#lucas drabble

[mint-yooxgi]

Just had an idea of a yandere drabble, WayV as kings of different kingdoms fighting for Y/N who’s a maid for one of the members.

That sounds complex….

"Pardon the intrusion," a voice from the open doorway catches your attention and you turn to meet the gaze of Soyeon, another of the palace servants whom you've worked with on occasion, "our king would like to see you in the grand hall."

You nod, placing your cleaning tools to the side and wiping your hands off on a cloth, "I'll be right there."

Soyeon leaves you after that, probably to go inform the king that you will indeed, be right there. As you traverse the many halls, you begin to wonder what the king could have summoned you for. After all, you know his friends, some neighbouring kings and princes, are at the palace currently for a visit.

Meanwhile, within the grand hall, seven men stand precariously throughout the room. One sits on his throne, leaning to one side as he rests his elbow on the arm of his seat, head being supported by his hand. He frowns.

"I was the first one to propose a transfer of his maid to me, so I should be the one to attain them," King Ten says, voice firm and commanding.

"And since I am the youngest out of all of you geezers, I should be the one to have them," Prince Yangyang crosses his arms. "I'll make sure they're treated the best out of all of you."

"That's bullshit," Prince Hendery seethes, pushing himself upright into a standing position from the pillar he had just been leaning against.

Kun straightens himself on his throne, the king leaning back as his expression narrows in on the youngest prince, "are you saying my own treatment of my favourite person under my service is insufficient?"

"It could be better." Prince Lucas scoffs. "They'd be best off with me."

"No one is 'better off' with you," King Sicheng rolls his eyes, malice clear in his voice.

Xiaojun, the newest crowned king amongst them, scowls, "you six are so narrow minded. Always treating them like all they're meant to do is serve you."

"You have no idea of the plans I have for them once they become mine," Ten's gaze is deadly as he fixates on King Xiaojun from across the room.

"Yours?" Prince Hendery is the one to scoff this time. "Do not make me laugh. I will be the one to have them in the end."

"You're delusional if you think I'll let you be the one to take them away from me." King Sicheng's voice is low, threatening as his eyes flash.

"What makes you think you're worthy of them?" Prince Yangyang growls.

"And you are?" Prince Lucas looks at him in bewilderment.

"Neither of you could ever treat them as well as I could." King Xiaojun spits. "Instead of wasting their talents on mundane tasks and keeping them only to serve me, I would raise them to the stars with me. Treat them like the royalty they are, that they will be. With me."

Six pairs of eyes flash, Xiaojun's words striking deep and true with his intentions. Intentions which they all share in one form or another. For he is not the only one who will make it so that you rule by his side, like you've always been meant to do; where you've always been meant to be.

An argument breaks out amongst the royals, each man bickering back and forth between each other. Some stand firm in their spots while others not so subtly begin to reach for their weapons. After all, none are afraid to kill to get what they want, and what they all want is you.

The whole while, Kun sits on his throne, silent and observing. Each and every one of their trivial voices falls on his ears, their arguments beginning to raise in volume the more time that passes.

His shoulders begin to shake. Slowly at first, as silent chuckles escape him, until he can no longer contain the laughter that falls from his lips. The six royals turn to look at Kun.

"You all are pathetic," Kun shakes his head, tutting all the while. "You're all forgetting one major component to all of this."

"Enlighten us." Ten crosses his arms.

Kun meets his gaze, a darkness lingering there that none of the others have seen before ."They have been and always will be mine."

As if to emphasize his point, a knock sounds at the grand hall doors, a guard opening the door to announce your arrival. In an instant, you are stepping through the threshold and bowing to the seven royals in the room. As soon as you right yourself, you meet Kun's now tender gaze.

"My King," you address him as you always have done, but what you fail to notice is how the others stiffen at your choice of words. Kun smiles. "You wanted to see me?"

#ask #yandere wayv #yandere nct #yandere kun #yandere hendery #yandere winwin #yandere sicheng #yandere lucas #yandere ten #yandere xiaojun #yandere yangyang #yangyang drabble #ten drabble #hendery drabble #lucas drabble #sicheng drabble #winwin drabble #kun drabble #xiaojun drabble #drabbles #wayv drabble #nct drabble #royal au

[wynnyfryd]

the kind of charm we need

written for @steddiemicrofic september prompt ‘charm’ + 548 words | rated T | pre-relationship, fluff, flirting, boys being dumb

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“‘Not the kind of charm we need,’” Steve mutters derisively to himself for the tenth time that day as they pull up to the cemetery curb.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dustin sighs, “your time and talents are sooo wasted on us, Steve, we get it.”

Max glares at him from the rearview like she agrees with Dustin, then shoves out of the backseat and slams the door shut behind her without a word.

Shit.

Steve watches her climb the hill, guilt rolling through his guts. Fuckin’ Nancy. There are bigger problems here.

Like, for example, the metalhead fugitive having a nervous breakdown in a boathouse.

“Oh, my god,” Lucas says from the backseat as the walkie crackles to life, Eddie’s quivering voice calling out for ‘Dustin? Anybody? Hello??’

He passes the walkie up to the front with a look like he’s debating whether or not to just smash the thing to pieces on the asphalt instead. “Can you maybe use your charm on Eddie before I murder him?”

“He’s in distress!” Dustin cries.

“He’s on my last nerve!”

“Seriously, anybody?? Please!”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, give me that.” Steve yanks the walkie out of Lucas’ hand, hauls himself out of the car — leans in to tell the two shitheads to stay put and shut up before he closes the door.

He leans against the driver’s side, head throbbing, body sore. Can’t tell if he’s too young or too old for this shit. He pushes the talk button with a begrudgingly slow press.

“Steve Harrington’s babysitting and distraction service, how may I help you? Over.”

“Stevie!” Eddie whoops, sounding genuinely thrilled to hear Steve’s voice. Steve knows he’s just excited to hear anyone’s voice, but. Hm. “Goddamn am I glad to- wait, where’s Henderson? Sinclair? Are they—?”

“They’re fine,” Steve assures before the creep of hysteria he hears can fully take hold. He kicks his heel against the front tire. “They’re waiting in the car. I’ve been instructed to, like, charm you into calming down, or whatever.”

“Charm me?” Eddie’s voice lilts with interest. Steve can almost see the smile, the way he licks across his front teeth.

“Just a— well, not a joke, but, like…” Steve trails off, gives up trying to explain. Nance has this way of making comments that cling like cactus spines. “Never mind.”

“No, no,” Eddie says. “Go on. I’m ready to be charmed.”

And maybe it’s the way Eddie says charmed like a snake scenting the air, or maybe it’s the stress of the day; maybe he’s finally having his own little mental breakdown as a treat, because for some insane reason he leans into whatever this is, pitches his voice all low and slippery and asks, “What are you wearing?”

Silence for a moment, and then Eddie cackles, the noise so loud it overwhelms the little speaker in the walkie, bursts of laughter breaking through the static noise. Steve finds himself laughing, too, a slow thing that builds and builds, swells inside him like blown glass until he’s warm and bright all over.

“Jesus,” Eddie breathes when he finally calms. “You’re— you’re ridiculous. Shit, man, I really needed that, you have no idea.”

Steve smiles to himself. Bites the inside of his cheek. Not the kind of charm we need.

No, but someone might.

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note: i am aware that this is canon adjacent (which is to say that i meant for it to take place in canon but i didn’t feel like rewatching the scene for total accuracy so like, canon can bite me it’s close enough)

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficseptember #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steddie fluff #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Steve is many things, but he's not a liar. He might not always tell the truth, sure, but that's either because of his stubborn denial of things or because people simply don't ask. However, if he's asked directly, he will absutely not lie.

Autumn of 1986 finds him in deep friendship with Eddie, except it's not just a friendship for him, it's love. Plain and simple. But Eddie never asks and Steve doesn't push it because having Eddie as a friend is much better than not having him at all. All is well, they still wrangle the kids, smoke together, see questionable movies. Eddie graduates, but he still sometimes does special campaigns for Hellfire when the kids ask him.

It happens more often than not that Steve barges in at the most inconvenient moment, glaring at Eddie. This time is no different. "I swear to god, Munson, will you ever finish your game on time? I've been sitting outside for half an hour and it's cold as hell! One more time and I swear I will strangle you!"

Eddie just smiles sheepishly, but before he can answer, Mike, puberty in full swing, rolls his eyes. "Oh shut up, Steve. You love Eddie."

And Steve doesn't deny it. He just redirects his frown at Mike and adopts his best pissed off mom posture. "So what if I do, Wheeler? You guys are still late! I'm not freezing to death for any of you!"

There's loud clattering of dice as Dustin drops his on the floor and then bangs his head on the desk when he tries to pick them up. Lucas, Gareth and Jeff are gaping at Steve and Mike is, for once, speechless. Will has the gentlest smile on his face and looks at Steve as if he was his hero. Erica snorts and mumbles "well, duh."

Eddie just stares at Steve and accidentally flips his DM screen. He keeps opening and closing his mouth and his pale skin is turning a very non-metal shade or pink.

And Steve doesn't see anything wrong with what he said because he doesn't lie, it's as straightforward as that. "If you have enough time to stare, Munson, you also have enough time to wrap up whatever monster hunting you have going on. I'm getting tea to thaw myself and then I'm leaving. You have 30 minutes."

None of Eddie's campaigns ever wrap up this quickly, but he outdoes himself. One "youliveasheroesinmemoriesofthistownandlivehappilyeverafterbye!" later, he basically barges into the kitchenette while the kids pack their stuff and secretly try to eavesdrop. And Steve just stands there, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand, as if he just hasn't dropped a bomb on Eddie's understanding of life, universe and everything. "So," Eddie begins and his voice croaks because he's not ready for this conversation, but he's not running away this time, "when were you going to share with the class, Steve? I mean me? The l-love thing?"

Steve just sips his tea, unbothered. "Preferably never, but Wheeler just had to push it, the asshole," he sighs and meets Eddie's gaze. "Look, it's not a big deal, it's my shit to deal with. Nothing has to change for us, but I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."

Eddie just blinks. "Did you just call your love for me shit?"

"Um, no." Steve shakes his head. "But you have to admit, unrequited feelings are kind of shit."

And Eddie just throws up his hands and screeches "see Steve, this is why you do share these things because you misidentify shit!" and before Steve has a chance to ask for translation, Eddie kisses him, muttering between breaths how he's going to murder Steve for every week, day and hour that he kept this to himself. Steve is surprised, but also happy and they spend much longer in the kitchenette.

When they finally come out, hand in hand, Mike gives Steve the most shit-eating grin of his life. "Hey Steve," he says, voice smooth as honey, "you're late."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie drabble #steddie fanfiction #strangerthings #strangerthingsdrabble #stranger things drabble #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #will byers #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #hellfire club

[newtkive]

sweet tooth | luca drabble

just thinking about luca w a partner who has a crazy sweet tooth (like i do) and you never asking for a sweet treat but mentioning it nonchalantly but still not expecting luca to make you something.

first of all, your nickname would probably be sweet tooth or smth similar, let’s be so real. it would start by luca calling you that affectionately, but then it catches on w friends and family and you’re just dubbed sweet tooth.

in general, if you saw some type of dessert on a commercial or a tiktok that had you going ‘oohhh’ luca would scrunch his brows and almost seem jealous. “they used meringue, they should’ve used icing sugar.” he’d scoff judgingly and just see it as a challenge. after he would deem it doable, he’d store the information in his brain and literally make it better at work the next day.

just say the word and he will make it. telling your friends on the phone that macaroons sound good? cool, he wants to practice his piping technique with the biscuits anyways.

a japanese fruit sando? awesome he can make the sweet bread so fast, and the cream is no big deal. in fact he can just whip it up for lunch.

want a hersheys bar? first, that chocolate is trash don’t ever mention it to a european, especially your european chef boyfriend. second, he’ll make you the best stack of milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and cookies n’ cream bar you’ve ever had (the cookies n cream one is so good, and you’d always say that and it would piss him off). anything to get hershey’s out of your brain.

you see those viral crunchy chocolate and pistachio filled croissants in new york on your phone and groan abt them? he can research the recipe and workshop it for a day or two in the restaurant kitchen, find a cute take out box to present it to you with to give you that full experience you’d get from the real bakery—you just gotta wait. even if it’s a couple days later, it’ll be waiting for you on the table, or pulled out from behind luca’s back as he walks through the door.

to be more specific, maybe at midnight when he doesn’t have work the next day, you guys are up watching a movie or just having pillow talk. saying smth nonchalant abt your cravings like “cookies sound so good right now luca.. don’t they?” your cheek is smushed against his bicep (which you’d much rather eat) so your voice is all cute and mumbled making his heart race.

“mhm.” he’d say. he’s got a lazy smile n a deep chuckle, voice laden w sleep since you’re the night owl and he’s just staying up to spend time with you. “you wan’ me to make some right now? that what you’re saying?” he’s clearly amused, knowing that you don’t expect him to but teasing you nonetheless.

“nono, it’s too late. you’re not allowed to leave anyways.” you would mumble again, arms tightening around his own in a hug. humming happily, a kiss from the chef would land on your head and you kinda forget about the dessert you want but luca doesn’t because he’s a chef and his literal profession is making desserts so why wouldn’t he?? when you want something he can easily make?? like his love language is giving, especially if it’s baking something for someone he loves.

the next day you’d still be asleep and wake up to the smell of cookies. savory was your forte in the morning most times but who could say no to starting their day with a yummy sweet when it’s presented to them, right?

it would take you a second to realize that 1. luca wasn’t wrapped around you like usual, etching a frown into your face, and 2. luca had to be the one making cookies. and he made the best cookies. you’d waste no time in grinning and hopping up to drag yourself to the kitchen. even more of the smell would welcome you, transporting you into some kind of dreamland—and if you really were dreaming you’d be so pissed bc the cookies being pulled out of the oven by your blond messy haired boyfriend look so fucking good right now (aside from the aforementioned boyfriend who is just as, if not more scrumptious than the cookies with only his flannel pants on).

arms would wrap around his waist from behind and luca would laugh muttering “hot pan” but you don’t give a fuck because you want him and those cookies now. if anything your arms tighten and you rub at his stomach sweetly from behind, a sign of affection.

“you made me cookies!” the grin would be so evident in your voice and so infectious that luca beams as he transfers the said cookies onto a pretty dish.

“and who said they were for you?” the tease is obvious and earns an eye roll. you don’t fall for it and he doesn’t expect you to, but you gently nip at his shoulder nonetheless. a dramatic ‘ow!’ comes from the tall man, laced with laughter. you snicker evilly, standing on tip toes to rest your chin on the same shoulder (no matter your height you still gotta do tiptoes bc that man is tall).

soon enough he’d plate the perfect chocolate chip cookies with a dash of sea salt that you spotted, and turn around. it would be your turn to be wrapped in a hug by strong arms, even lifted up a little just to hear your laugh. luca also likes to hear how surprised you get that he can lift you, even though to him you’re weightless.

it wouldn’t be long until you’re begging for a cookie even if he sets you on the counter, stern look as he assures you they’re still cooling off. like hellooo?? who cares?? but he distracts you with soft kisses on your cheeks, leading down to your lips until he pulls away and leaves you wanting more. the mumble from him that, “the cookies are probably cool enough now” has you forgetting your desire for him and replacing it with the golden saucers just waiting for you to demolish them.

hands on his shoulder, you’d firmly push him to the side and hop off the counter. the roll of luca’s eyes would be affectionate and endeared, since you were this excited for his cooking. you were his best customer after all.

your feet would have a mind of their own, floating towards the cookies like a cartoon man levitating towards a pie, lured by the aroma. you start ravaging like a hungry creature. one turns into three as you face your boyfriend, moaning with closed eyes at almost every bite inbetween telling him about what you two did in your dream (he baked you brownies laced with a golden syrup in your dream so you accredit your subconscious to manifesting this).

he would just stand there with a grin, hands on the edge of the sink behind him while leaning on it. usually dreams would be so boring to talk about, but luca swore he could stand there for an eternity just watching you eat his creations and talk about any dream you wanted to share with him.

of course, those cookies would be gone in two days. and in place would be brownies drizzled in a golden syrup that luca took home from work. the surprise would earn him a watery eyed smile, and he’d just shrug and say he had extra time to kill on the evening shift.

#do y’all know the croissants i’m talking abt?? #theyre in the pic at the top #i need them so bad theyre in nyc and dubai idk #always on my fyp i want them frrr #i need a baker bf #my sweet tooth is insane #also the brownies w golden syrup are inspired by ambrosia from percy jackson books lmao #i’ve always wanted those fr #chef luca #chef luca x reader #will poulter #the bear #the bear imagine #the bear imagines #luca x reader #the bear luca x reader #livvy’s drabbles #the bear drabbles #luca drabbles #carmy berzatto

[withacapitalp]

“Okay, so now we add the water, right?”

“No! No water!” Steve practically shouted, grabbing the pot and holding it high above his head so Joyce couldn’t reach it, “Joyce, we’ve talked about this,”

She rolled her eyes, putting the measuring cup on the counter and sighing. Robin and the kids giggled from their spot in the living room, the parade turned down low so they could hear every bit of the clownery going on in the kitchen. Steve turned the evil eye on them and put one hand on his hip. 

“And, peanut gallery, if you want to have food, you’ll want to keep your snark at bay. Unless you want to be the ones in here helping me make an entire Thanksgiving meal for fourteen.”

“Always the mom,” Max sighed, patting her stomach, “I’ll have you know if we’re not eating by five o’clock sharp, Nugget here will be making Lucas drive us to McDonalds,” 

Steve waved her off and turned back to the stove, placing down the pot and stirring his perfectly prepared potatoes. It felt kind of weird to keep thinking of them as kids now that they were all graduating from college. But, to Steve, they would always be kids. No matter how tall, how old, how many nuggets of their own they had, those seven little kids would always be the stupid pre-teens that had given him his life. 

“Now, it’s important to remember to continue to whisk, or else they’ll get clumpy.” Steve instructed in a no nonsense tone. He had eaten enough of her radioactive cooking to know where she would start to lose sight of the final product. 

“Are you torturing my wife?” Hopper asked as he entered into the fray, grabbing another round of beers for him and the boys. Steve could just catch the sound of Jonathan and Wayne yelling at the TV in the bedroom upstairs, calling the referee out on some bullshit play. 

“This is the real question, Hop. Is your wife torturing my husband?” A voice came from behind him, soft and buttery. A voice Steve had desperately missed, even though this trip had only been a short few weeks.

Steve hummed, leaning back into Eddie’s arms and letting his eyes slip shut for a second. Eddie had only been in Chicago for three weeks to re-record something for his newest album, but to Steve it was always too long.  Warm pale arms littered with scars came up around him, fingers playing with the silver chain around his neck. No government would ever recognize it, they couldn’t really tell the world, but the ring on that chain was everything to Steve, just like the man who had given it to him. 

“She is,” Steve fake-whispered into Eddie’s ear, “She’s trying to poison us all with liquid potatoes,”

“Lucky for us, we have you,” Eddie whispered back, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek from behind, “God bless you, Mr. Potato Man.”

Steve snickered, turning around so he could fully face his partner. Eddie’s hair was shorter now than it was when they were young and stupid, and he was starting to get crows feet in the corner of his eyes.

He was more beautiful every time Steve saw him. 

“Quick! Eddie distract him while I put water in the potatoes!” Joyce cried. Eddie immediately went along with it, yanking Steve away from the stove and ignoring his protests as she began to experiment. Steve conceded defeat the second the paprika was pulled out of the cupboard. Some things would just never change. 

Eddie dragged him into the hallway, hiding them ever so slightly from the rest. 

“Glad to be home,” He murmured, hugging Steve close and resting their foreheads together. 

Home. The home Eddie had bought him all those years ago. The carpet in the living room was a soft cream now instead of gaudy orange, and there were boxes filled with mums in each window. The mold problem had been fully eradicated, but the screen door still swung open and shut in the wind. 

Steve didn’t mind it anymore.  It was just a part of the charm of their house. 

Their house. Even now it made his heart fill to the bursting to think of it. Their house.  

But now that Eddie was back, it was really home. 

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #st #st drabble #stranger things headcanons #steddie #stranger things hc #st4 #Liam writes #Joyce byers #Jim hopper #jopper #max mayfield #Lucas Sinclair #lumax #future steddie #steddie ficlet #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

[mya-cookie-eater]

Imagine…

You’re your comfort characters comfort character 

C/c=comfort character 

Warning ⚠️:kinda sad at the end but at first kinda cute I also didn’t reread this so it might be rushed and not make sense mb plus it’s short

A/n: send request for stories like these I like writing them.🙃 pick a specific character tho and I’ll tell you if I can do them or not (please send requests)

After a long day of school/work they come home and lay in bed they grab their pillow and began to speak. “hey y/n I had a good day today I almost got into a fight but I didn’t because I thought of you and how you wouldn’t want me to do that how you would want me to be the bigger person so I talked to them about it and I know you fight sometimes but you wouldn’t want me to risk everything by fighting so yeah how was your day??”  In their mind the pillow came to life forming your face and body into it. “I had a good day just chilled on your bed you know” you looked into the eyes of C/C and grabbed the side of their face. “I’m proud of you I’m so proud of you” you hugged them and then you laid on their chest they hugged back and you started to cuddle they you felt something hot and wet they were crying. “what’s wrong??” You asked and put their face into your hands. “I love you but your not real” their world of happiness collapsing with those words. Your.Not.Real you made them happy you made them better but you weren’t real. 

A/n:Hey I wrote this because I seen dd Osama confront n3on and I was proud of him and I thought of what it would be like if I had his comfort character or if I was any of my other comfort characters comfort character I seen a story similar that’s what this was based on so if you find that send me a link bc I really want to read it again they wrote it better than me 

#miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #1610 miles morales x reader #miles morales 1610 #miles morales imagine #atsv #earth 42 miles morales x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington x reader #chato santana x reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson smut #fear street #damon smut #kate schmidt #hobie brown x reader smut #lucas sinclair #peter ballard smut #rue bennett smut #steve harrington #sadie sink x reader #steve harrington angst #hobie brown smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic

[xeniray]

untitled - luca kaneshiro

warnings - sugar daddy!luca kaneshiro . f!reader . public sex . fingering . recording

sugar daddy!luca who takes his pretty baby out shoppin <3 telling her to get an and everything that she wants because she so perfect she deserves the entire fuckin world <3

“ go ahead! everything is on me love!” you look at him a bit worried of what he’s saying. it’s not you’re not taking the offer. i mean fucking come on. he’s offering you any and everything fucking thing. taking the opportunity wouldnt be that bad right…?

sugar daddy!luca who sees you taking some quick pictures. he tells you to take a picture of him handing you the dior bag and post it on your story. let everyone know who’s treating you right.

“ don’t you wanna make everyone jealous?” he smiled at you. you pursed your lips a bit as tge phone came in contact with your chest. it wouldn’t be that wrong..? right…? i mean everyone can see how good of a time you’re having…? it’s not exactly bragging or rubbin’ it in their faces!

sugar daddy!luca who in the changing with you. fingers knuckle deep in your tight cunt.feeling your gummy walls clap on his fingers and he kissing you so your moans are controlled.

sugar daddy!luca whos now recording you riding his fat cock and whining for more of him <3 phone all angled perfectly so it’s capturing your pretty pussy swallowin’ his cock, along with your pretty tits. bouncing at each time you thrust your hips down and yelping at how good hit cock feels.

“there you fuckin’ go…” he groans, “ such a pretty look, bouncing on my dick like a fucking bitch in heat” he smiled up at you as he grabs your face, making you look at him.

“ you’re so fucked out, drool all over your pretty face” he chuckles a bit as he whips son of the saliva off of your face. “ you’re makeup all ruined too..they’re gonna know what we were doing in this changing room baby” luca frowned a bit. it not like they don’t already know—i mean you’re moaning like fucking crazy. you can’t just shut the fuck up. the owner of the clothing store can’t do anything really, luca quite literally rented out this entire place just his pretty baby.

#☰ xeniary. #☰ xen notes. #luca kaneshiro #luxiem #vtubers #luca kaneshiro imagine #luca kaneshiro smut #luca smut #drabble #short n’ sweet ! #luxiem smut #tw nswf #luca kaneshiro drabble #tw smut #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro x you #nijisanji #nijien #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader

[markiemelon]

mint choco

genre. pure fluff ! no warnings

pairings. bff!xiaojun x fem implied! reader ♡

—{3:11pm}♡‧₊˚ ↴

“stop leaving the toilet seat up when i come over.” you stormed into the living room. “no wonder you can’t get a girlfriend…”

“yeah, says the person who hasn’t even had a first kiss yet.” he teased you.

you were quick to snap back. “well if you hadn’t insisted on tagging along on that blind date-”

you were interrupted. “i didn’t even do anything!! it was like i wasn’t even there!” he rolled his eyes.

your face turned expressionless. “xiaojun.” you blinked a couple of times. “you literally put your hand over my mouth right as he leaned in to kiss me.”

he cleared his throat awkwardly. “yeah, well… i didn’t like that guy…”

“whatever.” you dismissed the conversation.

you looked over to the boy sitting comfortably on the couch, enjoying his mint chocolate ice cream. this was a regular thing to see when you went to xiaojun’s house, but you found it to be absolutely disgusting, nonetheless.

“how can you eat that…” you took a seat next to him.

extremely offended, he raised his eyebrows while he turned his head carefully to face you, being dramatic as ever. “what did you just say to me?”

you made a sloppy gesture pointing to the dish of the green mess.

“and what about it?!” he yelled in response to your silent comment. he slammed his bowl onto the coffee table in front of him and didn’t hesitate to jump up from the couch.

you looked up at the boy who towered over you. as intimidating as he tried to seem, you couldn’t take him seriously at all. you swallowed to keep your smile from showing. “you monster!” you instigated. “it tastes like toothpaste!!”

“no.” he took a moment to breathe. “toothpaste. tastes. like. MINT.”

and that was xiaojun’s last straw.

“okay, yn. you brought this upon yourself.” he swiftly reached for his precious bowl of now half-melted mint chocolate ice cream, taking a big spoon full of it, and taking it right up to your mouth.

you squealed at the feeling of the minty mush hitting your lips. the spoon stopped against you teeth, the only thing keeping the vial flavor from reaching your tastebuds.

nearly gagging, you tried to run and wash it off, but you were held back by xiaojun locking you into his arms.

“i have to wash this off!!!” you, and your threatened tastebuds cried.

“okay, ill get it off. calm down.” he tried to sound annoyed.

relieved, you waited for xiaojun to hand you the napkin on the table. you were completely caught off guard by the feeling of xiaojun’s lips connecting with yours.

your first kiss. this is exactly what you’ve wanted. but this is not exactly how you wanted it. your head was rushing, competing with your pounding heart. you never thought you would be kissing your best friend, and not be completely hating it, but there you were. you had no idea you could think and feel so many things at once. it was soft. it was sweet. it was cold…it was minty.

xiaojun pulled away from you, his grin only growing wider and wider as your cheeks got warmer and warmer.

he admired your priceless expression. “…i cant let perfectly good mint choco go to waste…”

“what was that for?!” you blushed and wiped your mouth with the back of your palm. “you said you would get it off!!!”

“and i did!!!” he said, completely shamelessly.

“you’re disgusting!” you scoffed to distract from your pounding chest.

“but not as disgusting as mint choco, hm?” xiaojun teased.

he didn’t take his eyes off of yours while he took his time to bring his palm up to your cheek. you couldn’t believe you were seeing this side of xiaojun.

being best friends with xiaojun, you’ve had your fair share of flirting and confusing butterflies. he got you flustered all the time, but he certainly never took it this far.

but right as you hoped for this to be a romantic moment, you would find that it’s just too good to be true.

still cradling your cheek, he grazed your lips with his thumb; that’s when your fantasy shattered. he just spread ice cream all over your lips again.

“ew! get it off! get it off!” you broke the stillness in the atmosphere.

xiaojun smiled. “fine.”

this time, you anticipated his touch. he leaned in to kiss you gently one more time… and suddenly, mint choco wasn’t so bad.

this was hard to write because i love mint choco (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

hope you enjoyed xx

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#nct blurbs #nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct soft blurbs #nct fluff #markiemelon #nct soft hours #nct timestamps #wayv imagines #wayv #wayv scenarios #wayv x reader #wayv timestamps #wayv xiaojun #wayv blurbs #wayv drabbles #wayv lucas #wayv soft hours #wayv fluff #wayv x y/n #wayv x you #xiaojun #xiaojun scenarios #xiaojun drabbles #xiaojun blurbs #xiaojun fluff #xiaojun timestamps #xiaojun imagines #xiaojun soft hours

[audhd-nightwing]

little league coach steve (who is the foster dad of will, el and lucas) meeting ‘knows nothing about baseball but his kids love it’ eddie (who is the foster dad of mike, dustin and max)

steve is a kindergarten teacher. his kids go to the school he works at (though they have a different teacher because of rules), so it makes it a lot easier to drop them off and pick them up

eddie owns a record shop in town and all three of his kids are in steve’s kindergarten class. he still dresses metal and stuff even though people assume he’s a bad parent because of it (which is stupid). and while dustin and max adore their teacher mr harrington, mike hates him with a passion.

anyway, lucas will mike and dustin are on the little league team and they become a little group. el and max bond over not wanting to play a stupid sport

eddie has seen the dilf coach a couple of times when dropping mike max and dustin off. the kids just call him ‘coach’ (and eddie’s a bit in love with him already)

eddie decides to walk his kids into class one day so he can meet the infamous mr harrington. max is embarrassed that she rambled about him to eddie so he pinky swears not to mention it. dustin, however, is esctatic (and frankly adorable). mike lags behind like the concept of eddie meeting his teacher is unbearable. eddie loves the little shits.

when he turns the corner and sees mr harrington, his worldview kinda shatters because mr harrington is the hot little league coach!

and shit, eddie didn’t plan on meeting an attractive thirty-something that’s exactly his type when he decided to meet his kids teacher! he’s totally fucked

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie mini fic #steddie fic ideas #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #dustin henderson #max mayfield #mike wheeler #el hopper #will byers #lucas sinclair #the party stranger things #steddie au #stranger things au

[mint-yooxgi]

Bro I immediately fell in love with yan!wayv x maid!reader (shouts out to the lovely who sent it in) could we get a pt2 mayhaps???

Anonymous Said: can we have a part 2 for that yan!kings! wayv?

Anonymous Said: can we mayhaps have a pt 2 to the yandere wayv kings drabble?? thank you!

Part One

***

As with every day before this one, you were given a simple task: clean the library. Only, what should have been easy, and only have taken you a few hours at most, turned into one of the most difficult assignments you’ve ever had.

Normally, when you go to do your work, you’re by yourself, or joined by other palace servants to help in whatever task you’ve been sent to do that day. Only, today, when you were told you were going to be alone in the library while you worked, you had walked in on not one, but two of your king’s friends sitting by the large bay windows. They had been leaning into each other, voices low so as not to be overheard, but still, the frowns on their faces had made it seem as if they were arguing about something, or rather, someone.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness,” you greet with a bow towards each of them in turn.

King Ten smiles warmly at you as Prince Yangyang moves to stand.

“What brings you to the library today?” Yangyang asks, sounding casual but in reality wanting to keep you here for as long as he can.

You blink, not used to being acknowledged by other royals like this. Well, other than when King Ten and the rest of Kun’s friends visit. They all seem to be the only ones who treat you like a person. It’s just been so long since you’ve last seen them, you’ve forgotten what it feels like.

“Please, do not mind me,” you bow once more. “I will do my best not to disturb you while I clean.”

Ten frowns slightly, “do you ever get time off from your duties?”

“Oh, yes!” You reply politely. “My King give all of his servants ample time to themselves, especially in the evenings.”

There are those words again. Your King. They both scowl.

“Which means you should be able to accompany me for dinner tonight if you have the evening free.” King Xiaojun says, appearing from around the corner of one of the shelves, moving to lean against it in the next moment with his arms crossed casually in front of his chest. “That is, if you’ll join me, of course.”

“Perhaps they would like to accompany me instead,” King Sicheng says, his voice nearly startling you as you turn to see him approaching you from behind. “I was planning on dining in the gardens this evening.”

The smile he sends you is soft, but to the other three, it appears as calculated as his statement. Each of them have done their research on you, of course, and they all know you enjoy spending some of your free time in the gardens. They still haven’t forgiven Prince Lucas for sending you an arrangement of your favourite flowers before they could themselves.

“That does sound lovely,” you hum, and your words have Sicheng’s smile widening, only for it to fall in the next second, “but I'm afraid I'll have to decline Your Majesty’s offers. I must complete my tasks for the day and I'm afraid I will not be finished in time for the evening meals.”

“You mean you’re going to clean right through supper?” Prince Yangyang asks in disbelief.

“It really isn’t good to be skipping meals,” Ten adds with a frown.

“Oh, no!” You’re quick to reassure them all at the concerned looks they throw your way. “The cooks always set aside meals for the staff when they have to work late. One of them will be me, today.”

Just then, you hear the doors to the library open and three sets of footsteps entering the room. As soon as you lock eyes with the king, you bow deeply.

“Your Highnesses. My King.” You straighten as Kun stops a few feet away from you, book held in his hand as both Prince Hendery and Prince Lucas flank him on either side. “I will get started on cleaning the library right away.”

“Were these punks bothering you?” Kun asks, tone teasing to you, but pointed to the other royals in the room. “I cannot have you near my staff if all you’re going to do is bother them as they try to do their jobs.”

“Oh, no, My King,” you shake your head, quick to defend them. “None of Their Majesty’s or Their Highnesses could ever be a bother to me.”

Kun doesn’t fail to miss the way the four males in front of him smirk, and he’d bet everything the other two behind him are as well.

“Alright,” he sighs. “But if they are, tell me and I'll kick them out.”

You bow to him once more, scurrying off in the next moment to begin your task of cleaning the library.

About an hour passes and you manage to to have cleaned a large portion when you finally move back to the main section of the library. All seven royals are still there, sitting around in the lounges. Some converse with one another, while a few read leisurely. You notice both Kun and Ten have a small stack of books resting beside them each.

Setting your attention back onto the task at hand, you don’t even register Hendery approaching you until he’s practically standing right beside you. You jump.

“Your Highness,” you blink at him with wide eyes, “you startled me.”

“My apologies,” Prince Hendery chuckles.

“Stop terrorizing my staff,” Kun chastises from the lounge he’s currently sitting on.

Hendery simply rolls his eyes, making you chuckle. Of course, he can feel the six sets of eyes glaring holes into his back at this fact, but the smugness he feels at being able to make you laugh is worth it every time.

Acting casual, Hendery pretends to browse some of the titles in front of him. Of course, he’s not going to let you know the real reason he came over was to talk to you, and be near you, even though the others can tell that that was exactly his intention. They only wish they had been quick enough to do so themselves.

Trailing a finger along the shelf, Hendery hums. “You clean exceptionally well.”

“I should hope so,” you huff out a breath through your nose as you reply without thinking, “that’s my job.”

The library, which had been silent before, now fills with a deadly tension, as if the fall of a pin could set off a catastrophe at any moment. You can feel all eyes on you now, and you straighten.

You clear your throat, “I mean-”

Before you can even rush out an apology for talking back to the prince, you hear three sets of laughter erupt from behind you. Turning around, you see both King Ten and Prince Yangyang doubled over in their seats while King Xiaojun throws his head back in his. Even King Kun cannot seem to fight the way his lips curve upwards at your response.

“I meant,” Hendery flushes, “you always do an extraordinary job.”

You avert your gaze to the floor, embarrassment causing your voice to come out smaller than you intend. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

Hendery smiles, but before he can say anything, Prince Lucas is beating him to it.

“Really, you are incredible,” he adds. “It’s been, what? An hour and you’re already halfway done?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” your face heats, shifting slightly in your spot.

“Really, my own staff could learn a thing or two from you,” Ten adds.

“Agreed.” Yangyang hums.

“You should come work for me, instead.” Xiaojun voices casually, turning a page in his book. His words, which sound like a playful quip to you, couldn’t be more pointed towards the other six.

“I think they are quite happy where they are right now,” Kun chimes in, not even raising his gaze from the book in his hands.

“I think they can speak for themselves,” Sicheng smiles, again, kindly at you, calculated towards the others.

“My King is right,” you nod in confirmation. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Your words make Kun’s heart absolutely soar in his chest, a bashful smile taking over his features as the other six turn to shoot him looks of either disbelief, or glare at him.

“Why does he make you refer to him like that?” Yangyang asks the question on all of their minds.

“Like what, Your Highness?” You tilt your head slightly in curiosity.

“We’ve never once heard you address him as ‘Your Majesty’, or anything else,” Lucas says casually, even though he (and the other five) are hanging onto every word.

“Are you asking me why I refer to My King as ‘My King’?” Your brow furrows, and Ten nearly scoffs at the question you pose.

Well, when you put it like that...

“Yes,” Hendery confirms with a nod. “We're just curious, is all.”

Looking towards Kun, you meet his gaze which is suddenly on you as he peers over the top of his book. Subtly, he nods his head, as if encouraging you to answer.

So you do.

“Because that’s what he is.” You reply simply. “He is My King.”

Xiaojun’s eyes narrow, having noticed this small interaction between the both of you. He scoffs. “A king who not only forces you to address him as such, but who needs to give you permission to speak as well.”

Kun’s eyes narrow at King Xiaojun across from him.

“If you were to come live with me, you’d never have to abide by those types of stupid rules again,” Ten voices, and all heads, including your own, turn to look at him. “You could address whoever, however you wanted. You could speak your mind freely without having to seek permission to do so.”

At this, Kun slams his book closed, but your voice halts him in his tracks, calming the storm raging just beneath the surface of his skin.

“You all think I refer to him as ‘My King’ because he makes me do so? That I need his permission to speak my mind?” The disbelief in your tone has them blinking in surprise at you.

“Then why do you do such things if he does not command you to do so?” Sicheng could not be more confused as he meets your gaze.

“Why?” You reply, incredulously, and your next words have Kun’s chest swelling with pride while the others look on with envy clear in their gazes. “Because I respect him.”

#ask #yandere wayv #wayv drabble #yandere lucas #yandere hendery #yandere kun #yandere ten #yandere yangyang #yandere xiaojun #yandere sicheng #yandere winwin #winwin drabble #xiaojun drabble #ten drabble #yangyang drabble #kun drabble #hendery drabble #lucas drabble #drabbles #royal au

[luvxiem]

rabies... probably — shu yamino

› pairing: shu yamino x gn!reader

› word count: ~500

› genre: fluff

› summary: shu's friends find it both hysterical and slightly concerning over how... feral you get over your boyfriend. shu decides to confront you over it after one too many teeth marks were left on his skin.

if there is one thing about you, it’s that you don’t fuck with your friend’s partners. you’re not dating them so why would you care what they do? as long as they treat your friends right and they’re happy, their relationship is none of your business. your boyfriend, on the other hand, is ALL of your business. this includes his friends.

when shu first introduced you to his friend group, you were quite nervous. he holds them in high regard, and you wanted to make a good impression on them. needless to say, the meeting went fantastically and you’re happy to say that you’re able to call them your friends now as well. however, with friendship comes being progressively more and more unhinged the closer you get. shu’s friends were no exception and are unfortunate witnesses to your more… feral moments.

this brings us to now.

shu squints at you from across the living room, purposefully keeping the couch in between you two to work as a barrier of sorts.

“why do you keep biting me.” the way he says it makes it sound less like a question and more like a statement. you blink at him innocently.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you deny. he crosses his arms and your gaze immediately snaps to his biceps (they look particularly delicious in that tight t-shirt of his). shu notices where you look and sighs.

“babe, even luca has mentioned it at this point. you can’t keep doing it in public—i don’t understand why you even do it.”

you stare at him.

“i'm literally obsessed with you.”

the resulting flush is worth the loss of your dignity. shu spins on his heel in an effort to compose himself, but you can clearly see the bright red blush on his cheeks as he struggles to contain his obvious glee. clearing his throat, he turns back to you and schools his expression.

“right. that's kinda cringe, though. why are you being parasocial?” he deadpans. you narrow your eyes at him and he sweats.

“we’re literally dating. you're my boyfriend. if i wanna be obsessed and parasocial with you then i will. in fact—” the way shu’s eyes widen in surprise as you vault over the sofa will remain in your mind for days to come for how hilarious he looked.

“babe, NO—” his voice cracks as you bite into the flesh of his arm. “stop biting me!” he screeches, but with how hard he’s laughing it’s difficult for you to take his request seriously.

releasing him from your mouth, you reach up to pull his face down so you can kiss him. he shuts up real quick with that.

written — 231127

#listen. i. DONT LOOK AT ME #I WROTE THIS IN A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS #heres ur food yaminions. i understand now. #luvxiem.writing #shu.txt #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino fluff #this is me projecting btw #LMFAOOOOOOO #i wanna eat him soooo bad #ALSO if shu feels different from how i usually write him #it's bc this drabble was originally meant for luca LOLLL #i just changed it to shu cuz im kinda obsessed w him rn

[yuwumeniji]

Luxiem & Pickup Lines

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

EXTRA NOTES: i just want them flustered over the cheesiest pick up lines i found on the internet lmao

GENERAL

established relationships (reader x luxiem)

both luxiem and the reader are streamers here - the reader plays along with their respective chats flirts with the boys

the reader is the one telling the boy a pick-up line

i literally got these off of one of those top (insert number here) websites lmao

you can 100% pull bitches this way (trust me)

MORE UNDER THE CUT

⊰᯽⊱┈───── ✧ ─────┈⊰᯽⊱

IKE EVELAND

"Can you touch my hand? I want to tell my friends that I've been touched by an angel"

Ike "rejection" eveland surprisingly gets flustered over your pick-up line

he genuinely does not expect you of all people to also play along with his chat who often spams him with ring emojis

to many, he's like an impregnable wall - quick to hit you back with a blunt quip, but not this time....

he SPUTTERS the second he heard you finish that line (you totally did not read it off of one of those sites on google... not at all)

" i- you- y-y-you??" "WAIT Y/N COULD YOU REPEAT THAT ONE MORE TIME"

he's smiling, he's giggling, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, my crops are growing and my skin is clear

he spends the rest of the stream asking you to tell him another pick-up line whenever there was a chance. he found it enjoyable that you find these funny enough to share with him

LUCA KANESHIRO

"I've lost my teddy bear! Could I sleep with you instead?"

i think the pick-up line went over his head a little bit

like, he went "oh, where'd you put it last?" before someone in his chat tells him that it was a pick up line

then it's just silence

did you completely break the impassable mafia boss? did you manage to fluster him?

but nope, he goes back to his usual POOOOG self

behind the camera, he's as red as a cherry tomato - boy did he not expect a pick-up line like this to come from you!

actually, it was very noticable that the pick-up line flustered him

he was speaking quickly, his gestures were wild and you could even hear how big the smile on his face was

he'll definitely send you a cringey couple tiktok later after stream with a "us lmao <3" after it

MYSTA RIAS

"Are those spacepants? because your ass looks out of this world!"

oh he knows he has a nice ass

he thinks the pick-up line was terrible but hearing it come from you made the whole thing feel romantic (in some way)

but hearing this from you? he's as red as a tomato (i can't think of anything else that's red... skull emoji..)

the pick-up line definitely flustered him to the point where he had to take like a 10 minute break from the game both of you were playing together.

"CHAT. LISTEN TO ME, THEY NEVER SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!"

he's sputtering too and then he goes on a whole tangent about how cringe the pick-up line was

he spends the rest of the stream together talking excitedly - he feels a little energized knowing that you like him enough to tell him such a cringe pick-up line

SHU YAMINO

"Hey, is your name Wi-fi? Because I'm feelin' a connection between you and I"

"THAT IS SO CRINGE" (cue the giggling)

he shouted??? fr???? real????

this is the loudest shu had been on a stream, and not only did it surprise his viewers, but also himself

he couldn't hold back on his laughter because he could tell that you totally searched that up on your phone while he was brb from the stream

you can see the 10 minute giggly shu compilations made from this stream alone now (tskr)

he's actually laughing so hard to the point he's gasping for air - that's when you know you definitely flustered him

he also searches for one because he wants to see you get flustered as well

you guys spend the rest of the stream telling each other cringey pick-up lines to see who could out-cringe the other

VOX AKUMA

"You know what you'd look beautiful in? My arms."

normally, vox is used to flirty comments but hearing you say that out of the blue really shocked him

like you could visibly see his shock - mid sentence he just went "-oop", followed by :0

you could really hear the windows crashing noise the second he heard you utter that line

"Y/N, could you.... could you repeat that one more time"

he's in shambles,he's crying, he even got his little "tskr" comment ready to be added to YOUR chat

he goes back to normal the moment you switch the subject, but you better believe that he starts singing your praises - in how you got better at flirting and how he's wrapped around your finger etc.

he's literally just some funny guy, c'mon

#yuwrote #theyre just funny guys #luxiem x reader #luxiem imagine #nijisanji en luxiem #luxiem drabble #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma

[lucstarz]

— ☆ ̇ ̟ 𝕵𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝕭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 : 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚

𝓢𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛..

June is the month of wedding season and you are about to get married to your one true love.

᭥ ★ Never once had marriage crossed your mind. You were simply always too busy that you never saw yourself settling down. But when he came into your life you knew you could see yourself with him until your very last breath.

“How do you feel right now? Happy? Excited? Scared?” Your mother questioned as you admired your wedding gown. The gorgeous fabric hugged your body in all the right places and the veil that laid prettily on top of your head brought the entire look together.

“I’m not sure what I feel mother, but I know I’m ready. I want to be with him for the rest of my life.”

Your mother could only smile at your response as tears pricked her eyes. Her feelings were understandable to you. You were her only child. As her only child, you were her first and last to get married and she was not ready to let you go. Not just yet.

“Mama..” You cooed at your weeping mother, embracing her into a small hug. “Don’t cry mama.” You giggled slightly as your mother sobbed into your arms. She just wasn’t ready for this day to come.

“When i first held you in my arms, I knew i’d give you the world. Just this once this mama of yours wants to be selfish.”

You could only laugh at your mothers words. She raised you well and overtime you grew to understand her feelings, but this is what you truly wanted. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with your lover.

“I love you so much Mama..”

Your mother gave you another squeeze before backing away from you, admiring her child that was now all grown up and in all white. “I know. And I love you too.”

Quick knocking brought both of your attention towards the door. Giving your mother a quick glance you both nodded before the door opened revealing your father who held his arm out.

“Are you ready my child?” Your father questioned.

With one more quick glance back at your mother you reached out towards your father before linking your arms with him, a determination displayed across your features.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

━ © LUCSTARZ ,, 2023

#!aster.drabbles #itsjunebrideseason #drabbles #x reader #mitsuya reader #ranxreader #monoma reader #gojo x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #shu yamino x reader #mysta rias x reader #ike eveland x reader #nijisanji en #ver vermillion x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #imagine #xreader imagine #reoxreader #isagi x reader #saeitoshi x reader #rinitoshi x reader #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #blue lock x reader #lucstarz 𖤐 #!aster.works! #𖤐

[fernandoswarcrimes]

Midnights (3am Edition)

- *start track*

Lavender Haze - Neymar Jr

Maroon - Pierre Gasly

Anti-Hero - Matthew Tkachuk

Snow On The Beach - Trevor Zegras

You’re On Your Own, Kid - Luca Fantilli

Midnight Rain - Christian Pulisic

Question…? - Mark Estapa

Vigilante Shit - Lewis Hamilton

Bejeweled - Pierre Gasly

Labyrinth - Mason Mount

Karma - Max Verstappen

Sweet Nothing - Jack Grealish

Mastermind - Sebastian Vettel (Redbull Era)

The Great War - Jack Hughes

Paris - Lewis Hamilton

High Infidelity - Ben Chilwell

Glitch - Jamie Drysdale

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve - Tyler Seguin

Dear Reader - Ethan Edwards

Hits Different - Charles Leclerc

You’re Losing Me - Carlos Sainz

- *stop track*

Sleepless nights = a mix of heartbreak, revenge, finding new love & a bit of self discovery.

(Some will be stand alones and some are 2-3 parters to different songs that tell different sides of the story.)

To be tagged click here -> 🌌

Enjoy✨🩵

© 2023 all rights to original content reserved - fernandoswarcrimes Do not modify, plagiarize, or claim my work as your own.

#midnightsseries #imagine #masterlist #series #midnights song drabbles #neymar jr imagine #pierre gasly imagine #matthew tkachuk imagine #trevor zegras imagine #Ethan Edwards imagine #christian pulisic imagine #mark estapa imagine #tom wilson imagine #mason mount imagine #max verstappen imagine #sebastian vettel imagine #jack grealish imagine #lewis hamilton imagine #ben chilwell imagine #jamie drysdale imagine #tyler seguin imagine #luca fantilli imagine #charles leclerc imagine #carlos sainz imagine

[withacapitalp]

Quiet

For the STWG Daily Prompt today! This one is a little roundabout, but I just wanted to write some of the boys being goofy little besties!!!

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“Class, this is Dustin Henderson. He just moved here all the way from Arizona, isn’t that interesting?” Mrs. Wren said, gently nudging the boy further to the front of the room and giving him a soft smile, “Dustin, why don’t you tell us about yourself a little?” 

Dustin looked like he would rather eat raw goat brains, and Mike couldn’t blame him. If Dustin was a kid who looked like Jimmy or Troy, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but Dustin was a chubby short kid with a shock of wild curly hair and two missing front teeth. His shirt was black with a picture of a microscope with the words ‘Enjoy the little things’ underneath it, and he was wearing a wide brim hat with Einstein's theory of relativity stamped on it. 

The new kid was a total nerd, and Mike’s heart went out to him. 

“I moved here from Flagstaff. Um that’s a city in Arizona-” Dustin started to mumble, his eyes firmly on his shoes. 

“Wow. We thought it was in Canada,” Troy interrupted with a mean little laugh. 

A twitter went around the class, which was completely stupid in Mike’s opinion. It wasn’t even a funny joke, just something mean to say, and it made Dustin cringed back like he had been physically hit, his shoulder curling inward as he reached up to tug at the brim of his cap. 

“Shut up, Troy,” Mike said without really thinking. He kind of wished he could take it back when Troy’s entire desk clump turned to him with murder in their eyes, but the tiny grateful look Dustin shot up at him made it worth it. Sort of. 

“Boys,” Mrs. Wren droned, calling them both out even though Mike hadn’t done anything but defend Dustin when she should have. She sighed and shook her head, turning back to their newest student, keeping him on the pyre when she could have just let him go free. 

“What was your favorite part of Flagstaff, Dustin?”

“I really liked going hiking with my dad,” Dustin answered, slightly perking up, “There’s this mountain called Humphrey’s Peak by us, it’s the biggest mountain in Arizona and it’s the start of the San Francisco peaks! There’s these lizards there called Gila Monsters, they’re the only venomous lizards in North America, and-” 

Mike was leaning forward, drawn in by curiosity about the strange creatures, but oddly enough Dustin cut himself off with a sudden jolt, going back to his curled up turtle position from before. Their teacher waited for a second more before sighing again and adjusting the papers on her desk. 

“Well, we don’t have much in the way of lizards here in Hawkins, but hopefully your classmates will help you to explore some of the local wildlife. We’re going to have some silent reading time now students, so take out your books. Dustin do you need me to help you pick one?” She asked, finally cutting him loose. 

“No I’m okay,” Dustin said as he scurried to his seat, immediately opening his backpack and digging in it, conveniently not looking up at any of the boys near him. He pulled out a huge book, burying his face in it effectively cutting off any attempt to catch his eye. 

Maybe he just needed another push. Mike was still pretty curious about those monsters. 

“I’m Mike,” He offered. 

“My name is Lucas,” Lucas added, catching what Mike was thinking immediately and following through like always. 

“I’m Will, it’s nice to meet you,” Will rounded off, holding out his hand for Dustin to shake. 

“Hi,” Dustin said shortly, still nestled tightly into his book. 

Mike’s brow furrowed, and he looked away from Dustin to his friends, seeing if they had a plan. Lucas shrugged, and Will turned his face down to where he was secretly doodling under the book their teacher had assigned him. They were both just giving in that easily, which was just not acceptable. 

Not when the prospect of information on a giant lizard was at their fingertips. 

“What are you reading?” Mike tried again, still not willing to admit defeat. 

“Oh this is Blackmoor. It’s a rule book,” Dustin explained, holding the book so they could see the front cover picture of a huge castle on a tall rock and a smaller picture of a wizard. Will was instantly intrigued by the wizard, leaning into Dustin’s space to point at the title above the castle. 

“What’s Dungeons and Dragons?”

It was like a switch flipped. Dustin’s eyes lit up and he put the book flat on the desk so they could see inside, giving them all an eager little grin as he scooted his chair closer to the desks. 

“It’s this super cool thing where you make up characters and adventures and use dice to decide what happens. My character is a bard who has a flute that can put people to sleep and this badass dagger!” Dustin exclaimed, pulling out a notebook so they could see a rudimentary drawing of a man holding a knife and a flute. Mike was sure Will could’ve done a much better version, but it was still pretty awesome. But Dustin wasn’t done, pulling out a tiny figurine and putting it in the middle of their desks. 

“The game has got all these monsters like a mimic that pretends to be a treasure chest and this one is called the demogorgon-”

And then it was just over. Dustin jolted back, snatching his hand back like it had been caught in a cookie jar and pulling his hat practically over his eyes.  

“I mean, it’s just a game,” Dustin murmured, playing with his fingers and tucking his chin to his chest. 

Damn! Again! Now Mike was getting pissed. 

“Why do you keep doing that?” Mike asked, frustrated that twice he had missed out on something fun. 

“What?” Dustin replied, looking confused. 

“Start talking about something cool and then cut yourself off right in the middle,” Lucas explained, already aware of what was annoying Mike. That was why they were best friends- Lucas just always seemed to know what was bugging him, “It’s weird.” 

Weird was apparently the wrong word to use. All of the joy in the air instantly vanished, and Dustin’s shoulders were at his ears. Mike shot Lucas a tiny glare, the two of them having a silent argument as Dustin gathered up the courage to explain. 

“Oh, um…My dad told me that I should try to be quieter if I wanted to make friends,” Dustin whispered, his cheeks beet red as he stammered out the words, “He um- he said it’s uh rude, you know? To not to let other people talk once in a while?” 

Ouch. 

Mike’s chest instantly seized up, and he looked down at his own desk, his copy of Tuck Everlasting staring back up at him. A quick sneak peek up at Lucas and Will revealed that they were doing the same, Will’s lip caught firmly between his teeth and Lucas’s mouth in a thin straight line. 

It wasn’t exactly the same, but all three of them knew what it was like to be told to be quiet. They knew how hard it could be to have everything you love ridiculed or talked down to. Usually it was Troy or Jimmy or some of the other boys in their class doing it though, not their own parents.  

“Tell us about the demogorgon,” Mike declared, speaking for all three. Judging by the looks he was being given not only by Lucas and Will, but also by Dustin, he had said the exact right thing. 

#stwgdailyprompt #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #Lucas sinclair #will byers #st #stranger things #st drabble #pre season one #I think it would be so fun if Dustin was the one that got them into DND #and also s1 had such good characterization #and I miss it #so I'm bringing it back lmao #the party #the party stranger things

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middle names

“C’mon man, just a taste!” Dustin pleaded, trying to reach around Steve and swipe his finger into the bowl of brownie batter.

Steve hip-checked Dustin out of the way with a roll of his eyes. “Get your grubby little fingers away, dude. You’re going to get salmonella.”

“Worth it!” Dustin crowed, grinning at the realization that they had started drawing a crowd of their friends.

“Steve!” Mike whined petulantly. “You said I could lick the spatula when you were done.”

Huffing, Steve waved the spatula he was holding like a weapon, one hand on his hip. “Well, if you shitheads keep bothering me, I’ll never be done.”

While he was distracted, Dustin leaned forward as quickly as he could and licked a long strip of the brownie batter off of the rubber. Cackling, he bounced away when Steve tried to chase after him.

“Dustin Cla-” Steve started, and Dustin immediately knew what was about to come out of his mouth.

“Wait, wait, wait! Steve, let’s talk about this. You don’t need to full name me.”

With a terrifying smirk, Erica sidled up next to Dustin. “No, no. Let’s hear it. I think I heard a middle name in there…”

“Middle name?” El asked, tilting her head to the side. “What is that?”

“It’s just like an extra name your parents give you that goes in between your first and last name,” Lucas explained gently. “Like yours could be Eleven Jane Hopper!”

Creeping behind everyone, Dustin grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the bowl. Unfortunately, his back was turned, so he didn’t see Steve twisting his hand towel to whip Dustin’s back.

“Dustin Clarence Henderson, you get away from that bowl or so help me!”

The room erupted into laughter as Dustin’s cheeks turned bright red. “Steve! That was private information!

Eddie snorted. “Your middle name is Clarence? Man, did your parents want you to be bullied?”

Affronted, Dustin stammered, “Oh, yeah? Well, uh… Mike’s middle name is Francis!”

“Dude!” Mike groaned. “Nancy’s middle name is Grace.”

“Jonathan’s middle name is Leonard,” Nancy added, trying to hide a tiny smirk.

Jonathan looked around the room. “Will’s middle name is Peter.”

“Um…” Will furrowed his eyebrows. “Lucas’s is Charles?”

“Erica’s is Joy!”

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Erica snarked sassily, “Don’t play that game with me, Lucas. I have more dirt on you than you could ever imagine.” Then she smirked. “And Max’s middle name is Julia.”

“Hang on, hang on…” Max waved her hands with a frown, effectively silencing everyone. Then she smirked. “I think we’re skipping over the fact that Mike’s middle name is Francis! Are you kidding me? That’s almost as bad as Clarence.”

“Shut it, Mayfield.”

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inspired by gaten saying in an interview that he gave dustin the middle name clarence, so i decided to take that and run with it. thank you gaten.

#mira writes #drabble #stranger things #dustin henderson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #max mayfield #erica sinclair #lucas sinclair #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #will byers #eleven stranger things #eleven hopper #jane hopper #el hopper