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mrzombielover · 2 years

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— könig relationship headcanons

rating; sfw and nsfw

warnings: nsfw, virginity, this is just filthy and not really edited and a spew of random disconnected thoughts

a/n; oh my actual god tysm for 1k+ likes on my ghost drabble i did NOT expect any attention so thank you😭

to get in a relationship with this guy you def had to make the first move, he’s too shy to do anything

(i’ll prob make separate headcanons w him pining over you tbh)

but once you ARE in a relationship? man

his severe social anxiety manifests in a way that just makes him really awkward. like🧍

clingiest boyfriend alive, mf like 6’10 250 lbs clinging to your arm when u go in public and asking you to order for him

doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re not there. you leave and he just waits for you to come back.

he just loves you so much, he’s not stupid by all means but you’re the one that thinks for him and he’s happy w that arrangement

likes when you refer to him as big guy or esp YOUR big guy bc yes. he is a big guy. thanks for noticing :)

while he couldn’t be a sniper bc of his size, there are some perks to his height. namely scaring the ever loving fuck out of any guy he may be jealous of

he’s not vocal and much too shy to really do anything but he will stand over your shoulder vaguely threateningly glaring at the guy.

he’s incredibly easy to fluster, part of the reason he likes wearing a mask is because you won’t be able to see how easy it is to make him blush

this is heightened in public places, because of his shy nature any type of pda drives him crazy and he gets wound up very quickly

gently touch his arm or chest when talking to him, put a hand on his shoulder or thigh when laughing, get his attention touching the back of his neck, literally any of the tamest touch will have his face and ears all hot and red.

not just touching him, either, just existing as hot as you are in his presence makes him stiff.

doesn’t talk a lot in general, and i don’t think that changes in bed. he’s a quiet person, so treasure the groans you do get to hear

down so horrendous

everyone knows the quiet guys are the hung ones

and man is he PACKIN

i hope you have a size kink because everything about him is huge, from his stature to his muscles to his cock

i’m thinking upwards of 8 inches, insanely thick and a deep reddish color, tip color #b3505e

due to his anxiety and quiet nature, he has had extremely little experience with relationships and sex. he was bullied in school, and i can’t imagine him having a lot of practice before meeting you

my little meow meow so easily flustered and blushing bright red the whole time

his thoughts are probably “oh my god oh fuck wow holy oh my god oh my god” and he can’t form any real sentences or coherent thoughts

probably busts prematurely and then he’s so embarrassed, would freak out about it until you calm him down and tell him it’s okay

then he’d make it up to you

what he’s lacking in experience he makes up for with eagerness, he’s a fast learner and attentive to detail

gives AMAZING head. once he learns how you like it it’s over for you. has his head buried between your thighs for hours, and his tongue in combination with thick fingers splitting you open will have your legs shaking and you crying

if you ever don’t want to sit on his face for fear of hurting him or hover above instead of putting your weight on him he looks at you like >:((

leans towards the submissive side, will do anything you want him to do and is down to experiment

when it comes to what HE wants tho… he is much too shy to ask to try stuff out it takes a lot of courage u might need to infer some things

enjoys being submissive the majority of the time but there are times when he gets so wound up and desperate he’ll just take you how he wants (lord have mercy…)

in these situations i imagine it’s probably been a bit since you’ve last had the chance to be… intimate. naturally you take it upon yourself to tease him whenever given the chance, trying your hardest to make him blush

he also has an extremely high sex drive, he’s an absolute beast of a man and can go for 2-3 rounds without break. just crazy amounts of stamina and strength. this in combination with you teasing him means you’re really in for it the second you have some alone time

no matter how much you weigh he could pick you up and handle you like a rag doll. he is HUGE and insanely strong as previously mentioned

in conclusion just big and strong and very much loving and protective in his own weird 🧍 way

**these will be elaborated on soon trust i plan on doing nsfw alphabets for the whole task force + my boy

masterlist

#my little meow meow #!my stuff #konig x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #könig #könig x reader

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gejo333 · 11 months

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Too Hot To Handle

Miguel x Spider-Woman Reader

18+ Warning!

Summary: It’s unbelievably hot at Spider HQ. You decided to wear something more breathable, which earned the attention of many Spiders. However, your choice of clothing bothers Miguel in more ways than one.

I just wanted to say thank you to all the likes, comments and reblogs. It means the world to me!! 💕💕💕

Hope you enjoy the one-shot😉

WC: 1.4k

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Nueva York’s torturous summer heat blazed across Spider HQ. It was the hottest day of the year, and every spider knew it.

The fabric of your spider suit clung to your already sweaty and hot skin. Usually, the suit was supposed to be breathable. How would you be able to wear this suit all day? It’s not possible. Not with the air conditioner out of commission.

“Lyla.” You breathed out. Even talking was taking up too much of your energy.

“Yes, y/n?” The small figure appeared, clicking away on her phone.

“What’s going on with the air conditioner? When can you get it fixed?”

“It’s been overworked the past week, so it overheated. I can get it fixed in a couple of hours.” She responded; a groan of frustration left your lips.

The thought of being in your suit for five minutes, alone for the next few hours, felt excruciating. You briefly thought about going to nag Miguel about fixing it himself. But you would have to walk across HQ to his office. You lifted your watch, pressing a few buttons to call the grumpy spider.

“What, Y/n?”

“Wow, I’m surprised you answered.”

“Stop wasting my time. I’m busy. What is it?” The irritation in his voice was clear, which only widened your smile.

“Can you fix the air conditioner?”

“Lyla has it handled.”

“It’s too hot to wait. Aren’t you hot under your suit?” You whined.

“No, my suit is breathable. Now stop whining. Goodbye.” He paused for a moment before speaking.

“Miguel I..” The beeping sound indicated he hung up on you.

“Bastard. Fine, I’ll figure out how to cool myself down.” Pressing a few buttons, an orange portal opened up next to you. Before entering, a hand was placed on your shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Jess asked.

“I’ll be back. I’m just going to change into something more comfortable.”

…

Getting out of your suit, you hopped into the shower. The ice-cold water sizzled against your warm skin. After the shower and drying off, you grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a spaghetti tank crop top. You looked in the mirror. Your shorts barely cover your cheeks, as you can see them sticking out slightly. Oh well, you thought. I look good, so it shouldn’t matter.

Pressing a few buttons on your watch, you go back through the orange portal to HQ.

…

The ice melted on Gwen’s forehead mere seconds after she put it there. She looked over at Hobie and Pavitr, lying on the floor like her to escape the heat wave.

“I can’t take any more of this heat.” Whined Pavitr.

“Same here, mate.” Replied Hobie.

“How much longer?” Gwen asked.

“Still a couple of hours.” The trio looked at the additional voice. All three went wide-eyed when they saw you. But more specifically, your outfit.

“Damn, Y/n, looking pretty good there,” said Hobie.

“Your sweet Hobie.” Your cheeks reddened slightly from his comment.

“Y/n, do you know when Lyla will have it fixed?” Asked Pavitr.

“Sadly not, but I’m going to march into Miguel’s office and demand he fix it.”

Walking towards Miguel’s office, you saw spider people checking you out while some spiders whistled or threw compliments your way. But you just smiled and continued on your way. You entered his office, walking till you went to the platform where the large figure stood, watching the various screens.

“Miguel! It’s too hot! You need to fix the air conditioner.” You shoot up to the platform with your web, landing a few feet behind him.

“Like I said, Lyla will…fix it.” Miguel turned towards you but paused his comment as he looked at your outfit. His gaze scanned your body from your thighs, the way your hips and ass looked in those jeans, and your hourglass figure to your gorgeous e/c eyes. His gaze made your cheeks flush.

“You changed out of your suit.” He slowly walked towards you.

“Yeah, I was too hot in it. So I changed.” You turned away from him, looking at the orange screens, pretending to look for anomalies. His arms snaked around your waist, his breath hot on your neck. Your breath hitch in your throat as you feel his lips brush against your ear.

“Your outfit is too revealing. No one is allowed to see you with barely any clothes on but me.” He whispered in your ear. You turned around, trapped between him and his desk. His fingers hooked around the rings of your jeans, pulling you against him. Your arms snaked around his neck.

“What, you don’t like that other people see my figure? Last time I checked, I don’t belong to you.” A smirk graced your lips as you knew you pulled a trigger. His possessiveness of you. His dark copper-brown eyes narrowed as he turned you around and bent you over his desk. He leaned over, his lips once again near your ear.

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” His crotch was right against your ass. You let out a groan, feeling his clothed boner against you.

“Maybe I do.” You breathed out.

“Good girl.” He pulled down your shorts, along with your panties. You gasp as you feel one of his fingers enter your wet folds. “Already so wet for me. I’ve barely touched you.”

“It’s from t-the h-heat.” You felt a second finger enter you as he began a steady pace. His fangs grazed the skin of your neck before biting down. A moan escaped from your lips as he bit down. He made sure not to inject his venom as he let go, licking up the drop or two of blood flowing down your neck. The constant thrusting of his fingers started to build the knot in your stomach. You slowly moved your hand to your clit as you began to touch yourself. Miguel snatched your wrist and bent it behind your back.

“Trying to touch yourself, mi amor? Not on my watch.”

“Miggy, please.” He let go of your arm, but instead of your hand, he used his to finish you off.

“Cum for me.” You arched your back a few seconds after his words, finally feeling your climax. You felt him remove his fingers as you turned your head to watch as he slowly put them in his mouth, licking them clean. ‘You taste as amazing as always, y/n.”

His suit disappears, showing his full self as you see his cock pop out. You were always dumbfounded by how he could fit everything inside you. Honestly, you could care less because it felt so good when he shoved inside of you.

“Beg for it.” He growled in your ear as the tip of his member poked at your entrance.

“Please, fuck me.”

“As you wish, Princesa.” He slowly thrusts his member until he is fully inside you. A grunt leaves his mouth as you clench around him. “Fuck, you’re always so tight.” He removes his cock completely before slamming it back in as he thrusts into you rigorously.

“Miguel!” You feel him lean over, his chest against your back. The summer heat, combined with the hot sex, was making the build-up even more pleasurable. He placed kisses along your neck, every so often leaving marks with his fangs.

“If you keep clenching around me like that, I won’t be able to last.”

“I’m going to-ughh!” Words were hard to say as he continued to slam into you. For the second time, you reached your climax.

“ I’m going to put a baby in you. Will you let me put a baby in you, mi amor?”

“Yes! Put a baby in me Miggy.” His claws dug deeper into your waist as he spilled deep inside you. He kissed your shoulder as he removed himself from you. You stand up from your position and turn around.

Miguel sits on his chair, sweating in all his naked glory from the heat after slamming his cock deep into you. Thighs meet thighs as you sit on his lap, guiding his half-hardened cock back inside your cum-leaking pussy. The sight of your sweaty body on top of his. The way the sweat on your breasts glistens perfectly in the light brings his cock back to life. A groan fall from your lips as you feel him come back to his full size inside you. You wrap your arms around his neck as you move your hips.

“I think you need to tell me again who I belong to.”

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Chapter Two of “El Destino” will come out tomorrow!💕💕💕

#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel x reader #oneshot #oneshot requests #jessica drew #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #smut #lyla spiderverse

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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Unexpected 37

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You lazily eat the penne, noodle by noodle, from the plate balanced on your stomach. The evening air cools as Suzanne sits close by, her pasta mostly untouched as she sips non-alcoholic wine from a glass.

Lloyd has been elusive since his return, though you've heard some telltale banging. He continues to haunt you like some Poe horror.

"I couldn't do it," Suzanne trills, "I can barely stand more than an hour with the jackass and I get paid to."

"Mmm, yeah, wasn't exactly my first choice, but accidents happen. Actually, you know him, no such thing as an accident, more a lack of accountability."

"Oh, ew," she scrunches her nose, "he didn't strike me as the baby type."

"Me either which is why… well, nevermind."

You spear another noodle and carefully angle it past your lips, trying not to dribble any sauce. It's been a while since you had someone you could just talk to. Dottie is a great support but she's still Lloyd's mother.

"What?" She prompts as she leans her chin in her hand.

"Oh, you know, I'm the mother. Means I'm gonna be doing all the work. And why? Because he thought it would be fun… he gets to have the shiny bright moments and I'll be changing diapers and cleaning up puke."

"Typical," she snarls. "Never likes to get his hands dirty."

She takes another sip of wine and she slowly puts the glass down. Her lips slant as a thought sparks in her eyes. She points at you and clicks her tongue.

"What happened with the mustache?"

"What do you mean?"

"He shaved. Months ago. Was that you?"

You cackle as you recall that. It was rather amusing to witness the shame and panic of his drunken mistake. You rest your fork against the rim of the plate.

"Did it himself. Got blitzed off his face and just, shoop, gone," you make a motion above your lip, "idiot."

“Ha, wow. Damn. I was hoping you had a bit of vengeance on the prick. I mean… you still could. Wait til he falls asleep…” she smirks, “you know once, were were on a flight and I probably could’ve done it.”

“I’m already expecting one baby, I don’t need another,” you scoff. “Here, can you get this?”

You lift the plate and hold it out to her. She’s quick to take it and puts it beside her own. You plant your hands on the sides of the chair and grunt, pushing yourself up with excruciating effort. You manage to sit forward, breathless.

“Jeez, you need help?” She hovers near you.

“Probably,” you struggle to turn your legs over the edge.

“Is it really that miserable?” She asks.

“What? Being with him?”

“I mean, that too, but being pregnant,” she offers her arm.

“Eh, it’s just the cherry on top of an already stacked shit sandwich.”

“I see why he’s with you,” she snorts, “you are both very creative. Disgustingly so.”

You roll your eyes and grab onto her arm. Before you can stand, you hear your name. Not ‘peaches’, not ‘baby face’, not ‘sweet cheeks’, your name. Lloyd stomps out, waggling his finger.

“Suzanne, step away from my wife.”

“Huh?’

Suzanne twists to face Lloyd, “Christ, I’m helping her.”

“No, you’re not,” he storms down, shoulder back, nostrils flaring, “she’s not supposed to be walking around.” He comes up to you and puts his palm up to stop you, “I’ll take care of her.”

“Lloyd, I can make it inside.”

“The doctor said–”

“God, I know what the doctor said,” you hiss.

“So listen. Neither of us wanna end up back in the hospital, now do we?”

You sigh. You and Suzanne share a look. You recognise the dull twinkle in her eye. You’re kindred spirits. Cursed with the nuisance of this man, only she gets to walk away.

“So, Suzanne,” Lloyd plants a hand on your shoulder as he faces his colleague, “you on your way out?”

“Um, I guess, but–”

“That’s great, I don’t need to show you out, do I?”

She smiles dryly and tilts her head, “not at all. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Lloyd sputters.

“Oh yeah, we’re doing lunch, right, babe?” She looks at you expectantly.

Your brows lift and you take a second to register what she’s doing. You nod. “Uh, yep, yeah, that’ll be great.”

“Peaches, you should be relaxing. You’re all tense,” Lloyd squeezes your shoulder, “I can feel it–”

“So that probably means she needs a nice back rub, huh,” Suzanne suggests with a devilish glint in her eye.

Lloyd clucks, “yeah, I guess it does so… leave.”

Suzanne chuckles. She raises her palms and backs away. “Fine, I’ll fuck off. For now.”

Lloyd sneers at her as she slowly turns and she struts off proudly, fishing in her pocket until her car chirps and unlocks. You watch her get in and deflate, just a little. It’s just you and him. Again.

You shrug Lloyd’s hand away and rub your stomach, keeping one hand on the lounger. As Suzanne backs down the driveway, you issue a glum sigh. Without her to distract you, you feel ever pang and pinch in your muscles.

“Alright, where to?” Lloyd faces you.

“Huh?”

“Sofa, bath… bed?” He winks, “I think I could help ease the tension.”

“Just… inside,” you mutter, “please.”

He pauses. You avoid his gaze as you look out across the yard. It’s only then the heavy epiphany settles over you. This place is a prison. It’s the last place you’ll live for the rest of your life. With him and soon his child. You’ll never be without a warden to keep you in line.

“Alright,” he bends and scoops you up, slowly, with effort. You feel horrible as he turns cautiously, steps stunted and stiff.

“Lloyd, you’re going to hurt yourself doing this,” you hook your arm around his shoulders and try to ease the weight.

“I’m fine,” he grunts as he gets to the door.

You reach for the door to open it. He turns and sidles in awkwardly. It’s a tight shuffle but he makes it inside. He carries you back to the living room and sits you on the couch. He stands, cheeks tinged and forehead sweaty.

“Tea?” He offers.

“No,” you recline with a groan, “why are you being nice?”

“I’m your husband.”

“You were yelling at me an hour ago.”

“Because I’m worried.”

“About me or the baby?”

He sniffs and grips his hips, “both.”

“Eh, sure,” you dismiss him flatly, “I just wanna lay her. Alone.”

“Well that’s not going to happen,” Lloyd states.

“Of course,” you grumble.

“I am going to rub your back and you’re going to relax. You need to, peaches, for yourself as much as the kid.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter. “Really, don’t bother–”

He pushes you up, grasping your shoulders as he angles onto the couch behind you. He sits between you and the arm, hooking his leg around you as he settles in. He rolls his thumbs into you, forcing a moan from your lips as you muscles contract in response.

“Feels good?” He asks.

“Erm,” you refuse to indulge him.

“Come on, baby face.”

You’re quiet as you hang your head forward. You’ll enjoy it but you don’t have to admit it. You hug your stomach as he slides his hands down your back, pressing his knuckles into each knot.

“Do you always have to ruin everything?” You ask at last.

“What?”

“Chase away everyone. What am I not allowed to have friends?”

“What–”

“If you don’t want me… like this,” you gesture helplessly, “you have to give me something, anything, that doesn’t make me absolutely miserable.”

He exhales and his hands keep moving. You let your head drift to the side as you laze into his touch.

“You don’t know Suzanne. She’s… well, she’s a lot like me.”

“Funny, cause she said the same about me.”

“Oh, really,” he scoffs.

“Yeah, think you’ve rubbed off on me.”

“Hell yeah I have,” he snickers, “rub off to you and over you, on you…”

“Would you– do you ever just stop?”

He hums and puffs out through his nose, “alright, peaches, you’re right. You can’t be all alone all the time. Just…keep those walls up. You got good instincts.”

“Mmm, yeah, just bad luck.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #dark!lloyd hansen #drabble #au #series #unexpected #the gray man

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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A ‘Big’ Night

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 783

Summary: You and Bucky have a big night of fun.

Author’s Note: Because why wouldn’t we say this if Bucky was our man. THERE IS NO LIE! Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you darling! 🥰

Warnings: mostly fun fluff, some tension with a stupid guy at the bar, Bucky might have to kick some ass, suggestive themes, implied sexy times (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit for the first goes to @buckysbarnes and the second and third to @captaincentenarian thank you so much 💕

“This fucking guy has been staring at you since we got here,” Bucky grumbles.

You shift to turn around and look but Bucky leans forward and wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into him for a kiss.

“Don’t be too obvious doll face,” he murmurs against your lips with a smirk.

“Like that kiss wasn’t obvious,” you snort.

“What do you mean?” Bucky asks, his eyebrows drawn in. “Can’t I kiss my girl?”

You roll your eyes playfully but lean in for another quick peck.

“He’s still looking,” Bucky grits out, his eyes hardening.

“Probably all the kissing,” you tease.

Bucky’s rests his hand on your thigh, his grip tight. “Well, he better find something else to do because I’m about to put my fist through his stupid face.”

You lift your drink to your lips, hoping to stop your laughter before you discreetly turn your head and try to find your stalker.

“Wow,” you mutter when the guy catches your eye and waves with a smile.

You hear the clench of Bucky’s metal fist, the plates of his arm shifting and whirring as he flexes.

“Baby,” you whisper when you turn back to Bucky. “Ignore him.”

“He’s getting up…I swear to fuck if he comes over here….”

Bucky’s voice is a low growl and his jaw is tight with the grind of his teeth. You can’t help the press of your thighs and the drag of your teeth over your bottom lip.

“Doll face,” he warns, his eyes settling back on you.

“What?” you demurely shrug. “Stop being so hot when you’re angry. I like it.”

Bucky doesn’t have time to react because the stranger sits himself next to you on your other side and says hello.

You turn to him, your surprise evident in your expression but you wave.

“How’s your night going beautiful?” the man asks.

“My boyfriend and I are having a great time. Thanks,” you answer, emphasizing the word boyfriend.

You give him a raise of your brows, waiting for him to get the hint.

“Uh huh,” the guy says dismissively. “What do you say you ditch him and come home with me.”

He leans into your space and you lean back, your tone incredulous when you reply with, “Nah. I’m going home with this guy right here. My boyfriend.”

You point over your shoulder at Bucky, the feel of his hard chest pressed against your back with every shallow breath he takes.

“Aw come on sweetheart,” the man croons. “He doesn’t look like any fun.”

You know Bucky is one second away from exploding and probably killing the guy so you don’t think much about the next words that come out of your mouth.

“Oh, he’s tons of fun actually. And you should see his dick. It’s HUGE!”

You separate your hands, holding them several inches apart to show how big, then changing the angle to imply how thick it is.

The stranger blinks several times before he scoffs and shakes his head. Bucky stands, his hand settling on your waist as he pulls you against him.

You give the guy a little twinkly wave of your fingers before taking Bucky’s hand.

“See ya,” you say before Bucky guides you in front of him.

As you’re walking out and not paying attention Bucky steps into the strangers face, his head cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed.

“If I ever see you near my girl again you’ll be sorry. Got it asshole.”

The man nods but there’s still a smile playing upon his lips. Bucky lurches forward, his metal fist inches from the guys face.

“Got it,” Bucky sneers.

This time the guy swallows hard and his smile falters. Bucky moves back and throws him a mocking smile before joining you by the door.

“Happy now?” you ask sweetly as you lean into him.

“No. I should have punched him,” Bucky grunts.

You pat his chest, your touch soothing. “He’s not worth it. And anyway, you’re the one taking me home.”

Bucky’s eyes crinkle at the sides and the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

“Yea. Me and my HUGE dick!”

You both start laughing as Bucky wraps you in his arms and buries his face in your neck, trailing soft kisses along your skin.

“I mean there is no lie,” you state when he pulls away, doing the hand gesture again to show how big.

“Mm,” he hums agreeably, sliding his hand around your waist and into the back pocket of your jeans.

He dips his head, his lips lightly brushing your ear when he whispers, “then let’s get you home so you can go for a ride.”

@book-dragon-13 @dreamlessinparis @hiddles-and-skittles @hiddles-rose @jhangelface0523 @lookiamtrying @nano--raptor @goldylions @loki-laufeyson-1054 @seitmai @goldylions @randomfandompenguin @rebel-stardust @breakablebarnes @getwellsoontana @whippoorwillbarnes @whitewolfey @justile @peaches1958

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky #sebastian stan x reader

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jasmyluv · 1 year

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016. Delicate

wc: 0.7k

“Scara, hi!” You greet the man in front of you.

“Hi, [Name].” He greets you back, putting his phone in his pocket. He looks you up and down, observing your outfit.

“You look nice.” he so casually compliments you. You must say, you could feel your cheeks warm. What a strange occurrence.

“Thank you.” You utter, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Where’d you want to go? You ask him, looking at him with interest, waiting for his response.

“It’s almost sunset, I know a place.” Before you can reply, he takes your hand in his and starts speed-walking on the sidewalk. If others were to see this, they would’ve thought you two were dating, hm.

“Damn, why are you walking so fast?” You ask him, panting. Even if you two were hand-in-hand, you had a hard time catching up with his speed, he’s a bit too swift for his short height.

“To catch the sun set, duh.” His cockiness didn’t seem to change. What a shame.

You both ended up at an abandoned parking lot with many floors, how’d he find this place? If you were being honest, you were frightened by this setting, cobwebs and cockroaches everywhere, ew. There isn’t any trash anywhere, that was a relief.

“Here.” You suddenly hear Scaramouche’s voice. You walk beside him by the edge of the building, you were both staring at the mild orange sky at the top of the car park.

“Wow…” You’re awestruck, it was the first time in a while that you breathed so freely. As if you didn’t have a shit ton of pressure put on you to always be number one, to always be perfect. It’s just you, him, and the fresh air that surrounds you.

“Sit.” Scaramouche interrupts you looking at the sky to invite you to sit down at the edge of the building, your legs dangling.

“How’d you find this place?” You ask quietly, almost like a whisper escaping in to the wind.

“I was out with Childe and Signora. We saw this place while looking for a place to sit down.” He briefly explains. “Ah.” You respond, continuing to look at the view in front of you.

“So… Tell me. How’s you know, your life?” You ask him. Truth be told, in the few weeks he’s been your friend, you haven’t heard much about his life.

“Well, me and Ei still live together, surprisingly. She’s dating Yae, they’ve been hanging out a lot, thank god.” You’re rather surprised he still lives with his mother, you thought he would’ve run away.

“Oh? Auntie’s dating someone? Good for her.” You say, seeing the sun slowly lower as the moon rises.

“So, what about you?” He asks you this time. You sit there thinking about your life. It’s been, more or less, the same since he left.

“Uh, it’s fine, I guess. I have some new friends, my mom’s still pressuring me, it's been driving me crazy. I also have you in my life again.” You didn’t mean to let that last part slip, oops.

“Hm, well. You can’t always wish for everything to go your way, it’s triggering, but you just have to accept it. All you can do is just do it, and hope for the best.” He says, looking at the auburn sky he came with you to see.

“You’re right. But, I can’t accept it. It’s been years since I’ve felt true happiness. Even with my friends, some part of me felt empty. I can’t point it out, nor can I even fill the void.” You sigh, remembering the times you felt this “true happiness”.

“I’m sure you’ll find it soon, [Name]. You’ll never know when you meet the person that will crowd the empty hole.” How is he always right?

“... Thank you, Kuni. I’m glad you’re back in my life. You were the only person I could trust. Everyone seems to suffocate me. But when I’m with you, I can breathe freely with no limitations.” You express. You truly were grateful he’s there again.

“You’re welcome, [Name].” He says, sitting closer to where you were at. You lay your head on his shoulder, admiring the moon’s glow and the many stars that surround it.

It's been years since you've last talked like this. Though he was prideful and cocky, he's still the Kuni that was there for you, through your ups and downs.

That night, you both talk and talk, laughing at every pun and joke you made, thankful that this moment is happening.

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Of All People… - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who've you'd hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

Scaramouche is very observant. Ergo, he will notice every little thing about you. From your change in style to the way you hold your bag.

You're surprised he still lives with Ei because he always used to talk back and disobey her.

Ei is girlie pop!!

Scaramouche is a natural at giving advice that digs deep down your mind, it stays with you for weeks

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The League Of Villains With An S/O Like Shego S/O

Shigaraki Tomura X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Mr Compress X Reader, Spinner X Reader Himiko Toga X Reader (Platonic)

Requested: Anon

Request: Hi I love your stories. They are amazing.😁

I had this thought about you know ‘Shego’ from Kim possible I was thinking what would happen if reader that has a quirk that works like ‘Shego’ and joins the league of villains but the guys are just falling in love with her.

plus toga got frustrated because she doesn’t know why reader only put black lipstick on her upper lip and not her bottom lip is the lipstick barely touches the bottom lip?😂 (like from the show Kim possible how they only put lipstick on their upper lip and not the bottom.)

Shigaraki Tomura

🖐 Tomura was not interested in you at first much like the rest of the league. You were a means to an end, that is until you showed considerable promise. 🖐 Your quirk was unique, it was nothing like what he had seen before and it’s uses were versatile. 🖐 You were one that he kept close, that being said he was still hard to get to know, but he lets you closer than anyone else and eventually you become someone that he really cares about. 🖐 You were his right hand, smart, independent and loyal, easily becoming so much more to him as time crawled on.

Shigaraki worried about you the moment that Kai demanded you were handed over as part of the agreement, even if you weren’t supposed to be alone, Twice and Toga were going with you. He knew that your quirk would keep you safe from most things that you’d come against but that didn’t stop him from worrying over what would happen. “You're sure that you’ll be okay?” He asked. You looked at him and smiled. “I appreciate the worry but they’ll start thinking you have favourites.” You teased and he grunted. “I do.” He admitted as he looked at you over “if anything happens give them a reason to be sorry.” “Oh sure.” You nodded. “Stop worrying so much I’ll be fine.” You winked as you turned to leave.

The weeks that you spent with Kai were tortured for both of you, however during the raid at the Shei Hassaikai hideout, you were separated from Toga and Twice, you easily took out one of the paramedics on the undercover ambulance, you changed clothes stayed there for the rest of fight and lucky for you Kai was put in your ambulance ready to leave, you smirked under the mask and lean down “I hope you’ve made peace with your loss, I’m not sure you’ll have much longer to do so.” You said softly and as you stood up and walked over to the other paramedic in the truck easily snapping her neck and watching her fall to the floor, you rolled your shoulders as you took off the disguise revealing your villain suit. “(Y/N)…” Kai wheezed out and you rolled your eyes. “You really are pathetic.” You rolled your eyes as the truck jolted, you created a protective field as you watch Kai and the mattress that he had been strapped to slide out the back, you climbed out of the back dusting yourself off as your eyes caught on Dabi’s who almost looked impressed. “Do you guys have a plan for him or is he just going to sit like that forever?” You asked. “There’s a plan my dear.” Mr Compress answered as he walked over, taking one of his arms, Shigaraki took the weapons that he had been making as well as his other arm. “Wow that was crueller than anything that I could have thought of.” “Backup is on the way we need to go now.” Spinner yelled from what you assumed to be the getaway vehicle, you smirked as you lifted your hand creating a field. “They won’t be getting far until we’ve gotten away.” You said as you walked towards the truck climbing in the back followed by the others. Shigaraki knows that he doesn’t need to ask you if you're okay or if you're sure that you quirk will hold, instead he climbs in after you as quiet as he always is showing you his trust in silence.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi has never really been one to put stock in the people’s quirks or the way that they chose to use them. 🔥 I do believe that for him to really trust you he would have had to meet you before joining the league of villains, probably before he had established himself a villain even. 🔥 Dabi would trust you and your quirk if you were close enough to be more than friends, you likely don’t say more than a word to each other to relay a plan or attack. 🔥 Your ability allowed you to stand in his flames without getting hurt, you had even protected him from the damage his quirk caused to him.

You bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited for the others to arrive at the camp, swinging your hands back and forth as you looked down at the forest that all the kids were supposed to be in. “Are you really that excited to crush a bunch of teenagers?” Dabi asked, walking up and standing behind you. “I’m excited to see if the heroes are going to get anymore interesting, you know with All Might around it’s gotten a bit boring.” You explained. “Can’t argue with that.” He nodded as he glanced at the group that had gathered already. “Time to get started then.”

Dabi set the fire announcing that you were there, you made your way through the forest looking for the kid that Shigaraki had requested you bring back “is there anyone around here?” Dabi asked. “No, not yet.” You answered. “Mm,” He hummed as he looked around, quickly distracted by Twice who started talking about something, you all decided to head back to the meeting place, hoping that one of you would run into the target at some point, with the mist on one side and the fire on the other you were hoping he’d be pushed into our path at some point, instead you were given the order from Compress as he had the target and it was time to retreat.

Compress falling out of the sky was the only warning of the fight to come, you were quick to move Dabi out of the way “I know these kids! Who are they?” Twice said and you looked at them with a small smile on your face. “Are you guys going to give me something to look forward to?” You asked as you dove forward, knocking away two of them with your quirk and kicking the other off of Compress pulling him up and pushing him in the direction of the others. “Thank you my dear.” He said as he stumbled over to Dabi. “Do you have the target?” Dabi asked. “Of course.” Compress answered sorting through his pockets before realising that he didn’t have the target. “Hey Toga! Grab your boy.” You smirked as you dove towards the kid with the two toned hair, cutting down the ice that he was creating with beams of energy as you pushed him away from his friends. “Shoto, Midoriya we’re retreating!” The kid with the mask on called out holding the marbles you assumed were the result of Compress’ ability. “Good job Shoji!” They all called only to turn and be faced with you. “You should watch the magician more carefully.” You smirked. “No.” The green haired kid turned in time for Compress to explain everything as Kurogiri appeared behind you. You weren’t close enough to stop the beam of energy that his Compress all three of them ran towards Dabi and Compress to catch the now free falling marbles, you only managed to grab the two tones’ ankle Dabi grabbing the marble as he smirked down at the boy. Compress released the quirk to confirm that they had Bakugo before he looked at you. “Head back.” He ordered. “Yes sir.” You saluted before stepping back into the gate and back into the bar. You watched as they secured the prisoner and Dabi finally came over to you where you sat “you good?” “Mmm.” He hummed moving you over to sit down “good job.” “Thanks.” You said softly before pressing a kiss to his cheek and relaxing back to watch as Shigaraki tried to convince Bakugo to join you.

Mr Compress/ Atsuhiro Sato

🔮 Compress probably knew you before the league, maybe you knew each other given the fact that your quirk was quite distracting and he worked best when there was a distraction, you were work partners and then you were more. 🔮 Compress probably doesn’t go anywhere without you, you're far better at fighting than him, he needs you. 🔮 Literally hides behind you when there is a fight, your quirk is offensive and defensive so he trusted that he was safe with you. Don’t worry he returns the favour where he can, patching you up or getting you out of a sticky situation where you could. 🔮 You're more likely to over use your quirk with him and he’d be the one that lets you lean against him or just straight up let you use him as a pillow.

It was after the fight with Re-Destros group and you had done your fair share of fighting before Shigaraki made his way to the tower and Gigantamachi got there, however the amount that you had used your quirk would have left you vulnerable if you hadn’t won the fight, they had all sat down to eat but all you could think about was sleeping as you settled next to Atsuhiro. “Are you okay my dear?” He asked. “Mmhm sleepy.” You explained as you leant against his arm. “Well I have to insist that you eat something first, then you can sleep for as long as you want.” He promised, you gave a groan of protest until a bite of food pressed against your lips. “Here let me help you.” He watched the smile stretch across your face, you opened your mouth accepting the food. “Ew you guys are cute.” Toga spoke from where she was lounging. “You got to find yourself a man that’ll care for you the way he cares for me, that’s my only message for you, anyone less than that, you should definitely make them bleed.” You winked. “Aww You flatter me Dear.” He said continuing to feed you. “You have to eat too.” You frowned, pushing the food towards him, he smiled softly and took the bite that you offered him before offering you another, this went on until he was sure that you had eaten enough. Atsushi settled back on the sofa, you settled next to him resting your head on his chest, he knew that it would be a few hours before you’d be ready to function properly again or use your quirk. “Don’t worry, you can rest here, I’ll wake you when we need you.” He promised but you both know that wasn’t true, he’d try his hardest not to wake you at all in fact he’d probably actively stop people from waking you but you loved him for that and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Spinner/ Shuichi Iguchi

🦎 Spinner definitely knew you before the league and honestly I think that for the most part he keeps you separate from it, either because you don’t play well with others or because he likes something that’s his. 🦎 Always checking in on you, no matter what your plans are. Reminds you rest all the time and knows the signs of overuse with your quirk. 🦎 Easily the most attentive next to Compress, he’s always got your favourite thing on hand if you ever need it, be it food, a favoured weapon, outfit and no one ever knows from where either. 🦎 You guys trust each other to no end and keep each other close, you know that he’d never lead you into a fight that you couldn’t win and he knew that you’d never leave him. You guys didn’t have to see each other everyday but you talked all the time.

The league was running low on hard hitting members and Shigaraki needed firepower “I know someone that could help us.” Shuichi said as he looked at Shigaraki. “You do?” Shigaraki asked. “Mmm.” He hummed. “Who?” Shigaraki asked. “My girlfriend.” He answered. “I didn’t know that you had a girlfriend!” Toga cheered. “Why didn’t you bring her along?” “She doesn’t always play well with others.” Shuichi answered. “You have to stop telling people that I get along well with tons of people, I have permanent contracts all over the villain world.” Your voice sounded from where you had walked into the abandoned warehouse. “You already told her where we were?” Shigaraki asked. “Of course he didn’t, I’m just really good at finding people.” You shrugged. “You don’t look all that big of a power house.” Your eyes shifted to Dabi who was smirking from where he stood, no one saw you move but before they knew it you were in front of Dabi, you punched him in the face as you smirked down at him. “Neither do you.” You leaned over him as Shuichi moved to get you away from the arsonist, he wasn’t fast enough though, Dabi grabbed you around the ankle and blue flames engulfed you, Shuichi sighed as he stopped moving. “That was cosy.” The flames died down to reveal still in the same position completely unscathed. “Tch.” Dabi grunted as he stood from where he had been knocked down. “So how was that entrance interview?” You asked. “You're perfect.” Shigaraki smirked, “you’ll do nicely.” “Aww you flatter me, so who do you want me to kill first?” You asked waiting for your first mission briefing.

Toga Himiko

🩸 You and Toga became friends when you joined the League, you were the only girls there so you connected quickly. 🩸 You guys became best friends by the end of the first mission, with Twice following the both of you around but you loved him as much as you loved her. 🩸 You taught Toga a lot about fighting and used your power to get her from one place to another since her quirk didn’t allow for any modified movement, and when Toga started being able to use other people’s quirks, you gave her some of your blood for whenever she was in a tight spot. 🩸 Toga loves a lot of things about you, your look and colour scheme. The only thing that she didn’t understand was the lipstick or rather the fact that you only put it on your top lip.

“(Y/N)?” Toga asked as she slid into the booth next to you, you glanced at her with a small smile on your face, you knew that she was up to something but you humoured her. “Yes Toga?” You asked taking a sip from your drink. “You know that I love you right?” She asked. “Mmm.” You hummed as you raised an eyebrow. “Why do you do that with your lipstick?” She asked. “Do what? Wear it?” You asked. “You only wear it on your lip! Do you hate me?” She asked. “I don’t hate you.” You answered “I just wear it like this because I know that it aggravates people, do you know how many of those heroes lose their mind over the same thing?” “Woah really?” She asked. “Yup.” You answered. Toga hadn’t thought about that, the possibility that even the choices of your fashion were geared towards annoying as many people as you could. “How do you keep it from going on your bottom lip? You're always rolling your lips.” She frowned and you winked at her. “There are some secrets I have to keep for myself.” You said taking another sip of your drink as you leaned back in your chair. “Now stop asking me questions.” “Aww you're no fun.” Toga whined and you rolled your eyes as you nudged her.

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The Star in the Field Pt.3

Morpheus X Fallen Star! Reader

Chapter Rating: General

Overall Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Slight Angst, minimal descriptions of y/n, reader uses they/them/she/her pronouns.

Chapter Synopsis: “Well maybe he’s jealous of me.” You're so used to teasing Hob that the jab just comes out before you even have time to process your thoughts. Though as soon as the words lay bare before you bite your lip and cringe.

You chance a peek over at your guest and he blinks at you in surprise. Why did you have run your mouth in front of the strange man that was somehow in your dreams?

“An empty threat my friend.” Hob smiles, drawing attention back to himself and leaning back looking rather pleased. “You’d be back here again in a century I’m sure.”

Note: Morpheus calls the Star Astraea which means star-maiden.

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The next thing you know, Hob has rushed over to you and is picking up the bags you had dropped, luckily you managed to keep a grip on the dessert you had bought him.

“Finally met your match with trying to carry everything in one trip ya?” He says jovially but then he shuffles a bit closer, his nonchalant posture changing subtly so only you can see. “Are you alright? Did something happen?” He whispers in concern.

“I…no nothing, I just…” you give a quick glance over his shoulder to the man, he’s still seated, though he’s observing you cautiously, posture pristine.

You realize you’re probably making a scene in front of the few customers in the sitting area and your attention quickly snaps back to Hob. He catches your gaze and looks back over his shoulder realizing who you’re staring at.

“Do you two know each other?” He turns back to you brow furrowed.

“What?” You’re somewhat still dazed.

“Do you two know each other?” He nods to his companion and then cocks his head at you.

“Oh… errr no, no we don’t.” You quickly try to salvage the conversation and not sound like a fool. “No we’ve never met, sorry my mind was just spacing out haha.” Wow that was the most convincing thing to ever come out of your mouth… said no one ever.

Hob gives you a pointed look but you wave him off and then hold out the dessert you got for him.

“Here I got this for you as a thank you for the early paycheck.” You clear your throat and peer around him to face the man. “Sorry if I knew he had company I would have gotten something for you too!” Hoping you can make things less awkward.

“There is no need to apologize, though I appreciate the thought.” His voice is like warm honey, rich and inviting… soothing and a curious feeling of relaxation falls over you despite your apprehension.

Hob takes the dessert and gives you another look as if to double check that you are indeed okay and you give him a small smile with all the reassurance you can muster.

“Sorry, how rude of me.” Hob says, turning to walk back over to the table, a quick nod of his head for you to follow. “I should introduce you two.”

You shuffle after him, your gaze down cast as you eye the man through your lashes who watches you approach with a look you can’t quite place.

Hob places the boxed dessert on the table, pulling up an extra chair beside his own and motioning for you to sit before scooting back into his seat. Gingerly you sit down.

“Y/n this is Morpheus- who so nicely finally told me his name.” He chuckles. “Morpheus this is Y/n.”

You jerkily stick out your hand; the man no Morpheus eyes it curiously for a moment before sliding his palm against yours, his grip is cool and surprisingly soft and you can’t seem to tamp down the crackling energy that zips down your spine as his skin brushes your own.

“A pleasure to meet you Y/n.” He says, you feel your face flush and you hope that your palm is clammy.

“Thank you, it’s wonderful to meet you as well…Morpheus.” You know you’ve heard that name somewhere before but your brain is so scrambled that you can’t put your finger on it. You pause to try and think of where… where you know that name from.

Hob suddenly clears his throat and you look at him startled, his lips quirk and his eyes subtly gaze down, you follow and oh! You're still just holding on to Morpheus’ the brief shake long since done. You release him with a small sound and a quick quiet apology; as you duck your head to avoid further embarrassment you catch a very small smile tugging at his lips; you want to sink under the table and disappear.

“Y/n has been helping me out around the Inn, and as you can see, spoiling me.” Hob eases back into conversation, his fingers drumming on top of the to-go box.

“Have they; how long has that been?” Morpheus asks, his near perfect posture relaxing a bit, looking a bit more at ease.

“Not long, about a month; didn’t really realize I needed all the help I could get until she showed up!” He laughs and opens the box. “Y/n you shouldn’t have” he practically groans at the sight of the decadent slice of cake you had brought back for him.

“I know it’s your favorite.” You say perking up a bit, as he leans over to the table beside you and steals the rolled up cutlery off of it, quickly unwrapping it from the napkin cocoon.

“Like a gift from the heavens.” Hobs says a look of utter satisfaction when he takes the first bite. You roll your eyes, he can be so dramatic.

Morpheus eyes you both with scrutiny.

“The two of you are in relations then?” He asks plainly.

If you weren’t so shocked you would have laughed at the idea, Hob actually chokes on his mouthful of cake.

“No we aren’t.” You reply quickly.

“You can’t just ask people that!” Hob sputters. Finally managing to clear his throat he eyes his companion a smirk growing on his lips. “Why? Would you be jealous if I was?”

“Oh my god Hob shut up!” You whine slumping in your chair.

“I could walk out again; end this conversation .” Morpheus replies, his tone is serious but you catch a small glimmer of playfulness in his eyes.

“Well maybe he’s jealous of me.” You're so used to teasing Hob that the jab just comes out before you even have time to process your thoughts. Though as soon as the words lay bare before you bite your lip and cringe.

You chance a peek over at your guest and he blinks at you in surprise. Why did you have run your mouth in front of the strange man that was somehow in your dreams?

“An empty threat my friend.” Hob smiles, drawing attention back to himself and leaning back looking rather pleased. “You’d be back here again in a century I’m sure.”

You cock your head at that, a century? He notices.

“We’ve been meeting every hundred years since… what 1389?” Hob says thoughtfully, pushing the cake towards Morpheus, urging him to at least try some, Morpheus pushes it to you instead.

“1389? I knew you…” you look around the sitting area at the patrons before lowering your voice. “I knew you weren’t exactly human, but that’s over six hundred years.”

“And what a fascinating six hundred years it’s been.” He smiles.

“I take it you would like to continue our little meetings then.” Morpheus replies, a small pleased smile tugging at his lips.

“Of course! As if you have to ask.” He nods “I wouldn’t even mind if you came around more often.”

Morpheus cocks his head.

“Once a month we have trivia night.” You offer, stealing a quick glance.

“That is… a kind offer, I shall consider it.” He replies after a moment before standing.

“What? leaving already?” It almost looks like Hob is pouting.

“I’m afraid I have some business to attend to…perhaps I will take you up on your invite to meet sooner.” He replies, his attention falling to you and you feel yourself being pulled into his gaze. “It was a pleasure, perhaps we will meet again as well.”

It's a certainty rather than concept; you can feel it in his eyes, the inevitability of it. You nod knowingly, and you feel yourself growing excited at the prospect.

Morpheus bows his head to the two of you before turning; you follow his elegant strides, watching as he leaves the Inn, retreating into the chilly September air of the late afternoon.

“Taking a gander are we?” your head whips back to Hob who is waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Excuse me?” you sputter.

“I caught you staring while he strutted away.” he replies, quite enjoying the reaction he’s getting out of you.

“I was not! He’s just …interesting.” that did not sound as convincing as you wanted it to sound.

“Interesting, suuurrree Y/n.” you’ve had quite enough of him; quickly you grab the to-go box which was previously pushed in front of you and you begin shoveling the rest of the cake in your mouth.

“No! That was a giiiffftt!” Hob cries, grabbing the box back half of the cake slice now gone and you looking pleased with yourself as you slowly chew on your pilfered prize, cheeks covered in chocolate crumbs.

“That’s what you get.” you say after you swallow, smiling at him triumphantly.

“You can be such a gremlin…” he grumbles and tucks in to the rest of the cake. “And you have crumbs all over your face,” he adds.

—

You settle down in your bed, having had your late night tea and biscuits with Hob. The sheets are cool against your skin and you sigh resting your head against the pillow; you wonder if you’ll be seeing Morpheus again tonight. You still really didn’t know who he is or what he is, but the fact that he was in your dream before you even met him…

You roll over onto your side, facing the open window like you do every night; closing your eyes you try to reach out to your sisters.

When you were still in the heavens with them, you could reach across the cosmos with but a thought, but now…like every night since you had landed they were quiet and your calling remained unanswered.

Letting out a deep sigh you try to relax. Tonight you would sleep and if you were lucky you would dream; and perhaps find out more about the strange company that Hob held for over six hundred years.

—-

When you open your eyes again you find yourself in a bed of flowers instead of your own; the sound of trickling water a soft melody and the shining warmth of the sun upon your skin. You slowly sit up, observing the world you awoke in.

It appeared to be a garden, with beauty the likes of which you had never seen before; a few feet from your waking spot was a large intricate fountain who’s water was so clear and silvery you thought it might be starlight. The wind picks up suddenly and you watch as the trees that dot the landscape shiver with jewel-like emerald leaves and the archways of iridescent flowers shed some of their petals in the breeze.

As a Star you had seen some truly beautiful places. You had seen the Silver City in all its glory, The Nebula, the birthplace of all stars, The Asterism Center where stars would congregate and hold court. But this…this place was unlike any other, with a beauty that filled your heart and warmed your soul.

“Hello again.” you startle at the familiar voice; turning to look over your shoulder you see him…Morpheus.

“Morpheus…” you say softly. “You’re here.”

“I am.” slowly he walks over to you until he’s standing before you. “Meeting sooner rather than later it would seem.” he gives you a slight smile and offers you his hand.

You pause only for a moment before taking his hand; he's warmer than before but just as soft as he gently pulls you to your feet. This time you release his hold without the awkwardness of before.

He tilts his head, observing you, he’s so close, closer than he had been at the New Inn, and with no Hob to take the attention away you can’t help but notice how otherworldly he is; but the thing that pulls you in the most is his eyes. They reminded you of home, the place where you were born, the place that you danced before you fell; the endless cosmos of the night sky.

“I am glad to see that you found your way back.” his voice is just above a whisper as he speaks to you.

“Where is here…exactly?” you finally manage to ask.

“The Dreaming, my realm.” he replies.

It all falls into place suddenly and it’s then you realize why his name sounded so familiar; you blink at him owlishly.

“You are an Endless…The King of Dreams.” you say in realization.

“I am, and you are a Star.”

You step back from him, surprised that he somehow knows that…you wonder if she had told him?

“How do you know that?” you glance around, wondering if you had to if you would have to escape.

“You need not be scared Astraea, no harm will come to you here.” He soothes and you feel your body becoming less tense, you give him a small nod. “ It’s hard not to notice a Star entering the Dreaming, your kind are a unique people, even amongst the otherworldly beings.”

“So I’m like a bull in a china shop.” you huff out a little laugh.

“Nothing so crude.” he reassures you.

You turn from him then, looking around the garden again.

“I never thought I’d see this, be here.” you spin to face him again. “I tried for so long, since my creation in The Nebula, but…”

There was a pause that filled the air and you couldn’t help but notice the shift in his posture; he ducks his head, jaw drawing tight.

“I was away from the Dreaming…imprisoned.” he says finally looking up at you, you feel your heart clench at his watery gaze. His soul was hurting and it was nearly too much to bear.

“I’m so sorry.” you say, hoping that your eyes will convey even an ounce of the truth in your words, you couldn’t imagine not being free, being someones prisoner.

“Thank you.” he replies after a moment, before straightening his posture once more. “I have been rebuilding the Dreaming since my return, it has taken some time.”

“Is that why it looked so…sad the first time I dreamed?” you ask hoping to not offend, he nods.

“I had just recovered my tools, I had only started to repair the damage that was done.”

“Well you’re doing an amazing job! This place…It’s amazing, I’ve never seen anything like it!” you smile at him and he gives you a small smile of his own in return.

“Would you care to join me?” he asks suddenly.

“Join you?” you tilt your head.

“So that I might show you what you have missed all these years.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, he wanted to show you the Dreaming personally, you had never heard from any of the other Stars that the King of this realm had given them a personal tour. You know it must be a great honor to have his attention, but you can’t help but think…maybe he wanted your attention as well? No stop that.

“I would like that very much.” you reply hoping that your voice sounds steady despite your growing excitement. A genuine smile tugs at his lips, soft and sweet and you feel your cheeks burn, you like seeing him happy.

“Come with me Astraea, you have much to see.”

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You had thought the gardens were a wonder but the rest of the Dreaming, it was beyond what you could have ever imagined, a beauty so sublime that you believe it will forever be imprinted on your soul.

The grand palace at its center, cut from ivory-like marble is an imposing structure with golden spires that glitter in the sunlight, you think might rival that of the Silver City. Inside it’s halls gleam like the vastness of space, with soaring pillars of ebony that lead to a ceiling that looked as though it was a portal to The Nebula…it almost…it almost felt like home.

“It’s beautiful…” you know your voice sounds watery and frayed as you take everything in; Morpheus looks at you with a frown.

“Why are you sad?” he asks in a soft, soothing voice.

“I- I don’t know…I don’t think I’m sad? It’s hard to explain?” you wish you could describe the feeling to him. A feeling of nostalgia, home sickness but at the same time. warmth and peacefulness. You look up to the twinkling ceiling above you and smile sadly; he follows your gaze.

“It reminds you of home.” he states simply and you nod. “I could change it if you like, if it hurts your heart so-.”

“No!” you are quick to cut him off. “No…I would like to see it…to be reminded.”

His eyes are gentle as he watches you and you feel yourself gravitating towards him, until you are standing before him nearly toe to toe, looking up into his eyes.

“Morpheus…Than-” you are cut off by the sudden fluttering of wings and voice calling out in the vast corridor.

“Hey Boss! Lucienne said that-!” a raven comes flying around the corner with such speed you almost worry he’ll collide with one of the pillars. “Oh! Well hello there.” The raven comes to land on the ground not far from you and hops closer, looking at you curiously.

You catch a brief flash of annoyance in Morpheus’ eyes at the interruption.

“Hello, um.” you blink, you know you shouldn’t be surprised to see a talking raven, being a Star and all but you’ve never had the pleasure of meeting one.

“Oh I’m Matthew, at your service.” he bows his feathered head, and you giggle and bow your head in return.

“I’m Y/n.” you reply, at the mention of your name he perks up and then quickly looks at Morpheus.

“Sir! She’s the Star!” Matthew says excitedly and you look at him in surprise.

“How do you know that too?”

“Yes Matthew I am well aware.” Both you and Morpheus end up talking over each other, startling you new companion.

“Uhhh, well a book appeared in the Library with your name on it and Lucienne told me to come find you.” He looks from you and then to Morpheus. “I thought I would bring you the news but it looks like you’re already ahead of it.” you think you hear him add ‘for once.’ under his breath but you can’t be sure.

“There’s a book with my name on it?” you ask, curiosity piqued by the idea that you have a book.

“Anyone that enters the Dreaming has a journal, a story of their dreams, of their thoughts and ideas.” Morpheus replies.

“Can I see it?” you know it’s about your dreams, which has been a grand total of two but the notion is so fascinating that it wouldn’t matter if your book was two pages long or two thousand.

“Sure!” Matthew chimes in but quickly realizes he’s jumping to conclusions when Morpheus gives him a sour expression. “I mean, if the boss man says it’s okay that is.”

You turn to the Lord of the Dreaming, eager for his verdict.

“Of course you may.” he replies with a small bow of his head. “I’m sure Lucienne would be quite interested to meet you as well.”

With that you are being led further into the opulent palace, your excitement and curiosity building with each step that you take.

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maddipoof · 1 year

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There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

hi hi can u do robin buckley and her asking u to go out with her (which u assume is just as friends) but then she confesses to u on the date and it's just super cute

this is so awkward why cant i phrase things normally

Eeeeeeee thank you, I love you, this has been sitting in my docs for forever but you're finally back so it can finally see the light of day!!!

a/n: ummm to many princess bride references but I love it more than anything soooooo i'll reference it til I die <3 wc:2.4k Also, like, hardly proofread :( but I hope you like it <3 (you're an amazing friend and everyday I'm so grateful for you sara)

“Steve,” Robin rushed behind the counter and kept her back to the edge, a poor attempt to not be recognized. “Steve, Steve, Steve, please, I beg, I can’t do it. You have to help me. When do I ask you for anything?”

“Literally every day.”

“Steve, please, literally I am asking you to help the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and you’re saying no.”

“I still don’t understand why you can’t talk to her.”

“Why can’t I talk to her?!” She looked around frantically trying to find you, making sure you weren’t close enough to hear her panicking. “Jesus Christ! Have you met me?! I’m a disaster. Last time I talked to her, I couldn’t stop!”

“I remember, Keith got all bent out of shape cus you left a line of 3 people.”

“Heh, yeah,” she agreed with a sarcastic laugh. “Also, I was saying so many things even I couldn’t keep up. It was horrible. It was so bad, I—” Steve turned her around by the shoulder and you smiled at her and held up the VHS in your hands. She finished the other half of the rotation and stopped Steve from running off to the back. “You cannot leave me alone, please, I beg of you,” she mouthed.

He twirled his finger around in the air, meaning ‘turn around,’ and pushed the swinging door open with his back, mouthing “Do it”. Leaving Robin to her own devices indefinitely.

“Hi, um, just this.” You put The Princess Bride on the counter. The 5th time you’ve rented it in 6 months (which she definitely knows from the records on your account and definitely not because she’s been keeping a mental note of everything you like. That’d be ridiculous).

“You really like this one.”

Your eyebrows kind of twitched in a way that made her regret so much as breathing wrong around you, but it vanished before she got the chance to grovel for forgiveness. “Yeah, uh, I really like it.”

She doesn’t even need to ask for your phone number anymore. It’s been on constant repeat in her mind since last Saturday and every Saturday before that. “And your phone number?” But she thought it’d be weird, too forward for you to know she knew it by heart.

“You don’t know it by now?” You raised an eyebrow and she gave you a half smile. She typed it in faster than you could watch her fingers to make sure she got it right, and the lack of hesitation did not go unnoticed by you. She really knew it.

“Uh, did you know…while they were filming, Andre the Giant needed an ATV to get around set since it was like, up on a big hill?” She asked while you counted out the change. She didn’t even want exact change. She’d put up with it. She’d make 97 cents for you, even though they’re fresh out of dimes.

“I did know that. Did you know Cary Elwes broke his toe on said ATV?”

“I did not. How’d he manage that?”

“His foot got caught on the petal and I guess it was enough to break his toe.”

“Oh wow.”

“Sorry, it’s uh, a little over.” Your fingers brushed her palm as you handed her the coins.

“Thank you,” she whispered and you felt the chill of her hand, but you wanted nothing more than to warm them in yours and never let go. She never counted change so fast, just to get to give it to you faster; for your fingertips to brush again. “Um, heh–“ she cut herself off for fear of further embarrassment.

“Sorry?”

“What?”

“You were saying something.”

“Yeah, it was dumb. I don’t–“

“It’s not dumb.”

“Yeah?”

“Now I’m curious so you kind of have to tell me now.”

“I suppose I do then. Do you want–” she huffed and started over. “Are you doing anything Thursday night?”

“I’m working til 6, but I’m free after that.”

“Yeah, at the- the arcade.”

“The arcade, yes. But what were you thinking?”

“Hm?”

“You asked if I was busy, was that just out of curiosity or did you want to go out?”

“Go out?”

“Is that a question?”

Robin just then noticed how close both of you were leaning on the counter. “Um, heh,” she cleared her throat with an awkward laugh. “They're having a special showing, at the drive in, just a town over, and uh, I was wondering if you–If you’d wanna go with me?”

“I’d love to, but I don’t have a car, my brother has it that day.”

“I don’t either.”

“My brother usually picks me up, we get off work at the same time so he could just drive me over to yours and we can figure out something else?”

“If you really want to go, we should go. I really want to take you.” You both smiled brighter than the sun at that. But then Robin had to go and have the worst idea of her life. Worse than following a middle schooler into a secret Russian bunker. “Maybe, uh, Steve could drive us?” She definitely saw the way both corners of your mouth dropped, but you were quick to pick them back up.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s uh, that’d be great. Pick me up at 6:15, yeah? Give me a chance to get ready and then we’ll go?” Robin nodded, mortified, dying on the inside, how could she be such an idiot. You spoke while walking backwards towards the door, “Great, you have my number. Give me a call if anything changes.” You never speed walked to the car. You didn’t even have the chance to turn the key in before you were throwing your head back against the rest. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” then you realized you walked out empty handed. No tape in sight. “Goddamn it.” You were not going back in there.

***

“Oooohhh, is somebody ready for their big date?” Cecelia, your coworker, walked into the bathroom where you were checking your eyeliner in the mirror.

“It’s not a date.”

“The drive in with Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington? Sounds like a date to me.”

“He’s just dropping us off.” You so, so, so carefully fixed a flake of mascara without messing up the rest of the look.

“Oh, so you’re going with someone else?” Cecelia leaned her back against the small cabinet diagonal from the 2 stalls. “Tell me everything.”

“You know the girl he works with, Robin?” She cocked her head. “Buckley?” Still nothing. “Dirty blonde, in the marching band, plays the trumpet, took AP Spanish freshman year? It was a whole thing.”

“Oh her. Yes, yes, I know her…You’re going on a date with her?”

“Well, I was kinda hoping yeah, but now she’s having Steve drive us ‘cause neither of us have a car, so now I just don’t know.”

“But you want it to be a date?” She stepped up to you and licked her thumb to fix your lipstick.

“Yeah.”

“Then kick him out. Make him fetch you guys some drinks, some popcorn. Tell him to see how many numbers he can get before the Fire Swamp.”

“They’re like a bonded pair! I can’t just separate them like that.”

“You can and you must.” And then she checked her watch. “Better watch it, Sappho. You’re cuttin it close. All that yearning is gonna make you late.”

“Fuuuuckkk.” You groaned then practically ran out the door.

Right out the door and right into Robin.

“Hi,” you smiled regardless of the disappointment in the lack of romantic undertones. You smiled big, and so did she, like your faces didn’t know how to do anything else when you looked at each other.

“Hi, how– how are you? I didn’t mean to scare you, they told me you’d be back here and I didn’t want to seem like a jerk and wait in the car for you to come out because that’d be– that’d be pretty, really shitty. And… yeah, how are you?” You were surprised she didn’t run out of breath, she hasn’t run herself out like that to you in a while. She hasn’t been nervous around you like that in a while.

“I’m good, better now that you’re here. How are you?”

“Good, really good. It starts at 7 but we should get going now if you want a good spot.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

“Perfect…I, uh, I hope you don’t mind, Steve brought Max and El, the boys had a campaign and they were all bored.”

Everything she says makes this less and less of a date. Whatever, doesn’t matter, you’ll take her in whatever way you can get her.

“No, that's ok. They’re cool.”

“The coolest.” She offered you her arm which you gladly took.

You’d known each other for months, why did it feel like you didn’t know what to do with each other.

“Hey, how’s it goin?” Steve asked when he got out to open the back door for both of you.

“Good, pretty good. I’m excited for tonight.”

“Good. I should warn you, me and the kids–” “We’re not kids.” “ –will probably be taking off early, Max wants to go look at some supernatural museum she found nearby, but we’ll definitely be back to pick you guys up. It’s a pretty short walk.”

“We have to walk there?!” Max asked with enough attitude to rival Mike’s. Steve gave her a look paired with a sharp nod trying to get her into the front seat. Trying his hardest to be a good wingman.

She shook her head and mouthed fine, then El took the middle seat and Max did the same head nod with her to get her to one side. Robin slid in first to take the middle and you got the seat next to her.

It was a fun ride, Steve and the girls were at their funniest, doing their best to paint Robin in only the most complimenting light. You got the perfect spot. Not too close to the front or back, the perfect distance to see the whole screen but not have it in your face and the concession stand was far enough that it was a walk but there’d be none of it’s traffic buzzing around you.

Somehow, Robin convinced you to stay behind and fix the radio to the right frequency while Steve took her to get a pep talk drinks and popcorn before he left.

“You’re gonna be fine. You were great in the car.”

“Steve, no, listen to me, I cannot do this alone. You cannot leave me.”

“Robin, listen to me. Ok? The whole time in the car she was smiling, she’s having a great time. She really likes you. You feel that electricity?”

“What?”

“The electricity? Between you guys, it’s like off the charts. You got this, man. You’re fine.” He put a hand on her shoulder and El handed her the massive popcorn from one side and Max gave her the extra large slushy with two straws from the other. Then they both gave her big smiles and two thumbs up.

“You got this,” El said and Max gave her another pat on the shoulder and off she went.

You had just got the radio right when you saw her coming down the row of cars. Clearly, her hands were overfull so just as she came up to the car you opened the door and oh fuck.

In a flash of blue, slushie was all over. All over Robin, that is. “Oh thank god none of it got in the car.” She gasped, though her lips were on their way to turning just as blue.

“Robin, no, what about you?!” The urgency was enough to pull you over the center console rather than out the door and around the front to brush off the few pieces that clumped together. “Are you ok?! I don’t care about the car. I’m so sorry, my depth perception has been so messed up from staring at the computer all day, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was– I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” she mumbled.

“Come on, let’s go change.” You started pulling her in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Into what, I’m soaked.”

“Yeah and if you don’t get into something dry; like my sweatshirt that I promise you I don’t need before you try and tell me I’ll be cold; you’ll freeze.”

“I really don’t– You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do. Come on.”

You took her into the family one, the big clean one right in the center of all the rest. “Here.” You pulled off the big, fluffy, crew neck and she thought she’d drop dead when she caught sight of the way your shirt rose up the slightest bit. You held it out to her and it took her a second to remember that she wasn’t dreaming.

“Thank you,” and leave it to Robin Buckley to say the dumbest joke at the worst moment. Just as she was about to pull her soaked shirt over her head, “Wow, and here I was thinking we’d get to at least a third date before you got me in such a compromising position.” She said with an unforced laugh at the end with her head still deep inside her sweatshirt so she didn’t see the feature film that was your face trying to figure out what she meant.

“This is a date?”

Really catching her off guard while she’s pulling a soaked bra, now probably stained blue, out of the sleeve.

“Uh, did you– I just– I thought–” She tried to go for the door but you caught her eye.

“I want it to be.”

“You do?”

“I’ve been tearing myself up all week ‘cause I wasn’t sure. But I really wanted it to be. So,, is it?”

She nodded fervently, “Yes, yeah, absolutely.”

“Good, so uh, do you maybe wanna go get some hot chocolates instead and we can take that blanket Steve was trying to be sneaky about and cuddle in the back seat?”

“As you wish.”

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kinz-aeh · 2 years

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Summer 85 - Eddie Munson (2)

Part 2 (2/?)

Part 1

Summary: After a long day at work, you meet your crush in the parking lot. Little did you know, Eddie Munson is a real gentlemen.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warning: Swearing. I think thats all. It’s pretty much fluff.

Author’s note: WOW, (I’m still scared !) I absolutely don’t know what happened. I just posted the first part more for myself and for fun. Next thing I know, a LOT of people are looking forward for the next part ! Thank you so much ! I don’t think this part is as good as the first one, and I’m not sure if it makes sens. But I kinda want it to be this way. And I’m still pretty happy about it! I do hope you enjoy it ! (sorry if I repeat words a lot TvT) **Also, I mention a few songs and music artists in this one, please let me know if you would like a spotify playlist including the songs and artists in question ! I suggest very much to go look at the artists if you don’t know about them cuz they are all great !**

I was asked to tag people but really idk how tumblr works much for now so I’m sorry TvT

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It was night, you just closed the parlor and went your way. Robin and Steve were following you a few feet behind, just to make sure it’s not a creepy guy who would harasse you in the parking lot. But Eddie Munson was standing there, at the parking lot, his back against his van. He seemed to be looking around, nervous. His hair, that was earlier tied into a low bun, was now untied and falling over his shoulders. He was smoking a cigarette. You really thought he was hot, there, in the dark of the parking lot, the street lamp light coming down on him.

You stopped yourself a bit far from him, out of his sight. You turned to look behind you, and both of your coworkers were hiding behind a car, looking at you. You were tired and still had your uniform on. You felt ashamed to approach him wearing… This kinda crap. But Steve was giving you the thumbs up to go on and meet him.

‘’Oh hey Y/N!’’ Eddie Munson called you, throwing his cigarette to the concrete floor and stepping on it. You looked at him, he had his huge smile on and yet again felt your cheeks flush with heat. You approached slowly, looking away from him, scared to look into his eyes. ‘’Hey’’ you simply said, not really knowing what to say.

‘’So…’’ He laughed a little approaching you, putting his hands on his hips. ‘’You did came ! That’s great !’’

‘’Yeah.’’ You really didn’t know what to say and you were scared to talk and show off your emotions. So you just, stood there, looking at the concrete and the awkward silence taking in the space between you two.

Eddie approached you a bit more and leaned in front of you, so your eyes could meet. He smiled at you. ‘’Why so shy ?’’ He asked.

‘’What ?’’ You said, trying to look away again, but every time your eyes were looking at something different, Eddie was jumping into your view, with his big smile. For some reason, that made you laugh. So your last option was to hide your face. ‘’No ! Don’t hide ! Did you know your eyes are beautiful ? No joke.’’ He said taking your hands in his and getting them away from your face. He was now holding your hands. His hands weren’t very soft, they were a bit rough at the touch. Probably because he played a lot of guitar, or did hard work, or something like that. Holding his hands felt like a lightning bolt rushing through your veins, it made you hold your breath. You decided to look right into his eyes.

‘’I wish I’d have something else to wear.’’ Was the first thing you said, but then quickly added. ‘’I mean, I worked all day, it smells like ice cream and I’m kinda feeling shitty right now because of the smell, it stinks ice cream. And you know working for hours with ice cream, you just wanna get changed and all, I mean… Huh.’’ You were talking so fast. You were nervous and it showed. ‘’Sorry’’ you added in a sigh as you decided to part your hands from his.

‘’It’s ok. I get it I guess. Well not really but anyways. Maybe you should go home.’’ He said, playing with his hair. For a second you just stood there in silence, nodding your head.

‘’I guess so. Then hum…’’ You paused, didn’t know what to do. ‘’Then, see you next time.’’ You turned, ready to leave.

But Eddie looked at you surprised. He took your hand again, so you could stay. ‘’Where are you going ? I could give you a ride home maybe ? Well… It’s up to you of course but, isn’t it a bit scary to walk all the way home alone in the dark? My old man never really thought me how to be a gentlemen, but I know how to be polite at least.’’

You felt your knees weak. Eddie ‘’The Freak’’ Munson wanted to give you a ride home. You took a second to actually think about it. Of course you wanted to say yes, but staying next to him for a few minutes would leave you unable to speak, or breath, probably. But, it was now or never. You took your courage in your hands and smiled at him.

‘’Yes, sure… Hum… Thank you.’’ You said as he let go of your hand. He smiled and nodded, turning and going to his van to open you the passenger seat’s door. Politely, like a gentlemen, he bowed and showed you the seat. Before jumping in, you looked in Robin and Steve’s direction, they were all smiling and giving you too many thumbs up. So you did enter the van.

Eddie closed the car’s door behind you and you attached your seat belt. He then went to his driver’s seat and started the engine. Loud music started to pour out the car’s radio. A bit too loud, the second after he started the car, Eddie turned the volume down for you. Jesus. It smelled so much like him. It smelled a bit of weed too, but you didn’t mind. As he drove away from Starcourt Mall, he then asked you were you lived and the trajectory. You responded as your curiosity piked when you saw some music tapes thrown a bit everywhere in the car. One was on the floor at your feet, so you took it and looked at the title.

‘’Holy Diver… Dio’’ You murmured, more to yourself. You guessed it was heavy metal, it would be more surprising to find a cassette of Madonna around here, really.

‘’Oh, it’s metal, you probably don’t know much about it.’’ Tried to guess Eddie, turning his eyes to you for a sec. You smiled a little. ‘’Well, it depends. I don’t know every metal groups of all times. I do know a couple, probably the more obvious ones, like Metallica or Black Sabbath. I like it but I wouldn’t listen to it every day.’’ You said, more comfortable as music always was a subject you loved talking about.

‘’Really huh ! Oh right ! You told me you wanted to be a radio host once.’’ He said, his eyes on the road, snapping his fingers as he remembered. You stopped to breath for a second. He remembered what you said to him ? Instead of responding to him, you just tried to concentrate on the cassette in your hands. But your thoughts were going back and fort in your mind so fast, it made you whisper.

‘’You remembered.’’

‘’I did.’’ He said, in the same tone, but a bit louder than you. You looked at him, he was biting his lower lip, eyes still on the road, drumming his fingers nervously on the steering wheel. ‘’I also remember you humming Edge of Seventeen when you tried to focus on the work.’’ He added in a chuckle, looking at you for a brief moment. He stopped at a house, looking at the number. The lights were out and no car was parked at the front. This meant your parents were out. ‘’And I think we’re here ! It’s your house right ?’’

You were a bit surprised, you didn’t really remember humming one of your favorite songs during that homework session with Eddie. But you knew he wasn’t wrong. Humming a song during work was a habit. You only forced yourself not to hum when you were at the library or during an exam. But humming always helped you focus on work.

‘’Wait what ?’’ You asked turning yourself to Eddie, smiling a little. ‘’How did you know it was Edge of Seventeen ?’’

He snorts at you for a second and responded ‘’Common baby, I know I love Metal, but I’m not that uncultured.’’

‘’Baby ?’’ You asked looking right into his eyes, surprised. Now, it was his turn to be shy, and it was your turn to smile. His face became a bit red and he shook his head, like he betrayed himself and couldn’t believe it.

‘’Yeah ! I never said that. You never herd me. It was… The wind!’’ That made you laugh out loud. Eddie was looking at you, smiling, admiring you and your beautiful smile. He also looked at your hands realizing you were still holding onto that Dio cassette. ‘’You know, you can keep it.’’

You stopped laughing and looked at the cassette. It was obvious he was talking about it. ‘’Keep it? I don’t think so, I might borrow it.’’

‘’I still could buy myself a new one, you know.’’

‘’But borrowing it gives me a reason to come and see you again.’’ You said, with your shy smile growing a little. You couldn’t believe what you just said. It really came out of your mouth. Eddie opened his mouth in a big ‘’O’’ shape and chuckled. He seemed surprised. It was unusual from you to say things like this. It amused him.

‘’Flirting are we !’’ He said, teasing. Then he nodded. ‘’Okay, then, you can borrow it. But know that I have many many records and tapes you can borrow, whenever. Just let me know.’’ There it is, he tilted his head on the side and looked at you with some sort of puppy eyes. That was just adorable.

‘’Actually, I have an idea.’’ You said, looking at the tape of Dio. ‘’Why not, I borrow from you…’’ Your look went back up to Eddie’s. ‘’And you borrow one of my tapes. I have a shit load of music tapes at home. Just come inside and choose one!’’

Eddie looked at you in silence, mouth opened, his tongue a little bit out. He scratched his chin with his finger and seemed to think. ‘’Well, I’m not sure your parents will be happy to see a ‘’Freak’’ with their sweet little angle child in their home.’’

‘’Eddie, they’re clearly not here. And you’re not a freak.’’ You said. He still took a moment to think. ‘’And that’s huh… An invitation I imagine ?’’ You nodded, your heart beating so fast. You couldn’t believe it, all your fears going away, getting better at this, smiling, taking over the conversation, things you usually didn’t do. You were still as shy but, you managed to talk to Eddie and, even flirt with him. For some reason, Eddie made you feel comfortable. ‘’Well, I guess I could choose one or two.’’ He finally agreed.

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‘’You can look around for a tape, I’m just gonna get changed.’’ You said as you opened your bedroom door, letting Eddie enter after you. Your heart was racing you almost thought you were about to have a cardiac arrest. Eddie was in your room. In your room. In. Your. Room. For a minute you couldn’t think of what to do.

You forgot to clean your bedroom earlier in the day. There were clothes hanging around, a bit everywhere, but not much honestly. Your bed was messy too. You were suddenly very aware of the bra that was on your bedside table. You just came to your bed very fast to hide it in your laundry basket. But Eddie was looking around and didn’t see you in action. You had a bookshelf corner, filled with music tapes instead of books. On the floor, there were the books that were supposed to go on your bookshelves. You had a desk filled with paper and pens and, of course your walkman laying there was ready for you to come back and listen to another tape. You went for your dresser and picked up some clean clothes to change into. When you turned, Eddie was looking at your music tapes. ‘’Be right back. You can stay here.’’ You said as you left your bedroom so fast in direction of your bathroom. Once in the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to slowly breath so you don’t panic over the fact that Eddie ‘’SEXY’’ Munson was in your bedroom. You changed yourself in some comfortable pajamas and went back into your bedroom. You started to clean up a little, shy about him seeing all your clothes and some junk thrown a bit everywhere in your room.

‘’You don’t have to clean up, yah know. My trailer is way worse than your bedroom.’’ He said in a small laugh, looking at a tape he took in his hands. ‘’You do have an insane amount of tapes.’’

‘’What can I say, music is my passion.’’ You said, putting your clothes in your laundry basket. He turned to you for a second, with a shy smile on.

‘’Then, maybe you could offer me some advise.’’ He said, putting back your Stevie Nicks tape at its right place. You saw his hand fall into his back pockets. You just looked at him for a moment, the same way as you did earlier at Scoops Ahoy. He was standing there, looking at your bookshelf and waiting on your advise. Beautiful in the dim light of your bedroom. You woke a little from your daydream and went to the bookshelf and searched for a tape.

‘’I guess you don’t like pop music.’’

‘’Not my music of choice indeed. I don’t like it when it’s too catchy.’’

So you looked at the more rock/punk and blues genres you had in your collection. You had albums from the 60s, 70s and early 80s.

‘’Mhh.. Maybe The Gun Club or The Fans. Or even The Clash maybe. It’s difficult to find something you might like and still not know. You seem to already listen to rock music a lot.’’ You heard a cute snort and continued to look around.

‘’Actually not that much. Well, pop rock especially. Maybe from time to time I hear songs on the radio, but I listen to a lot of metal music and really hard rock songs, so… Yeah. Don’t know much more about all the different rock genres.’’

‘’Have you listened to Queen before ?’’ You asked, taking the tape A Night At The Opera from Queen. ‘’I mean, yeah of course. I know more of their really early songs that shaped trash metal music, up until Stone Cold Crazy, but I never really looked more into this group…’’ He shrugged, tilting his head on one side and crossing his arms over his chest. His look fell at his shoes. ‘’So you never heard Bohemian Rhapsody, the most rock ’n’ roll song of all time.’’

‘’Bohow what ?’’ He said, his head back up looking at you. That made you laugh so hard. You shook your head and went to your stereo. You couldn’t believe it. Eddie Munson was listening to so much metal music that he was missing out the other good stuff ?

‘’So you’re telling me that you know Stevie Nicks… But missed out on Queen ? I can’t believe you don’t even know Bohemian Rhapsody! You never heard of it? It’s the most known rock song of all time ! And you told me you were cultured!’’ He shook his head as you continued to add more comments about your favorite song, and the fact that he didn’t know about it.

‘’I told you pop rock is just not made for me. I barely know Queen.’’ He said in a snort.

You put the tape in your stereo and started to skip the first songs of the album until Bohemian Rhapsody started to play. The first words started to pour out of your stereo, forming a beautiful melody that you knew too much, and still loved till this day:

Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy ?

Caught in a landslide…

’’This song, mister metalhead, is the best song of all time, it is not just pop rock, it’s hard rock, alternative, whatever the fuck you want it to be, even opera, and more different styles too! All at the same time ! It shaped the next years of rock and I believe a part of metal too.’’

That took him off guard. He just listened to the song, looking right at you, smiling a little and nodding his head. Aside Edge of Seventeen, Bohemian Rhapsody was your favorite song. Freddie Mercury’s voice rang into your ears, and you started to move your lips at the same time. Smiling and whispering the words, so Eddie could hear the song instead of hearing you scream out the lyrics out of your lungs. You really forced yourself not to scream the words.

He found his way to your desk’s chair and sat, just the time to listen to it. He seemed focused. And you found your way to your bed. Heads in the clouds, daydreaming yet again. You remembered watching the music video on your tv, just once, and it opened you a door to so many different songs and music genres. You always dreamed to meet the band, you had so many questions in mind, so many things to say to Queen. It’s because of Bohemian Rhapsody that you started listening to other artists, to rock and metal and grunge and punk.

‘’Shit, it’s like listening 4 different songs.’’ He said, his eyes still on the stereo and head banging a little as the hard rock part came in.

You finally started to sing out loud, your favorite part coming on. ‘’So you think you could stone me and spit in my eye ! So you think you can love me and leave me to die?! Ooooh bab…’’

But then, right before you could continue, you heard the front door of your house open, steps coming in. ‘’Y/N ! We’re home ! Oh honey she’s again blasting the house down with her darn music. Y/N ? Y/N ! Low the volume down !’’ You heard your mom call.

You jumped out of your bed, surprised. You went straight to your stereo and stopped the music. ‘’Shit.’’ You let out in a whisper as you took the tape out with shaky hands. Eddie stood up and looked at you, trying to figure out what to do as your parents came home. ‘’Huh’’ You put the in its box and approached Eddie to give it to him. ‘’The window !’’

‘’Wait you’re throwing me out the window ?’’ He whispered, surprised as you pushed him toward your bedroom window. Your bedroom was on the first floor so it wasn’t dangerous for him to jump out and go safely to his van. ‘’No choice, if my parents see you…’’ ‘’I told you that !’’ He whispered anxiously as you opened your window. He jumped out, but before going, he turned to you. His two hands were gripping yours. ‘’I didn’t say that in an angry way. Don’t feel bad about the shit I say sometimes. Please’’ You snort and look right at him.

‘’I’m still working tomorrow. Maybe you could come by...’’

He leaned in and softly kissed your lips. You didn’t respond, because you didn’t know what to do. You did have your first kiss before this one, but right now, you just couldn’t believe he was kissing you right there, out of the blue. He took a step back and put his hand on his mouth. ‘’Sorry! I hope it wasn’t your first or something I huh… I just… It’s just…’’ His voice was shaking a bit and you could feel his nervousness. He seemed very different than earlier at the ice cream parlor.

‘’Y/N ? Are you in there ? Can I come in ?’’ Your mom said while opening the door. ‘’Mom I’m changing !’’ You screamed so loud, Eddie was trying his best not to laugh. At least, your mom didn’t enter and closed the door shut.

‘’Oop ! Sorry darling. Take your time !’’

‘’I liked it.’’ You whispered, biting your lips, your heart beating so fast, and now it was your turn. You leaned and left a soft peck on the tip of his lips. ‘’But now go before my dad throws a shoe at you !’’ You whispered in a laugh, your heart beating so hard you swore Eddie could hear it too. Eddie didn’t say bye, he just smiled, putting a hand in his hair and walking backwards while looking at you. He practically fell on his way to his van, because he was too dumbstruck by you, and wasn’t looking where his feet were landing.

Once Eddie was gone, you turned to your door, a huge smile on.

‘’I’m done changing !’’

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fluff #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfic

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Hi Franky! How are you? How is your day going? I am sending many chill and comforting vibes your way. So umm I wanted to ask if you are comfortable writing for a muslim reader? To clarify a muslim is someone who practices Islam? And a muslim reader who wears a hijab (headscarf)? Also rant incoming sorry. Because there are no, if any at all, fics or content for muslim specific readers and yes I know it’s very specific and I can get as to why nobody writes for that category but it’s one of those things where when I do find content like that I’m like “OH MY GOD CONTENT RELATED TO ME SPECIFICALLY ARE YOU SERIOUS YESSSSSS” like anyone else would react with chubby reader or short ready or adhd reader etc you know? It’s just something special to me whenever I find fics that I specifically myself can relate to you know? I mean this isn’t uncommon but like idk it’s different because it’s so underrepresented. Anyways, sorry for that ramble you can ignore this if you want. I hope you have a good day!! *sends many virtual hugs*

So, I've asked many people for help on this, some wonderful people reached out on both anon and DMs and I have ran this piece by them for the check and it passed. HUGE thank you to the following amazing and helpful people who checked for me, imparted information about the culture and basically held my hand through this.

@hi-mimosa @jin-supremacy01 and @mikuisasmash

Disclaimer: I am a white little dude, but I tried my best for this piece, I did some reading, talked to people above and I mean full respect and hope you can enjoy this piece. I also have been told this doesn't fit strict rules of dating.

I picked three characters but I would be willing to do more in the future.

Someone even sent me tag suggestions and I hope they are all good. I hope I didn't offend anyone and anon I hope this was the sort of thing you wanted and were hoping for.

Ace

It might take him a minute to understand certain traditions and rules but he listens and asks questions.

He knows to keep things simple, not to go too fast, offers you his hand, and doesn’t make a move until you take it.

He bought you a bright orange hijab, it matched his hat and he was very excited to give it to you.

His smile is bright as you look the hijab over and feel warmth, he wanted to match and that was so sweet to you.

He gets up, letting you have privacy to change, he leans down and kisses your forehead.

You look at yourself in the mirror as you gently collect up all your hair, putting it away in the gifted hijab, and smile wide when you admire it in the reflection.

The fabric is soft and feels nice on your skin, it also smells like him, like cinnamon and firewood.

Something to always remind you of him when he’s away.

He comes back, a knock on the door which you tell him he can open.

“Wow, it looks really nice on you, it compliments your eyes.” Ace says with a hum and sits down next to you.

He offers you his upturned palm and you place your hand in his.

“Thank you, Ace.”

Marco and Sabo undercut!

Marco

He’s watching you sit there reading, a look of concentration on your face as you look over words, absorbing the story.

You huff when a strand of hair slips out from your hijab.

It was always the same rebellious lock that always insisted on peeking out.

You heard Marco chuckle and glanced up, seeing him open his drawer, grab something and walk over.

“I almost forgot I got this on my list trip for you.” He said with a hum and knelt down, he unwrapped a beautiful blue and gold pin.

You took a breath as he carefully tucked your hair back, using the ornate pin to slide your hijab into place.

He sat back on his haunches and admired how you looked.

Marco places a finger under your chin, carefully, admiring your eyes and how your lips curled into a smile.

Touched by such a gentle gesture you mumbled a shy thank you as he moved away, a hand resting on your shoulder, a firm squeeze of affection.

Sabo

He knows there are a lot of rules you have to follow and he never makes it hard for you, he does his best to understand and be a good partner.

And you love him for it.

He always offers you his arm, and you are often happy to take it. You rather hold hands when it’s just you and him.

You walk along with him, across the shore and the wind picks up, there's a nasty gust that pulls at your hijab and he quickly blocks the wind as best as he can.

Despite how panicked the situation is, how the rush of wind takes you both by surprise.

He’s so gentle with how he grasps the fabric, helping you keep it secured.

Sabo makes sure your modesty isn't compromised as you adjust and let out a sigh.

“Thank you,” you say with a sigh and he smiles at you.

“Anytime,”

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gamequeenanya · 2 years

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Phone Guy x Bimbo!Reader - Bad Call

Summary: A telemarketer tries to rob reader of their money. Scott proves why that's NOT a good idea! Then reader decides to get Scott a gift as thanks! (Warning for humiliation due to a STANKY moment. (not spoiling it!))

...

The sun shone over your face as you relax in the sun, wearing your favourite summer outfit; a pink straw sun hat with a short white sunflower print dress. Next to you, Scott relaxed, wearing a blue bucket hat, hawaiian shirt, green cargo shorts, and sandals.

There was a glass of raspberry lemonade on a table between you and Scott. It was the perfect day with your boyfriend.

Just then, the phone rang. There was a grey rotary phone on the table as well. You picked it up and answered it.

"Hello-hello?" you said, mimicking Scott's iconic greeting.

You heard a bunch of strange computer noises in the background. Then a friendly sounding man greeted you. Apparently there was a package for you waiting at their place. You inquire more about it and find out you'd just won a bunch of money!

Holding your hand over the receiver, you tell Scott the good news!

"You have?!" Scott said, jumping up. "That's great, how much?"

"2 million!"

"Wow!"

Staying on the line, you frown after a minute.

"Wait. He says I have to pay a fee?" You say to Scott. "I don't understand. I thought I was the one getting money!"

Scott froze and looked serious.

"(Y/N), give me the phone. I'll handle this."

You shrug and give it to him. Scott was good with telephones so you had faith in him.

Now speaking to the man, Scott looks a little different. He asks the man to deduct the fee from the prize when sending it. There's a pause.

"That isn't how it works, huh? Funny, cause that's how every legitimate lottery works! That's even how the county fair works! Get out of here, scammer!" He hangs up the phone, sounding agitated. The phone makes a satisfying click.

You blink, looking up at him. "What happened?"

He pats your shoulder. "There was no money. It was a rotten dirty ol' weasel trying to steal yours."

"Oh," you say, feeling funny inside. Finally, you hug him. "Thanks."

"Heh. Any time!" He pats your back, feeling appreciated.

You decide to get back to relaxing with Scott. It feels nice having a sweet, caring boyfriend who protects you. Perhaps you can buy Scott a gift as thanks? Remembering he loved the Foxy animatronic, you get an idea.

"I know! I'll buy him a pet fox! How much do they cost...?" Looking it up, you gasp. It was over $5 000.00! "That's way too much money!!"

Then again, you realize you can get him a fox for free if you catch one yourself!

...

Finishing the wooden box trap, you step away proudly. There's bait - some raw meat - and a door that closes after the fox goes for the meat. Nothing that will hurt the fox or anything. The box is not see-through, though. So you'd just have to hope the fox would be cute enough for him.

You wait for a couple of hours and fall asleep. Then you hear shuffling and a click. Yes, it worked!

Grabbing the box, you run to show Scott! There seemed to be a pungent odor around all of a sudden but you try to ignore it. You got the gift and that was what mattered!

However, the odor gets stronger with every step you take. Stopping, you put the box down. Wait a second. This doesn't look like a fox at all! It was a small black and white creature. Great, you'd caught a skunk! Sighing with defeat, you let the skunk free. Then you go back to your house.

The smell is too much for Scott. He goes back to the house for a clothespin for his nose. When he comes back, he asks lots of questions.

"What the...?! (Y/n)? Where have you been?! What happened?!" Worry permeates his voice as he goes over to you.

After you get a tomato bath and change clothes you explain what happened. Everything from your plan to get him a gift to catching a fox to how the plan horribly failed.

He's struggling to contain his laughter.

"A-a skunk...? Oh gosh!"

You look down, blushing.

"Hey now, d-don't feel bad. I mean, I'm touched you'd go to the trouble! But you could have just gotten me a plushie!"

"You like plushies?"

He nods. "Got a small collection of 'em at my house!"

So it was decided. If you could find one, you'd get him his own skunk plushie!

...And if he continues being such a great boyfriend, maybe a fox plushie too!

...

After a few months of tomato baths, your stench had faded to a tolerable level. Scott invited you to his house. Stepping inside, you trip on the little step that said, 'watch your step!'

Scott steps in and catches you, putting you back on your feet.

"Thanks," you say, relieved that you didn't get hurt.

Walking to his room, you see his collection of stuffed animals on his bed. Some you didn't recognize, but others were the Freddy's characters!

"Aw look, the whole gang!"

Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy were on the side of his bed. On different shelves, other characters from various locations sat.

"Oh, you have such a wonderful collection!!" you squee, looking over all of them and grinning wide. He grins back.

"Yeah. It just needs two more characters..." He puts your skunk and fox plushies right next to his pillow. "There! Perfect."

Sighing happily, you pull him in for a kiss. He returns it earnestly.

You have such a wonderful boyfriend!

#fnaf #phone guy #x reader #phone guy x reader #bimbo reader #my writing #just something fun #fluff #humor #fanfiction

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peonierose · 8 months

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WIP Ask

I would like ALL those questions answered for the mermaid WIP. Please and thank you!🙏🏼😚

Hii Cari 🩷

You’re such a sweetheart you know that? 🩷

Okay here we go (I hope its okay if it gets a bit longer).

👀 - An excerpt from my WIP

(I’m giving you two excerpts from Ocean‘s Daughter 🩵)

“You’re right. We should head home. The sun is already setting. Let’s not get caught during the night.“ He says and I nod.

Kainalu tries to pull the anchor up, but it doesn’t budge.

”Damn. Looks like the anchor is stuck.“

I look down and the metal chain that leads to the anchor doesn’t come out of the water.

“It’s probably just stuck around some algae or seaweed. I’ll go down and unstuck it.“

“Thanks. I owe you one.“

“You got it, my little water princess.“

“Bite me Lahela.“ He grins at me and I laugh as I put my scuba mask on and jump into the water.

”Here I drew something for you. You might want to try this out.“

I take the note from Ernestine.

My eyes widened.

I clear my throat.

”Oh wow. That’s…very graphic. I’ll keep this in mind.“ I tuck the note away.

”Yeah. Yeah. Now go ask her out and give her a nice orgasm she won’t forget very soon.“

I laugh and have to wipe away tears from the corner of my eye. I swear this woman is something else. But I love her. She's great. One of the best patients I’ve ever had.

”I will. Thank you, this is a good suggestion.“

Ms. Davis nods and even cracks a small smile.

”Oh I know. Now go. I want to enjoy my pudding and no Eugene won’t get any since he ratted me out.“

I laugh again and place a soft hand on Eugene’s shoulder as I lean in to whisper.

”Please take good care of her and call me should she feel unwell at any time. Okay?“

I handed Eugene my card where I scribbled down my personal cell number.

Eugene smiles a watery smile.

”Thank you Dr. Lahela. I appreciate it.“

👑 - A random fact about one of my

OC‘s

I’ll take Kainalu from Ocean‘s Daughter 😍

Kainalu owns a restaurant called Uhane - which means Soul in Hawaiian - that serves local, traditional Hawaiian food. Such as Katsu or Kona coffee 😍

🦀 - Favorite piece of dialogue:

”I didn’t catch your name?“ Dr. Danbury looks pointedly at me and I cross my arms over my chest.

”I didn’t introduce myself. I’m sure you can find your way back on your own. Have a safe trip. I hear the waters are treacherous.“ I turn around and don’t wait for their response.

☀️ - Current word count

For part 1 - 3974

For Part 2 - 8386

Though it may change, as the story progresses I‘ll either add or remove things from the story. I was thinking of even posting the story in parts 😍

❄️ - Toughest aspect of my WIP

A tough part is building the story and the progression, making it make sense. Also the Hawaiian culture, mythology and history are tough because I’m not an expert so I’m relying on a lot of research online. It’s fun to learn about Hawaiian history and their mythology though. Most Hawaiian words I can’t pronounce though, so I look up the pronunciations if there are any pronunciations listed online 😍

🍕- My characters' favourite food

Luna

Pizza 🍕

Barbecue

Açaí bowls

Malasadas

Bryce

Garlic shrimp with rice

Poke

Coco Puffs

Croissada

Noelani

Leoda’s Pies

Mac and Cheese Pancakes

Chocolate Haupia Cream Pie

Manapua

Kainalu:

Loco Moco

Mochiko Chicken

Saimin

Haupia

⚽️ - Genre of my WIP

Fantasy with a dash of romance and some humor.

🤔 - What's the inspiration behind my

WIP?

The inspiration behind this AU was a scene from H2O - Just add water - Season 1, episode 26. Where a marine biologist is hunting mermaids to study them and use them as experiments for scientific purposes. So I used that inspo and turned it into a AU with my own twist added to the story. Using Hawaiian mythology instead.

🎁 - Prologues or no prologues - Why?

I love prologues. They’re so much fun. Because it tells you a bit of the story lying ahead. You can make it short or a bit longer. I think a prologues is good especially if it’s a new book / story that you’re reading. So a prologues can be helpful to give you an idea what’s next and for you to adjust to the story and characters.

🎶 - WIP playlist

I’ve made two playlists on Spotify:

Here there are Part 1 & Part 2

Thank you so much for sending me this ask it means a lot 🥹 Have a beautiful day Cari and keep on shining 🩷🩷🩷🩷

#Ocean‘s Daughter #Bryce Lahela #Luna Auclair #Kainalu & Noelani #marine biologists #🧜‍♀️

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fandomout · 2 years

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Chapter 8-Exhausted

Gif Credit-dcbichi

Chapters- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

If you want to be tagged, let me know.

Sorry this one has been slow coming. Got a little stuck int he writing process amongst other things that happened. Hope you keep reading and enjoy yourselves ☺

Story Description-Wanda has used you to bring back her brother. She erased your memory. Can Wanda keep this up and end it without anyone getting hurt?

Previous Chapter Description-Wanda is torn on how she feels about the possibility of you and Pietro. Pietro can't help express himself more about his feelings, but at what cost?

Your throat is dry as you stare into Pietro’s eyes. You don’t know what to say to him. A chance token after you both hear a thunder. Pietro is quick to put an arm under the back of your knees. He lifts you up and stands straight. Your eyes never strayed from his, and you somehow knew what he was thinking; thus, you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, close your eyes, and nuzzle your face in his chest as he speeds off.

Only a drop caught you on the cheek as he reached the front of the building; Seconds after, the rain smashes down. Since you heard and felt his heavy breathing, your eyes opened, and you moved from his chest to meet his eyes. Something sparkled in his eyes, and you both stopped to take in each other. You feel your heart beating a little too fast than you can take and mutter out, “M-m-missed the rain…Wow…You run fast.”

He gently lays your feet down on the ground, but one arm remains around you. You're about to ask about it when his free hands reach to touch your cheek and wipe away the drop of water as he says, “Just a drop.”

Softly and barely audible, you respond, “Thank you.”

“Of course.” His breathing is still a bit loud, and he takes notice this time. He removes his arm from you gently, and he utters, “Sorry that I’m breathing so loud.”

“Don’t apologize, it only makes sense. I thought the running didn’t affect you though.”

“Oh…It doesn’t-I mean usually…uh-” He struggled to lie, so he was thankful when you gave him an out by saying, “Running so automatically was probably just difficult.”

“Oh. Right. Right. That’s what’s making me breathe like this…Right. You're so smart I’ve noticed.”

“Thank you. I have to say all these compliments you’ve given me are nice. I will add though that I have to ask about it?”

”Wha-What do you mean?”

“I mean don’t think I didn’t notice.” You push his shoulder playfully, and he touches the spot your hand just met. Pietro’s about ready to explode. He expected his affections to reach, but he didn't think it would happen this fast. His voice cracks slightly when he says, “Was I that obvious?”

“You were so much happier today. It was more than usual, so it only makes sense to want to spread your joy to others.”

“You’re okay with me being happy like this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be happy you’re happy? I will add that I don’t know why you're so happy?”

“Oh! You don’t know…” Pietro touches the back of his neck, and he tries to recover from what he thought this was and says,”It’s-uh-I slept better.”

“That’s amazing. What did you change?”

“Nothing really…I mean my attitude has just changed to things that have already been around.”

You nod softly and respond, “That’s great.” He nods, and you both head inside.

Both of you stopped in front of Wanda’s room, and you snatched the pills out of his hands and told him, “I can check on Wanda one last time for you, so you can head to bed.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Ture, but I want to. Good Night.” He nods and brings you into a hug. He cradles your head a bit which makes you stiffen for a second. Then, he pulled off and added, “Good Night.”

As he closed the door to his room, he leaned against the door and held his chest. Breathing heavy again from just the overload of contact with you. He was elated and overwhelmed by it all at once as he smiled to himself before calming down a bit and heading to bed.

You put the pills on Wanda’s nightstand with another water bottle since Wanda finished the last one. You were fixing the cover that laid a bit too low on Wanda when she groaned out. You froze so as to not wake her up, but her eyes opened slowly. She smiled at you. Before you knew it, she grabbed your arms and threw you onto the other side of the bed to be next to her. She giggled, and you laughed in supriuse. Through closed lids, Wanda spoke out and said, “You and I met under horrible circumstances…Pietro was…He was so-” She whimpered a bit, and you grabbed her hand. Wanda holds it tight and brings it up to her chest. “It was bad, ya know. I was very sad. I was crying just about everyday. When I wasn’t, all I could do was be angry, which made me frustrated. My feelings couldn’t fix anything. I had no control. All I wanted was Pietro back…Then, you.” Her eyes open, and she meets your eyes. “You were a saving grace for Pietro, but I guess for me too. I needed him, and you made it happen. Really, thank you.” She kisses your hand, and you feel tears burning you and your chest too.

“You’re welcome I guess.” You laugh slightly, and she does the same.

“After you brought him back to me and gave me hope…I mean you and I slowly became friends, so here we are…” You nod.

Although they were facts you already knew, you knew Wanda was being genuine and opening up, and you weren't going to take that away from Wanda or the moment.

Wanda nodded slowly back, and she closed her eyes again. Eventually, you felt her hand looser, and you knew she was asleep. You slowly took your hand from hers and went to sleep in your room.

Your mind drifting to Wanda’s words, which could only lead to Pietro. You two had shared a moment that night no doubt, and it just made you smile all the way to sleep.

In the morning, Pietro was looking for a particular shirt and thought maybe it was in Wanda’s room. She liked to tidy up his things, so maybe she accidentally put it with her things.

As he rummaged in her bag, his hand found something small and solid. He grasped it and took it out to behold a phone. He shrugged at it before moving it to the side and finally found his shirt.

Wanda stirred from slumber, so Pietro turned his body to her. Wanda squinted, but she noticed her phone out. Alarmed, she manipulated the phone into her hand before she got up. She stormed next to him as she bumped him agressilvey and asked, What are you doing?” As he spoke, she shoved the phone and the rest of her things in her bag.

Pierto held up his hand offended as he sassed, “You did not just use your ability like that.”

Wanda challenged, “Clearly, I did.” She ticked her head at him and asked, “What are you doing snooping through my things?!”

“Jeez, someone woke up with a hangover, huh? We got you pills last night. Just take those and calm down.” He reached to calm her on the shoulder when she shied away from his touch and barked, “What were you doing?”

He sighed and calmly answered, “I wasn’t snooping if that’s what you're asking. I was looking for my shirt-”

“Okay.”

“You okay?” Wanda nods and answers, “Sorry, I overreacted.”

“Don’t worry, I know drinks get to you sometimes.”

“I am not a lightweight.”

“Whatever you say.” He gives her a kiss on the forehead. Wanda feels it burn as it’s a sweet gesture compared to her demeanor. “Wanda?”

“Huh?”

”I know things are weird for us since a while ago…I just want you to know whatever it is it will always be you and me.” He took her hand. Feeling disgusted with herself, she quickly removed her hand before saying, “Always.” He gave a gentle and playful fist to her jaw before heading out of the room.

In the hall, he was met with you. He was feeling happy with the moment he just shared with Wanda, and you just made him happy. Before he walked back to his room, he gave you a carefree smile before hugging you with a, “Morning.”

After everyone settled with their things, you were all walking along an open area with vendors and stores. Pietro was doing a lot of wandering and looking around while you and Wanda just strolled. However, you felt she was far away. You looked at some cotton candy, and you pretended to be interested in the picture on the sign as you used your energy to steal a cone. Having succeeded, you walked back over to Wanda to offer it. Wanda questioned the intention, “Pietro, send you over?”

“No. I stole this myself. My first grab just for you. Guess I’m really becoming one of you, huh?” The statement sparked enough anger for both of you. She couldn't stop herself from saying, “You’re not one of us…”

“What?”

“You aren’t one of us, Y/N! You’re here until we get to the tower and that’s that.”

You frown and ask, “Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true.”

“Wanda…Is this about Pietro again? I already told you I’m not here to do you any harm. I-”

“Just stop it!” Wanda stormed away from you, and you followed.

“Wanda!” Wanda’s hand ignited softly, and the ground shocked slightly.

Your mind flashed to moments here and there springing and fleeing. The one really sinking in being the last memory you had. Your mouth quivered as you stepped back with fear in your eyes, and you asked, “Where-Where am I?” You are searching. Wanda’s eyes went wide as she stepped forward and said, “Oh god.”

You flinched back your powers bursting out as you pushed her down. Wanda was quick to get up and get close. You guys closed, and Wanda put her hands near your head patching up the cracks of memory. Y/N stilled, and Wanda let out a sigh of relief. Y/N gave a smile and walked to a vendor to see what there was.

Wanda felt a moment of calm before she heard Pietro, “Wanda!” Wanda’s breath hitches as she robotically looked over to him. “What did you just do?”

“Would you believe me if I did it by accident?”

“What?! No! Wanda fix it!”

”Okay! Okay! Sorry!”

Wanda looked at you and waved you over. You came over with a smile on your face. Wanda was quick to just get you back to the last memory being of last night. You moved back a little dizzy, and Wanda and Pietro sat you on a bench. Pietro stated, “Sit here a second. I’ll get you some water.”

Pietro dragged Wanda with him and asked, “Why would you even try something on Y/N?”

“I-I-I’m sorry!” Wanda crouches down and puts her head in her hands. Pietro kneels down to Wanda’s level. While his hands were going to reach her shoulders in comfort, he resisted from letting himself fall to kindness. Pietro firmly spoke, “Wanda, what you did…it wasn’t okay.”

“I know! I know…”

“Why would you do that? These days I know we’re distant but not so distant that you do something like this around me…”

“What?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed…our bond is close, but I find myself confused by a lot of the things you do these days since I woke up. A lot of things feel…off? I don’t know what it is, but I clearly need to pay more attention if you're gonna do things like this…I just can’t believe you’d do this.”

“Look, I had to-”, She said and stood up, but she stopped short of words. He stood up and waved his hands as he asked, “What are you even talking about?!”

“Don’t yell at me!”

“That’s not even the important thing right now! I can’t believe you can’t even see something so simple! What’s wrong with you?! Why did you do that?” Wanda’s words croaked and wavered as she said, “She was remembering something horrible!”

Pietro took a few steps back and looked to Wanda with disgust as he asked, “Did you just lie to me?”

“What? No-”

“You’re not telling me the whole truth. In fact, I think there’s a lot you haven’t been telling me.”

“No-I-Why would you even say that?”

“Seeing you struggle to answer just now proves it. I’d been ignoring it because you always managed to convince me everything was okay, but I felt something off. I felt it then, and I feel it now.”

“Pietro…”

“Are you going to start telling me the truth or…” Wanda just looked to ground as tears stained the pavement. He shook his head at her and in a strained voice to say, “I didn’t know we were that messed up. Us. It’s the only thing that’s ever made sense…I guess that’s not true anymore.”

“Pietro…”

“When-” A few tears strayed and he whipped them instantly as he tried to keep strong. “We can make like one more stop at a store or something, but I’m done. I’m taking us to the tower and that’s that.” He walked away from her, and Wanda stumbled toward the wall as she used it to support her.

It had been a good half hour before Pietro and Wanda came back to you. Pietro had taken the now empty bottle of water gently from you hands and stated, “Uh…We’re going to head to one more store for provisions to hold us over before we get to the tower.”

“The tower?” He nods and gives a small smile.

“I’m just gonna speed us over there. We’re almost there anyway.” You shrugged and admitted, “I don’t really know what to expect.” He let out a small laugh and added, “Me either actually.”

As you walked, you noticed how they are walking farther from each other than you’ve ever seen them before. In the crowds, it was like a south and north magnet. You were about to ask when Pietro darted to more attractions posted on the side of the confidence store.

You turned to Wanda and asked, “Everything okay?”

“Will you just stop it?” Wanda barked and put a hand up to your face. Wanda just couldn't stop herself. You were the “cause” of all this.

You moved back not exactly flinched, but you couldn’t believe she would be so disrespectful. Your mouth went wide, and you said, “What is this about? That you have to be so rude to prove your point.” As you countered, Wanda was glad you weren’t going to be all nice about it, so she could say, “Why can’t you leave well enough alone? Pietro is my brother. You may be our friend, but you aren’t family. You’ll be leaving as soon as we get to the tower.”

“Why are you being like this?! How do you know I’ll leave?”

“I know it for a fact.”

“Wanda, can we talk about this?”

“You just don't understand. That’s my brother.”

“I haven’t even done anything. I thought we already had this talk about how me and him were getting closer.”

“You just don’t get it! You're going to have to go!”

“Wanda, what are you-”

“Just stop.” She huffed out desperately as Pietro came back. He states, “Well found a store. Then, we’re off to the…tower.” His eyes darted to Wanda to see if she’d say anything but stayed quiet and walked ahead into the store. It was just you and Pietro, and he had a weird look about him. He looked at you, and you noticed it was different. He was seeing you similar to how he did last night.

He hunched over a little to lean his head closer to yours and said, “I know that look.”

“What?” He poked in the air towards you and answered, “You’re worried.”

“Well-“

“Well, stop. Don’t worry-“ He caressed your head with his hands and finished, “your pretty little head.” Your mouth went wide because you couldn’t handle this behavior. He let out a laugh and removed his hands. He seemed pleased with himself for your reaction and smiled with glee. You let out an awkward laugh yourself before he held out his arm gentlemen like, and you took it to go along with the joke. You walked with linked arms into the store much to Wanda’s dismay.

Seeing her eyes stare, you thought to pull away from Pietro, but you were a bit upset. Also, you weren’t doing anything wrong. However, Pietro did gently remove himself just to keep looking around the store, so you followed along by default.

You and Pietro relatively had an idea of what you wanted to pick up, but Wanda circled multiple times. Pietro walked over to her, huffed, and muttered, “You're not getting out of this by stalling.”

“I’m not…”

“It’s time Wanda.” Wanda didn’t really know what that meant, and it scared her.

You were more towards the front of the store when a person in a hoodie started subtly not subtly talking to the cashier. You could feel the bad energy radiating off of the cashier, and the person had a nervous stature about them. You see the cashier shake and the fist of the stranger held tight. Before you know it, a shot goes off right into the cashier's arm. You eyes rush to Pietro and Wanda

With the sound, Wanda flinched and shrieked as others in the store also screamed; right after, Pietro zooms both of them to the end of an aisle and out of possible danger. They both peer over to the sight of trouble. Pietro arms are wrapped around Pietro protectively. Wanda starts to shake; thus, she doesn’t notice that Pietro’s hands do the same. He tries to steady them as he sees Wanda, the most terrified he’s seen. With Wanda parlyzed by fear, he finds strength within himself, and he closes his hand and closes his eyes momentarily trying to collect himself for her. When his eyes open, determined, Wanda can see he’s readying himself to defend.

Before he can even think to move a millimeter, Wanda is holding him back with shaky hands as her eyes scan around. First her eyes look at the gun, then to the camera, and the gun again. Her body remembers the ache when he died, and she starts to cry uncontrollably. Her hand pulled Pietro down, and she tried to shield him instead. Although he tried to calm her down and pull away from the death grip she had, it was difficult because it was hard for him to breathe the way she clung to him, and she was convincing him to stay with her.

You were cowered down out of the shooter's view, but you had a very good view of the scene unfolding of your friends suffering and wished it would send.

You're stuck in place for a second and find courage in looking at Pietro and Wanda. From where you stood, you frighteningly say, “N-no one has to get hurt here. Look, just take the money and go. No one has to get hurt.” The man’s eyes darted, and he pointed the gun towards you. He picked you up and dragged you over to the register and spat, “Give me your money.”

You sigh and pull your pockets out to be empty. You explain, “Look I don’t have any. Just take the money and go.” The cash register nods endlessly.

Wanda has a terrible feeling that aches her gut so much so that her strength leaves her body which allows Pietro to stand. Barely audible, she pleads, “no…”

As Pietro stood out of nowhere, it alerted the man, and you think you know what’s about to happen and move forward.

You rush forward, arms covering in front of you. A cold pressure meets your abdomen, which pain follows. You raise your hand to the shooter and feel yourself strain; however, the shooter's body stops momentarily. They groaned in pain as you forced them to freeze and started lowering their hand. Not being used to this, you lose force after a couple seconds.

The shooter trembles and says, "What the hell are you?"

When the shooter realizes you lack hold, he raises the gun frantically and shoots you a second time near your chest.

Your emotions drive you, and you burst into light of colors. The criminal moves back in fright. The lights burst above everyone, so more people shrieked. The power in the whole place goes out, but you continue glowing. You use your energy to hover the gun towards you, and you crush it into pieces in your hands, which scares the perpetrator into running. However, you stop them in their tracks as you take control of their whole body. You have him get on his knees and knock him out as you make him bang his head against the counter hard enough for him to pass out. You hunch over and poorly make your way over to the cashier. You fall on your knees and end up crawling to the cashier as you heal them with the last bit of energy you have and pass out.

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It’s been a day or two since the last time I put up a sample for Sneak Peek Sunday (all credit for the concept to @daddygrandpaandthebeaver), and today felt like as good a time as any to resurrect it! Have a scene from former heroes who quit too late (aka part three of the AU where (almost) all the kids have powers):

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“Know what I heard from Flo at the station?”

El shakes her head no. Hop doesn’t stop giving her that look.

“Sounds like there was a big power outage at the mall last night. Every fuse in the box blew. The lights were out for nearly an hour.”

El makes her eyes as wide as they’ll go, and then turns back to her plate.

“It’s weird. They’ve got no idea what caused it. What could’ve overloaded all the circuits at once like that.”

El concentrates, hard, on cutting off a piece of her pancake.

“El.”

El looks up. Hop’s staring at her, hard. She can’t tell if he’s mad. “When you and Will were over at Mike’s yesterday. Did you go to the mall?”

El looks at him with her fork halfway to her mouth, trying to decide what to say.

Hop sighs so big it makes his shoulders drop, leaning forward against the table, clasping his hands and looking El in the eye. “Friends don’t lie, right, kid?”

El quickly stuffs her forkful of pancakes in her mouth and chews, hoping don’t talk with your mouth full takes priority.

Sara, thankfully, chooses that moment to drop into the third mismatched chair at the tiny kitchen table, with her own plate stacked high with pancakes and berries. “What’s the big deal if she did? It’s just the mall.” She starts to saw off a chunk of her pancake stack, also not looking at Hop as she says, very fast and very casual, “Heather’s taking me out there this afternoon. If Jane really wants to see the place, she could probably tag along with us. I don’t think Heather’d mind.”

Hop finally looks away from El to stare at Sara like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “It’s just the - do we seriously have to have the ‘caution’ conversation again?”

Sara slouches down in her seat and gives her eyes a huge roll, but right at the end of it she catches El’s eye and winks. El shovels another forkful of pancake into her mouth to keep from smiling.

“And no, I don’t want you going anywhere alone with Heather,” Hop goes on, jabbing his fork in Sara’s direction. “Especially not somewhere as big and crowded and public as the mall. How do you even know this girl? How do you know you can trust her?”

“I already told you, we work together.” Sara delicately rolls a stray blueberry around her plate with her fork. “The pool put her in charge of making sure tens of screaming children don’t drown every day, is that trustworthy enough for you?”

Hop doesn’t look impressed. “The pool gave Billy Hargrove a lifeguard whistle. Try again.”

“There’s just no pleasing you, is there?” Sara grumbles, spearing the blueberry with what El thinks the TV cops mean when they say unnecessary force. “I have to get a job if I’m not going to school, but god forbid I actually make friends there?”

Hop looks like he just bit into something bitter. “I never said you couldn’t have friends,” he starts, but Sara’s already giving him a wide-eyed, fake-shocked look.

“Oh, wow. I didn’t realise I needed your permission to have friends. So glad that’s allowed.”

El has to press her knuckles hard against her mouth not to giggle at the look on Hop’s face.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Sara says, still wide-eyed and too innocent. “Maybe I should invite Heather over here instead. That’d be so much safer. Right?”

“Don’t,” Hop says, like a warning. El wonders if that’s don’t do that, or don’t say that. Maybe both.

Sara waves a hand, making all her bangles clack and jingle. “Well, Jane has her friends over all the time, so -”

“That’s different and you know why. Don’t change the subject.” Hop turns back to El just as she starts to push her chair back from the table. So much for escaping before he notices. She pulls her chair reluctantly back to the table and slouches down in it, crossing her arms as Hop points at first her, then Sara, with his fork. “I do not want either of you anywhere near Starcourt. Got it? Especially not unsupervised. It’s just too big a risk.”

“Anything fun is a risk,” Sara says, like she doesn’t even notice the hard stare Hop’s giving her. El stuffs what’s left of her pancake into her mouth at once, ready to break for freedom when she gets another chance. “You know what I used to do for fun? Rob convenience stores.”

Hop shuts his eyes, for a long second, pressing a hand against his forehead. “What part of chief of police -”

El takes this as her cue to scoop up her empty plate and slip away from the table, dropping off the plate in the sink before she makes for the door. She ignores Hop’s call of, “Hey! Hey, kid, we weren’t done talking!”

#this is mary's fic tag #stranger things #obviously this is a prime example of what a fun lighthearted carefree romp the entire fic is going to be #no tragedy or horror here! no sir!#just unrestrained summer fun from start to finish!#the hawkins indiana psychic baby boom #former heroes who quit too late

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