in return? Say it, word by word, to her, mighty husband.' The wife looked at her husband."

"But it was so vague... Dad, what did it said?" At this your father patted your hair, twirling his fingers in your hair to distract you. He almost never replied to you in these moments, wanting you to draw your own conclusions. Still you wished he answered you on this matter. You were too curious and inquisitive.

"'I want you to restore the crops with this insecticide I'm giving you, I want you to make house for the birds and for you to clean the rivers when they thaw. And... And I want your first-born, f-for them to take your place, a-a life for a lif...' The husband answered, without finding his wife's eyes. Though he didn't looked at her, he knew how the color vanished from her face and how she was stunned into silence. He had never mentioned the part where the figure wanted their child, had he done that she would killed him herself. Her pregnancy was problematic and painful but she was so happy that her child was here now, she was delighted to her their little laugh and see them starting to walk and talk. And he stole all this from her."

You gripped your father's arm, you aren't expecting this betrayal. You expected the hooded figure to be the killer who would slaughter everyone and then dance upon their corpses. But there was something intimately sad knowing that someone so close as a father to his own child, could be a liar. You felt a bad taste on your tongue. Though part of you was excited to see where things were going now. Would be possible for this story to have a happily after all? Part of you didn't know but you hoped so.

"'You lied to me? About this?' The poor wife was inconsolable, struggling even to stand still as her whole face burned with ire. She knew nothing could be done. Maybe it was her own fear, maybe it was the figure's presence who seemed to feed into her negative feelings, the next second she threw herself on top of her husband punching and screaming at him. Her chair had fallen to the ground with her plate, food flying everywhere. The hooded figure sighed but tucked the child's face in his neck for them to not see this. The couple flighted like two angry kittens, disjointed, clumsy, without really knowing where to hit to hurt more. It was pitiful to watch. It hummed while the scene unfolded before its eyes. They fought and screamed but the figure still soothed the scared child who gripped its clothes hard. It prevent them from turning around, holding them tightly against it. 'Just a second, little one.' it told them."

A knife fell from the table when the husband managed to kick his wife off him. She hitted her back at the wooded table's leg but took the knife and looked at him with bloodthirsty eyes. She tried to stab him but he dodge and evaded every attack, he laughed at it. And she was feeling angry, so angry she'd die if she could kill him and then the entity who watched them in silence. "I hate you. You ruined everything. You couldn't even do a thing right!"

Her words were words of a frightened woman and, above all, a mom who knew she had lost her child. The precious child who bringed so much life and happiness into her life. You felt sad at this. They were both bad. The husband for making the deal and then not following it, and the wife for trying to poison the hooded figure without trying to ask what it wanted. You wonder if things would have ended differently if they didn't lie.

"The husband could only smile and roll his eyes at this. Nothing he could say was going to be enough, nothing he could say was going to comfort her or save them from their demise. The fight ended when he twisted her own arm and stabbed her with the knife, twisting. She fell on the ground painfully, blood painting the carpet. The last thing she saw was her child sleeping on that creature's arms."

You sniffled, trying to stifle your cry so not get attention of your father. But he was perceptive, always was. He could know what you were doing even if he wasn't in the same room you were. It was a dad instinct kinda of thing, you thought once.

Lilia patted your head, letting you feel what you were feeling without commenting on the small tears that rolled down your chest or tease you. He had told you and Silver multiple times to not be ashamed to cry or feel freely, to not repress your emotions. And you weren't ashamed by it. But you did thought you were overreacting a little. It was just a story after all!

"The now armed man swinged at the hooded figure, tears falling from his eyes the same way they have fallen weeks before. This time though he had an ever more serious reason to cry, he had killed his wife. He lost the one he loved it and it was all that hooded figure fault. Or so he said to himself, still lying. Fighting though was futile, his effort was futile, he was no match for the figure, so agile and fast, even if it was holding a sleepy baby on its arms, it still could fight with ease as if battle and fight were it's old friends. It killed the man easily, with a swing of it's hands and a little magic, the man joined his wife in the afterlife where she would want him down eternally."

You jumped a little when he closed the book, looking at him in disbelief. The tears had dried on your eyes but they were still a little red from crying. "That's how it ends?"

Lilia nodded then added. "Though there's still a line. It goes like: the entity looked at the child affectionately, it had what it wanted, it had the child. The hooded figure finally lowered the hood from its face, revealing its young and yet deceitful appearance. It was a he and he looked at the child gently. 'I'm going to call you Yuu. Fufufu, how does that sound, Yuu?'"

You whined in surprise. It was your name! You liked to think that your name was unique and no one else had it, just so you could feel a little special, but at that moment you didn't know how you felt. There were so many plot twists in that story, your mind seemed to run a marathon by how hard you were thinking about everything. Only thing you could muster was. "They were dumbing, lying to a fae."

Though you wonder... Why there was a drawing of a child so similar to you and that also has your name? You searched for you father's eyes and found him him staring at you. But he wasn't staring how he used to stare, it was mischievous, evil. Dangerous. You found out that you couldn't move, paralyzed in fear while his eyes searched for something inside your soul. Whatever it was he seemed happy, his gaze softening as the minutes passed, his headpats returning slowly.

"How does tea sounds, little one?" He asked. It sounded like death coming from him, Lilia managed to even burn the water. You mumbled something, too busy thinking about the story to care that you were about to be poisoned by Lilia's tea. There was many puzzle pieces missing for you to complete the entire frame.

Maybe someday, Lilia thought with a smug smile.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere lilia #yandere lilia vanrouge #yandere lilia x yuu #yandere lilia x mc #yandere lilia x reader #lilia x mc #lilia x reader #lilia x yuu #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst lilia #twst lilia vanrouge #tw yandere #platonic yandere #male yandere #gender neutral reader #lorkai oneshot

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imaginn havifn a pretty pink princess room and you come home finding hobie sleepinf on your bed cuddling with like a cute little pink plush 😭😭

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Thank you for the adorable request! 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, FLUFF.

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Your keys clink as you unlock your front door, you feel your bones ache and your muscles shake from the incredibly tiring day. Entering your home, you finally feel relaxed once the homely scent enters your senses. Toeing off your shoes, you spot a familiar pair of heavy boots right next to your indoor slippers. Tilting your head, you follow Hobie's trail of discarded spider suit.

His socks lay next to his gloves, looking sad on the floor. Leather vest left hanging on the back of your settee, it's the only thing from his suit that looks remotely placed with care. You continue to follow the trail, his necklace and shirt are tangled with each other, you're guessing he had a bit of a fight taking those things off at the same time.

You stop by your bedroom door, his jeans sit by the doorway like some sentient pair of pants waiting for his owner. Creeping inside, you gently open the door to surprise him. The sight has you melting on the spot.

Hobie sleeps soundly on your frilly pink bed, heavy pastel colored blanket covering his entire body up to his nose. His eyelashes kissing his cheeks as he snores softly. Your four foot tall plushie is having the time of its life as Hobie embraces it, his sleeping face squished right on the teddy's fluffy head.

You wish you had a camera on hand to preserve the image. Instead of trying to dig for your old polaroid, you take off your layers as quietly as you can before going under the covers with Hobie and your apparent replacement. Reaching over the soft thing, you could only grasp Hobie's shoulder, thumb caressing softly at his bare skin.

He snorts in his sleep and you silence yourself from almost giggling. With one more snore, he awakens, feeling soft touches on his arm, he lifts his head up to look at you over the big fluffy mountain.

“Hi” you quietly say.

He blinks slowly, with one eye open a smile spreads across his tired face. Wordlessly, Hobie flings the bear away, it thumps softly on your carpeted floor.

“Hey, that's my djungelskog–!” Hobie quiets you down by wrapping you in his arms, your face smooshed right on his chest, his face snuggling the top of your head.

That's one way to shut you up.

He gives you featherlight kisses over the crown of your head, murmuring low. “You both smell the same, but you're a hundred times better than that mass produced bear.”

You hug him back, lifting your leg up to secure him in. Craning your neck up, you face Hobie with a giddy smile.

“Go back to sleep because you're gonna have to pick up your mess after.” he hums in reply.

He slowly kisses down from your forehead to between your eyes then down the tip of your nose until he reaches your lips. Hobie snogs you until you forgot what you were blabbering about. Tapping your back rhythmically, he falls back to sleep after a few minutes of listening to your breathing.

Guess if you can't fight him, join him right? You snooze right after, snuggling closer to him.

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown #the kr8tor's creations #x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x fem!reader #spider punk x you #hobie fluff #fanfic #hobie x reader #spider punk #atsv hobie #💿 anon

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30-th-century-man · 4 months

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scout would play arcade games

imaginne...... rambling to anyone who will lusten about polybius..... for his birthday engie makes him a fully fledged cabinet and says e finally found a genuine one snd scout loses his mjnd with terror

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HI ITS ME AGAIN. THE GAY BOY.

I have this very specific idea and its literally so...

Imaginne Lord x havinga MAJOR crush on you. He just can't stop thinking about you and how small you are compared to him. He tries to keep himself level headed and go about things normaly but he Just Can't.

One day, you're helping him patch up from a scuffle he got out pretty battered up of and you accidentally blurt out that you love him and he just. Kisses you. Because FINALLY. AFTER SO LONG of trying to be level headed he knows that you reciprocate it so he takes his chace.

Sorry if this is too long omg. I swear im normal ab him

GWEHE MUTUAL PINING BABYYY I love this idiot so much bro <333

You were everything that he could've wanted in a soul to reap. And it should've been left at that. You should've just been someone he would've loved to play the game of the hunt with. Somehow, though, you'd managed to transcend that for him. He caught himself, time and time again, thinking about you. You were more than just a wonderful toy for him to play with until he tired of this game; you yourself were wonderful.

This was no time for him to be distracted by such things. He had no need for such things like thoughts like those. They'd only impede on his hunt. Yet he still has you haunting his mind, like a soul he'd claimed had somehow, in some way, managed to pervade his head, pestering him incessantly. And of all things for this theoretical soul to taunt him with, it had to pick you. You, you, you. He hated it, and he'd have hated you for how much he thought about you, if only you weren't so...astoundingly remarkable. It stupefied him. How had you managed to do this to him?

How had he managed to be able to come in close contact with you? Now you two met every few days. He'd long forgone trying to take your soul from you, though he still subjects you to his "games" every now and again (he won't ever tell you that they're supremely watered-down versions of what he really does. Something inside him would eat at him if he hurt someone as precious as you.)

Himself, though? Oh, he couldn't care less about what happened to himself. He was virtually unkillable, so what did it matter to him if he emerged from skirmishes tattered and bloody? He'd always be the victor nonetheless. Nothing else was as indestructible as him.

Care not as he did about the aftermath of his battles, he anticipated the aftermath of the aftermath. Initially he'd gone to you out of curiosity; how would you react to seeing him like this? (How the horror, shock and concern on your face was so intoxicating to him.) But he did it to sort out his own thoughts on you. How he felt about you quickly became pinpricks of new and confused emotions to an overwhelming drive. A desire, for you, you, only you.

This time he was more beat up than he'd ever thought he would be. That sorry soul had put up a hell of a fight — and how much he loved a challenge like that! He craved more people who wouldn't just run from him; those who fought back were something he got so incredibly hot for, second only to you.

And speaking of, there you were, just within sight. Just within reach of him. There was no need for him to limp, he was not one to feel or at least acknowledge his pain. And besides, he had something more than just his bloody body to show you this time.

You had known since day one that you were dealing with what could be considered the grim reaper in a demonic hedgehog disguise. But this time when you saw his form approaching you, you saw something between his hands. Glowing in violently bright colors, exuding light upon the Lord's half-closed hands and the bottom of his face. It was almost enough to distract you from his condition.

"What was it this time?" You stood up anxiously, meeting him somewhere in the middle as you stepped towards him.

"That's the thing. Look." And so Lord X lifted his hands to better show you the miniature star in his palms, how it bounced around to and fro in some invisible forcefield, like it were trying to find a means of escape. Its hue ranged from sparking electric green, to angry blood red. X's eyes caught it all, delighted at this spectacle. "You know what this is?" He didn't wait for an answer. "It's a soul from a fighter. Look at how much it tries to break free. So many others would just pace around."

You knew that this was the remains of a departed person, and so your heart painfully twitched at the sight. But it was so interesting all the same; you were sure that nobody else aside from Lord X himself had ever seen a soul in this state. He observed your reaction carefully, his eyes lidded as the soul's light reflected off your own. And then he smiled and crushed the spirit of this nobody between his hands, revelling in the echoing outcry of a person forever lost in an abyssal limbo, and the way you jumped back as you were snapped out of your trance.

Ah, right. You had something else to take care of. Well, someone. "Come on." You take the arm that is the least battered, tugging him into a kneeling position as you reached behind yourself back to where you originally had sat, pulling over a decently sized medkit. You were shaking; you'd done this so many times before with him, but you supposed seeing him destroy a person's fiber of being right in front of you...yeah, that shook you up bad.

X took notice of your shakiness, and the troubled complexion on your face. As much as he'd have loved to watch you so concerned over him, after enough times of this happening he knew that you valued decently tending to him. Which involved steady hands.

You stopped everything as you felt a soft and warm hand brush against one of yours, nearly dropping the stitch thread you were holding. Your breath caught in your throat and you shook your head to try and shake off your tension; but then the Lord's voice was low in your ear, and you felt your eyes sting slightly. He was being gentle with you — and after what he'd just done a few minutes ago you just wondered why.

"Just breathe." He urged you, and you could feel your racing pulse in his hand that held your own. "Get yourself settled first before focusing on me." You tried to listen to him, to do as he said. But the softness of his voice was so different from how he was normally brazen and gruff, that it almost scared you. And you didn't even know why.

Your hand closed around his, and you squeezed your eyes shut and breathed in deep. One minute passed, then two, then three. And finally you let out a sigh that made your shoulders fall; and with it, you'd stopped shaking. You reached for the bandages, and turned to face him.

As you focused on closing and covering his wounds, you were remarkably quiet, avoiding his gaze that so observantly watched you. Noting your lack of conversation; normally you were at least somewhat talkative.

All that came out of you was a soft, exasperated; "I love you, but you gotta stop doing this." It was under your breath, like you didn't want him to hear it. But oh, he did. He did, and he wanted to hear that out of you again so bad.

You thought your heart had sped up again, or that you'd started shaking. So you pulled back, and looked up to X to apologize before realizing that no — this time it was him. He looked utterly delighted, and like he were holding himself back from throwing himself at you. And oh, he was! After a second too, he wasn't able to stop himself from doing just that. His heart was pounding fast and hard against your chest, sending you into the most passionate surprise kiss that you thought you'd ever get. He hardly gave you time to react to anything. He'd waited what had felt like an eternity to hear those words from you; ever since he'd first cursed you for haunting his thoughts he'd wondered what it'd sound like. It was so much better than he could've ever imagined.

You were left nearly gasping for breath when he finally decided to pull himself away from you, your face hot and flush while X barked a laugh out at you. Weren't you just adorable, all blown back because of him. His muzzle was pulled into a wide and toothy grin, as he held your chin underneath a hand to keep your eyes on him.

"I love you too."

#lord x #this got SO LONG good god 😭#but also whatever the fuck is up with this guy >>>>>>>#long post

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