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rosemaze-reveries · 1 month

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During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

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lovelybrooke · 11 months

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Yandere Spiderman Across the Spiderverse x reader Concept

I really, really loved this movie and I'm super excited to write for it. I'm kinda sad this was only part 1, but it was great either way. On another note, I've seen the requests for this movie, and I will be writing those, so be patient with me. Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy, and please request if you want to see more. (This is also not going to be 100% canon, sorry).

Life is super boring, at least that's how you viewed it. Everything was pretty monotonous, you wake up, go to school, go to work, go home, do homework, eat, sleep, and repeat. It's not even like it was bad, it's just, tiring.

This was until you meant Peter Parker. At the time, you thought there was nobody else like him, how stupid were you, right? You met when you two were paired up for a project at school, and eventually, after a little encouragement and time, you two became best friends.

Of course, at the time, you knew about Spiderman, New York's friendly neighborhood hero, but you never thought it was Peter. When he told you, you honestly thought he was joking, laughing at him as he tried to be open with you. After a long, long talk, you eventually came to terms with your friend's responsibility.

Everything was pretty good for a while, and you eventually even started helping Peter out on his little hero escapades. You weren't as courageous as him, so you ended up becoming his "guy in the chair", you didn't come up with the name. Your knowledge in technology allowed you to stay back and help him on missions from the safety of your home. You'd notify him whenever there was a villain in the area, hack into surveillance cameras to make sure he wasn't being seen by the police, and even made some upgrades to him suit to make him even stronger.

Everything was great, until the death of Peter's Uncle Ben. He meant everything to Peter, so when he died, Peter just, stopped talking to you for a while, it's like he just completely shut down. You tried to get a hold of him, but it was basically impossible. His aunt May never knew where he was, and you couldn't track his suit, so for a while, he was just a ghost.

When he did finally show up again, he was different. He used to be extroverted, happy and bubbly. But when he returned after months of silence, he was cold and distant. You could tell something was off with him, and the fact that you couldn't track his suit put you off. You knew he was okay with the tracker so you could contact him in case of emergencies, so then why was it suddenly not working?

For the short time Peter was back, he barely talked to you, and when he did, he was muttering something about someone trying to get him, which you assumed was because he was so out of it after coming back. When you tried to ask about it, he rambled something about the multiverse, before quickly shutting up. You never got the chance to ask him about it, because the next day he was gone, again. And you haven't seen him since.

And that's how you're back to your supper boring life. It was sad that your best and only friend was gone, Aunt May was devastated. Most of your time was spent trying to find him, using all the knowledge you had to find any trace of him. You assumed that his disappearance had something to do with the metaverse nonsense he was muttering about, but everything you found led to a dead end.

You were about to give up when a strange portal appeared into your room. It started out small, before quickly overtaking most your room, sucking you and some of your stuff in with it. It was a terrifying few seconds before you stopped moving, your butt hitting the floor. When you opened your eyes, you quickly figured out you were in some strange new place. Even though the room you were in was dark, you could tell it was super high tech, computers and wires everywhere.

It took you a while to stand up, disoriented as you were. As you stood up, a few lights turned up. Not enough lights to make you feel less nervous, but enough to see who was in the room with you. The man was tall, towering over you on his hovering platform, his back towards you. You didn't want to say anything, afraid of the man in front of you.

"You're digging to deep, (Y/N)." He said, his head tilting toward you, only a part of his face visible.

"Who are you?" You murmur, "why am I here?" you question.

"Don't worry, I'm doing this for your own good." What does that mean? His platform eventually reaches the ground, allowing him to walk close to you. Despite his intimidating demeanor, you felt a sense of comfort around him, which almost caused you to let your guard down. Slowly, the man brought his hand close to your head, brushing a small strand of hair out of your face. "I'm Miguel O'Hara, Earth-928's Spiderman."

You started to panic at that, this must be the Multiverse Peter was talking about. You took a step back from Miguel, the room around you becoming tense once again. You shake your head, giving Miguel a confused look, "So, the Multiverse is real? There's more than one Spiderman?" Miguel takes a slow step forward, eying you carefully.

"Yes." That doesn't really answer your question, but he continues, "and it's my job to make sure the multiverse stays stable." You look at the ground, suppressing tears, is that why Peter is gone? You stay quiet, prompting Miguel to continue, "that's why I need your help." Shocked, you looked at him, Miguel getting closer and closer to you. "With your skills, you can help a lot of people." You didn't know how to respond, simply looking at him with tear feared eyes. When Miguel wrapped you up in a tight hug, your fears for Peter were confirmed, he was gone.

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Ever since, you've been working for Spider society. You mostly stayed with Miguel, seeing him a sort of father figure, even though you would never tell him that. Miguel gave you a room close to his, a room you barely even left, why would you when all your computers and tech is in there.

Miguel was protective of you the moment he met you, met being a strong word since you didn't know about him. You were just so kind and happy; he was almost jealous of your earths Spiderman. He never planned on killing him, especially since he knew what it would do to your dimension, but you were safer with him anyway.

He hated when you started becoming friends with the other Spider people, mainly the ones closer to you in age. He knew you were shy, but that also meant people would take advantage of you. It's why he didn't mind you staying in your room, he could keep watch of you there better anyway.

Gwen was fine, since for the most part she wasn't a troublemaker. She was the one to make sure you were eating, which Miguel was appreciative of. She would also bring in movies from her dimension for you to watch. Pavitr wasn't that bad, though he did like to push you out of your comfort zone a lot, but always knew when you were uncomfortable. Hobie was a different story, he was like a big brother to you, and would do your makeup and teach you how to play different instruments. Though, he always managed to get you caught up in all his little scheming, which does not make Miguel happy. When Miles eventually starts showing up, he also becomes one of your close friends, often hanging out with you and Gwen.

Most of the Spiders were pretty aware of their obsession with you, some of them more conscious of their behavior than others, but they see it as their job to protect you. You're one of the few non spiders welcomed into Spider society, of course your important to them. They've all lost so much; they couldn't lose you too. None of them are afraid of using their trauma against you to make you forget about your dimension and your Peter.

For most of them, you're the only peace they have. When they come back from a long mission, they just want to be with you, because you're the only constant in their lives. You're probably the only thing keeping Miguel from losing his mind, he just wants to keep you safe. They all just want to keep you safe.

It's why Miguel doesn't let you leave HQ; it's why he encourages you to call him dad. It's why Gwen will subtly remind you about the death of her best friend and how she couldn't handle losing you as well. It's why Hobie and Pavitr get upset when you mention anything from your dimension. Its why Miles can't stand being away from you for more than a week. You understand, don't you?

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A/n: I don't know how to feel about this but I'm happy it's out. I know I didn't get into Jessica or Peter B Parker, but I hope you guys like this. I have a lot of ideas for this, and I will not be shutting up about Spiderman anytime soon. Please, please, please request. Thank you!!!

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere spiderman #yandere spiderverse #platonic spiderverse #platonic yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #platonic miguel o'hara #platonic yandere miguel o'hara #spider man across the spider verse #spider man into the spider verse #fanfiction

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straykeedz · 5 months

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𝐬𝐜𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬; 𝐧° 01

this was supposed to be me elaborating on this thought by @hyunsvngs (😵‍💫 never have i ever related to something more btw, i absolutely LOVE body hair), and it ended up being a drabble bc i'm dumb and i always ramble a lot.

bear with me if there's any mistakes, as per usual english is not my native language and secondly it's late and im tired and im supposed to be sleeping lol

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

𝐭𝐰: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞; 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛; 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛; 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬?; 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭; ♡

𝐰𝐜: 1,5𝐤 ;

🫧

The first time you suck him off, it catches him completely off guard.

After all, you’ve only been going out for a couple of weeks, and you haven’t made things official yet, so it’s not like he’s expecting you to drop on your knees and take his cock out, why would he? He’s a gentleman, and he wants to respect your boundaries - after all you’ve been going out for less than a month and are not official yet. Yes, you’ve made out in the backseats of his car countless of times by now, and you made him cum in his pants while dry humping, but you haven’t seen each other naked yet.

That’s why he nearly chokes on air when, during a particularly heated make-out session, you drop on your knees unexpectedly, palming his hard-on over the thick material of his jeans. It’s when your fingers reach for the button of his pants that he stops you by wrapping his fingers around your wrist.

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked. It’s okay if you don’t want me to.”, you immediately apologize, and he wants to slap himself across the face.

It’s not like he doesn’t want it - because he does. It’s just… It’s silly, now that he thinks about it, but insecurities are a bitch. He should’ve shaven earlier in the shower, shouldn’t he? He just didn’t think you’d go that far. Fuck- it’s too late now. It’s the first time you’re touching him and he doesn’t know what your preferences are - what if you don’t like body hair? What if it grosses you out? His exes didn’t like body hair on him after all…

“Ah, it’s not that.”, he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck, and can feel his cheeks flush pink. “I want you to.”

“Then what’s wrong?”, you ask him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You’re there, kneeling between his legs, looking at him with doe eyes, and he feels stupid. “It’s stupid, really.”, he tries to brush it off.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid if it’s making you feel this way. You can tell me, I won’t judge. Promise.”

Is it too soon to say he’s in love with you? Because that’s all he can think of right now.

“It’s just, I wasn’t expecting to do… this tonight, so I haven’t…” I have, uhm… hair?”, it comes out as a question.

“And…?”, you’re still pretty confused. He has body hair, so?

Changbin looks at you genuinely surprised, eyebrows raised and boba eyes open wide. “You don’t… mind?”

You smile at him, then bite your lip and shake your head. “Nope. In fact, I think it’s sexy.”, your fingers toy with the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it up to reveal the pale skin of his stomach and - oh. Your head snaps up in his direction. “You have a happy trail!”

“I have a… what?”

“A happy trail.”, you repeat, brushing the soft hair that runs from his navel all the way to his crotch, disappearing under the waistband of his boxers. “It’s hot.”

“Is it?”, he furrows his eyebrows.

You hum in agreement. Then, you lean in to place a kiss directly on his navel, and he gasps. “Can I show you how much I find it hot?”

He nods quickly, and shivers when he feels your hot tongue on his skin. You lick a long stripe that goes from the waistband of his underwear to his belly button, coating his skin and his body hair - the happy trail, as you called it - in your spit. “Fuck.”, he mutters under his breath, kicking his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. Inside the confines of his boxers, he’s rock hard and leaking.

A shaky breath leaves his parted lips when you fidget with the button of his jeans. You undo unbutton them quickly, then unzip them, and he lifts his hips from the couch to help you slide them down his thick thighs. The grey boxers he’s wearing leave almost nothing to the imagination, and your mouth literally salivates at the sight of a wet patch on the fabric. When he catches you staring, his cheeks flush pink once more. He’s about to say something, but you catch him off guard for a second time by latching your mouth to his inner thigh and start to leave a series of kisses and delicate scratches that go all the way to his clothed groin. Changbin is already a mess - breathing heavily and trying not to think of how hot you look, otherwise he knows he’ll be cumming the second you touch him. Hooking your fingers on each side of his underwear, you slide them off his thighs as well, finally freeing his cock.

Fuck.

“Oh.”, is all that leaves your lips at the sight of the prettiest and hottest dick you’ve ever seen.

What was he even insecure about? Right, hair. You don’t want to sound cheesy, but pubic hair looks fucking good on him. Like, really fucking good. There’s soft, dark curls decorating the base of his cock, and you can’t wait to bury your nose in it while you take him down your throat. That should show him how fucking perfect he is and how much he turns you on.

“Changbin do you-“ you find it hard to take your eyes off of that pretty cock, but eventually you lift your gaze to look at him “Do you have any idea how much I find you hot?”

He’s about to answer - he doesn’t even know what to say to be honest, he’s not used to receiving compliments, what a shame - when you suddenly grab him by the base and wrap your wet lips around his cockhead, and he chokes a moan, throwing his head back once more. “Oh, fuck.”, he grunts.

He’s about to protest when you pull him out of your mouth, but it’s only so that you can let a gob of spit fall directly on the tip. You then take him in your mouth once again, smearing your own saliva all over his length using your lips. Meanwhile, the pads of your fingers toy with the soft hair at the base of his cock and his stomach, brushing it lightly.

Changbin relaxes instantly under your touch and spreads his legs wider, letting you accomodate between them in an even more comfortable position so that you finally can take more of him in your mouth. A deep grunt leaves his lips when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and he’s quick to entangle his fingers in your hair while he’s gripping the cushion hard with his other hand as you continue to bob your head up and down his length.

You release him from your mouth to catch your breath, and start to pump his length with your hand instead - wet sounds filling the room. He doesn’t expect you to fucking lick his balls, swirling your tongue around the most sensitive part of his body, then taking one inside your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- you’re so fucking good at this, oh my God.” Changbin swears under his breath, chest rising and falling quickly as he feels himself getting closer and closer. He opens his eyes to look at you, and it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever witnessed - you, kneeling between his spread legs, pumping his cock with your hand and with your lips wrapped around his balls. You swirl your tongue around them once more, coating also the hair at the base in your saliva, and Changbin chokes on air.

He lets out a small whine when you release his balls from your mouth, but you immediately wrap your lips around his cock once more, determined to give him a mind-blowing orgasm. It’s what he deserves - he deserves to be fucking worshipped and spoiled.

“I’m so close.”, he whines when you take him even deeper, your nose brushing his pubic hair as the underside of his cock lies flat on your tongue. “‘M so fucking close, please.”, be begs in a high-pitched tone, and you decide to finally give him what he wants. Only then you bury your nose in the soft hair at the base of his cock and swallow around his length, and before he can stop himself or warn you - Changbin is coming in your mouth, shooting hot, white ropes of thick cum down your throat. His legs shake due to the intensity of his orgasm, and when he shuts his eyes, all he can see is white.

It takes a while for him to catch his breath. You release his now softening cock from your mouth, and smile at the sight of him so fucked out - both of his hands covering his face as he takes deep breaths, shirt lifted, softening cock lying on his abdomen and your sticky saliva smeared all over his skin and hair.

“C’mere, let me return the favor.”, is the first thing he tells you once he’s gained his breath.

🫧

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 - “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧” 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.

-> 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

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itoshiexx · 9 months

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pretty

synopsis: when your insecurities get the best of you, rin comes to the rescue to make sure you know you're so much more than pretty.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 845 | warnings: established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, insecurities, i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but reader is implied to wear makeup, suggestive at the end!!, aged up characters

notes: it’s me, hi, i'm the problem it's me! i'm back with this idea i had while i was trying some clothes. kinda hate how this turned out but whatever, i'm sad

masterlist part 2 (nsfw)

you never really took long to get ready. it was one of the reasons rin loved you so much: you were practical with your outfit and your makeup, and very good at managing your time. for someone as the young itoshi, who screamed practicality, you were a perfect match.

it is why rin is standing up from his place on the living room’s couch, sprinting towards your shared bedroom — to understand why you are taking so long. if you don’t leave soon, you might be late for your dinner reservations.

entering the bedroom door, rin spots you easily. you are standing in front of the mirror, with nothing but your underwear on, staring at your reflection with a lost gaze.

he decides he doesn’t like this gaze on you.

“what’s wrong?” his question seems to break you from whatever stupor you were in; his bluntness catching you off guard in an unusual manner, since you were used to your boyfriend’s direct nature.

rin is met with silence. your lips part and close several times, but nothing comes out. his brows furrow, and he takes a few steps inside to take a closer look to you.

your hands are wandering through your skin — from the plush of your thighs, your hips, the curve of your waist, stopping at your tummy. then, they move further to your ribs, chest, shoulders, up until your neck.

it’s like you’re analyzing something, although rin can’t quite pinpoint what it is. he could almost say you’re admiring yourself, if not for the slight furrow of your brows and the crisp on your lips.

“do you… do you think i’m pretty, rin?”

your voice is so small it scares him for a moment. he wasn’t expecting such a question. nevertheless, rin takes a few more steps until he’s right behind you in the mirror, and his arms find home in your waist in a tight embrace. you shiver feeling the material of his white button up shirt against your bare skin.

you feel his scrutinizing gaze from over your shoulder, and you have to fight the urge to hide. it’s silly, and you know; because you never have to hide from rin. he has seen you, all of you, way too many times.

but there’s just something about this moment that makes you feel so little and so insecure, because the stupid voices in your head keep telling you bad things about yourself. and you also know that they are just intrusive thoughts, and that you shouldn’t listen to them, but right now it’s really fucking hard.

“pretty?” he repeats, a little breathless. his eyes wander through every bit of you, like he’s trying to commit to memory. “you’re asking me if i think you’re pretty?”

you shake your head. “forget it, i shouldn’t have asked—”

“love,” rin interrupts your rambling, “you are so much more than pretty.”

you blink a few times, unsure you heard him right. rin’s hold on you tightens.

“you are beautiful.” he rests his chin on your shoulder, still staring intently at your figure. “you are… god. you’re breathtaking.”

he leaves a featherlight kiss on your neck, and you can’t help but feel incredibly shy under his strong gaze. rin stares at you as if you are the most beautiful creature that has ever landed on earth, like some sort of divine being that came from the heavens to bless every human lucky enough to deserve to cross your path. probably because, to him, that was exactly what you were.

and rin was the luckiest of them all, for he was the one who you chose to call “lover”, the one that could spend every minute of his existence by your side, bathing in your glow, basking in the warmth of every one of your smiles.

he was the one that could feel the texture of your skin beneath his fingertips and worship your body like some kind of temple, giving all the love it deserved. and if you were asking him that question, well… then maybe he wasn’t worshiping you enough.

“baby,” his right hand leaves your waist and trails all the way to your shoulder, where he leaves another kiss. “look at me.”

you shake your head no. you miss the way his expression turns pained. “please?”

you sigh. you’re such a goner for itoshi rin. and he knows that anything he asks in that tone will be granted. so, albeit hesitantly, you do what he says, and meet his gaze in the mirror.

the small smile he gives you is enough to send your heart into a frenzy, giving you those stupid butterflies in your stomach that always appear when it comes to him.

“you are everything good in this world,” he says, like it’s the truth, like it’s all he’s ever known.

then, gently turning you around to face him, he grips your waist tightly and brings his face impossibly close to yours, until your noses are touching and his lips are hovering above yours.

“and i will show you just how much.”

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gunilslaugh · 2 months

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hello how are you doing? i like your fics so much they’re so fun to read!! ♥️ also can i please request an angst-y ot6 reaction with a fluffy ending? i was thinking of reader feeling like the member deserves someone better and they’re out of his league so they try to end things but the member finds out and reassures them 🥰 i saw this in a show and i think it would be fun to try with xh ♥️ thank you

Hello I'm doing good and hope you are too :)

All members (<3 _ <3)

Summary: Feeling like you don’t deserve Xdinary Heroes member, you try to break up with them. (idol/non-idol au)

WC:~2.6k

Warning:angsty (fluff endings though so no worries)

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

There was this voice in your head that you couldn’t ignore. It grew louder whenever you were with Gunil. “He could be happier with someone else.” “He’s too good for you.” “It doesn’t make sense why he settles for someone like you.” Are things the voice would say. The worst part is you believed it. It only got worse the longer you stayed with Gunil. You couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of weighing him down. You had to let him go, even if it hurt.

“Gunil,” you managed out.

“Yes love,” Gunil responds. You gulped. He wasn’t making this easy.

“I think we should break up,” you voiced.

“What? No. I-I don’t think we should break up at all. Did I do something? Look whatever I did let me fix it ok? We can’t break up,” Gunil quickly rambles out, desperately reaching for your hands.

“I don’t think that you can fix it Gunil,” you weakly tried to pull your hands from his.

“No, no I can. Just tell me what it is,” he pleads, increasing his grip on your hands. You went silent, not being able to tell him the reason.

“It’s for the best Gunil please. Let’s break up,” you struggled out.

“Stop saying that! Wear not breaking up. At least not until you tell me why,” Gunil raised his voice. “Tell me why,” he voice fell soft again. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m not good enough for you Gunil. You could be happier with someone else.” You avoided eye contact. Gunil exchanges holding your hands for holding you instead. He only holds you tighter when you meekly try to push him away. However it didn’t take long for you to relax in his hold.

“What nonsense is that? I’m the happiest when I’m with you y/n,” he tells you sincerely.

“Don’t lie,” your voice broke. Gunil’s heart breaks at the sound of your voice.

“I wouldn’t lie to you y/n. You make the happiest I’ve ever been and you’re way more than good enough for me. Honestly some days I wonder why you picked me,” Gunil reveals.

“How could I not pick you? You have everything,” you pulled away enough to look at Gunil.

“You’re my everything.” He looks you in your eyes. His thumbs wipe away your tears. “You’re my everything, so don’t try to leave me again,” he repeated. You nodded your head, leaning back in for another hug. Gunil gladly takes you in his arms and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

Jungsu

Jungsu was only talking to her. The two of them weren’t even close. In fact you're pretty sure she has a boyfriend of her own, but that didn’t stop you from feeling the way you did. It wasn’t jealousy though. You wished it was jealousy, but no you couldn’t stop thinking about how much better she looked with Jungsu than you did. They looked like they would make a cute couple. She seemed like everything you weren’t. She was someone Jungsu deserved. Unlike you. You really don’t get why Jungsu asked you out. Certainly whatever he saw in you could be found in someone else, probably in higher amounts too.

“We should break up Jungsu,” you say right before entering your place.

“B-break up? No, why?” His eyes instantly became glossy and it tugged on your heart. You couldn’t let it stop you though. This is what would be best for Jungsu.

“We don’t work together.” You don’t work with him.

“What are you saying? Of course we work. Why are you saying this all the sudden?” Jungsu reached out for you and painfully stepped back.

“I know me saying this is sudden, but I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I’m sorry Jungsu.” You quickly headed inside, not letting Jungsu say another word. Your heart breaks as you hear Jungsu begging you to let him in. You have to remind yourself that it’s what’s best for him as tears fall down your face.

Jungsu had gotten word of the real reason why you broke up with him and he could not let you continue to think so low of yourself. You had to let you know how worthy you are. He wouldn’t accept your break up on these grounds. He knocked on your door relentlessly until you let him in.

“Why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling? This could have been avoided if you just talked to me y/n? You don’t deserve me? That ‘s the silliest thing I ever heard. You deserve me so much. I’m so lucky to have you. Our break up in invalid,” Jungsu spoke before you could tell him to leave.

“Jungsu, how can you not see how much better than me you are?” you state.

“You’re the one who can’t see how much you are. You’re worth so much y/n seriously it kills me that you can’t see that,” he tells you.

“But-”

“No buts. You’re mine and I’m yours. We’ll work this out together.” He hugs you the tightest he ever has.

Goan/Jiseok

It would be one thing if only you had doubts about being one who deserves Jiseok’s love, but it’s not just you. You can hear other people whisper about it along with the voices in your head. “I just don’t get why Jiseok got together with them. He could do so much better.” “How did he even meet someone like that?” “Let alone date them.” Those are the words you hear people day when they see you with Jiseok. They didn’t even try to hide it. It didn’t help that you already had some of these thoughts yourself. At first you were happy to be with Jiseok, but that quickly came tumbling down with self doubt.

“They’re right, you know?” you tell Jiseok.

“Who’s right about what?” Jiseok asked bewildered.

“I know you hear them. The people who whisper about me not being good enough for you. They’re right,” you explained.

“No they are not right y/n! They’re just jealous that you’re the one dating me and not them,” Jiseok insists.

“No, they’re right. I had the same thoughts without them even saying anything. I’m not good enough for you Jiseok. We should break up,” you say.

“No, we are not breaking up! This is complete nonsense! What about you makes you not ‘worthy’ of me huh?” Jiseok started to lose his temper. It makes him feel so frustrated that you could think so poorly of yourself. He waited impatiently for your answer.

“Jiseok it’s just I’m…” You couldn’t formulate any actual reasons, but it didn’t change how you felt.

“You’re what?” Jiseok prompted.

“I’m…” Again you couldn’t think of anything.

“Amazing, pretty, kind, make me happy, make me feel loved. Your smile still sends butterflies to my stomach. Someone who I don’t want to can can’t live without. The love of my life,” Jiseok listed.

“What?” you questioned looking at him. Jiseok lets out a quasi-sigh, taking a seat beside you. He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear then lets his hand rest on your cheek.

“You couldn’t give me any reasons why you aren’t good enough for me, but I can list hundreds of reasons why you are,” he says. “So stop thinking that you aren’t good enough for me. I wouldn’t have fallen madly in love with you if you weren’t.” he sincerely tells you.

“Ok I’ll try,” you weakly smiled.

“Good. I love you,” he firmly states.

“I love you too,” you return. Jiseok smiles and tenderly kisses your forehead.

O.de/Seungmin

“Y/n?” your friend called your attention.

“Yeah?” you replied.

“I say this from a place of love and concern ok?” they tell you. You start to feel unsettled.

“O..k?”

“I think Seungmin is getting bored of you,” they disclose. Your heart drops. You’ve always had this feeling that you were unworthy of Seungmin, so your friend's words felt like a punch to the gut.

“Huh?” You felt your emotions swarming over you.

“Don’t cry please. I didn’t say it to upset you. I just think you should be prepared. He’s probably going to break up with you soon.” You couldn’t fight the tears from falling from your eyes at the thought of Seungmin breaking up with you, but you knew your friend was right. He would break up with you at some point because you didn’t deserve him in the first place.

“Seungmin, I want to break up.” You thought that it would be easier if you broke up with Seungmin before he could break up with you.

“I don’t. What is this about?” he asked you.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t feel the same way about you as I used to,” you say. It’s a lie, but he doesn’t have to know.

“What do you mean? We were fine yesterday. Did I do something?” he questions.

“No, it’s not you Seungmin, it's me. I’m sorry my feelings changed. I didn’t want to hurt you, so I didn’t tell you sooner, but I can’t do this anymore.”

“Is that really how you feel?” he choked. He didn’t want to break up with you, but if it would make you happier he would have to. You nodded your head.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. Your tears cascaded as you watched him leave.

Safe to say when your so-called friend hit on him right after your break up Seungmin was pissed. Even more pissed when your friend talked about how you weren’t good enough for him. That he certainly had to be getting bored after months of dating you. He just about strangled her when she suggested that she could keep him entertained way better than you could.

“You didn’t need to break up with me, what you needed was a better friend!” Seungmin stormed into your apartment. You forgot he had a key.

“Seungmin-” you started.

“You lied to me too.” He was clearly angry.

“Seungmin, I'm sorry. I did always have thoughts that you were too good for me and then my friend said-”

“They’re not your friend!” Seeungmin cut in. “A friend wouldn’t do that!”

“Then they said that you were getting bored of me,”

“Bored of you? Y/n the favorite part of my day is getting to see you,” Seungmin admits. “Never once have I been bored of you. You’re the light of my life. Everything felt so dark after you broke up with me. I need you. Come back to me please. I promise you’re everything I want and more.”

“Promise?” you sniffled.

“Promise,” Seungmin stated. You ran back into his arms right where you belong.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

“What did Hyeongjun see in you?” It was a question you couldn’t find the answer to no matter how hard and long you thought about it. You didn’t understand why he liked you when there were so many better options out there for him. He was way out of your league. You really had no business being together with him. You should have turned him down when he asked you out, but he was too sweet to resist. You thought that maybe your self doubt would disappear with time, but it was quite on the contrary. It grew with time. The longer you were with Hyeongjun the more you felt like you didn’t deserve him. You decided that it was time to let him go.

“Hyeongjun I’m sorry, but we need to break up,” you stated. Hyeongjun felt his heart crack on the stop.

“N-no w-why would you say that? I did something didn’t I? Y/n I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I’ll be a better boyfriend,” he stammered out.

“Be a better boyfriend?” What was he talking about? He was the best boyfriend there could possibly be. You were the one who needed to be better.

“Yes, I’ll be better. I promise ok? Please don’t leave me.” Tears fell from his eyes as he desperately grabbed onto one of your hands with both of his.

“You don’t need to be better Hyeongjun. I’m the one who needs to be better,” you tell him.

“What?” he asked, still not letting go of your hand.

“I’m the one who needs to be better. I’m not good enough for you Hyeongjun. For the longest time I’ve been stuck thinking about what you could possibly see in me. I can never think of an answer. There’s nothing to see in me,” you revealed.

“Y/n that is not true at all,” Hyeongjun says.

“Then what do you see in me?” you asked him the question that had been haunting you.

“Everything. I see my happiness, my world, my future, my hopes and dreams. I see the person I want to spend the rest of my life with,” Hyeongjun tells you.

“How could you possibly see that?” Hyeongjun moves his hands to cup your face.

“Because that’s what you mean to me, everything.” He rests his forehead against yours. “Sometimes I just don’t know if I deserve to be your everything like you are mine,” he confesses.

“You’re my everything too,” you reveal. He holds you like you’re his everything and you do the same.

Jooyeon

“Jooyeon could do so much better, don’t you think?” You hear someone gossip.

“One hundred percent. I don’t get why he is with them. Specially for so long. Certainly they aren’t that great.”

“Literally not possible.” You hear laughter proceed their conversion. It’s not the first time you’ve heard people say that you aren’t right for Jooyeon. That he could do way better than you. At first you tried to brush it off, but you felt their words lingering around you. Soon enough you couldn’t help but think about them too. How Jooyeon was out of your league. That you were nowhere near good enough for him. He deserved better. You shouldn’t keep holding him back from what he deserved.

“I want to break up,” you tell Jooyeon.

“I don’t.” He replied almost too casually.

“Jooyeon come on. I’m being serious,” you say. Jooyeon sits up from where he laid on the couch.

“I’m being serious too. Why should we break up anyway? There is no good reason to,” he questions. You left out a mix between a laugh and a chuckle.

“Funny that you say good reasons,” you said.

“How is that funny?”

“Because I’m not good enough for you,” you answered.

“What kind of crap is that! You are so good enough for me!” he argues.

“No I’m not. There is no way you don’t hear people talk about how I’m not.”

“Why are you listening to no good people? I’m the only one who gets to decide if you’re good enough for me and I decided that you are better than good enough a long time ago,” he states.

“I feel like I’m not good enough for you though,” you confess. Jooyeon’s demeanor shifts to a softer one compared to his previous angry one.

“Why?” His voice almost cracked. You shrugged.

“I don’t know exactly why. I just wonder what makes me enough for you I guess.” You look down at your feet.

“Honestly I gave you my heart the first moment I looked at you. Sometimes we can’t exactly put things into words, but I just knew that you were the one for me. That I want to spend every waking moment of my life with you,” Jooyeon wraps his arms around your waist. “And I hope that you want to spend every moment of your life with me,” he adds.

“I do,” you tell him.

“Great. We basically just exchanged marriage vows so there is no way you can try to break up with me now,” Jooyeon jokes. You laughed, wrapping your arms back around him.

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blingblong55 · 9 months

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Hey Lover- Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Based on a request:

Hihoooo!! Me again :3 not here for smut this time. It's my sad girl hours... Again. Soap picking up the broken pieces of Graves' ex who is completely broken from Graves cheating and dumping her cuz "The girl I'm with is better for me." I just want someone to fix me asap like seriously

F!reader, fluff, civilian!reader

Philip Graves, the man who ruined your very soul. You loved him, saw him as the most perfect man in this world. In one moment it all changed, he cheated, and told you a lie that you of course believed. In November, after you and him ended things he was on a mission. Met a man nicknamed Soap, and they talked about their lives, becoming close friends. At some point, he talks about you, and talks about you, Soap didn't know names or faces.

In March, you met him, you were at a dinner with friends when you just couldn't take the loud crowds anymore. You walk outside and bump into him. "Shit, sorry," you say, already feeling overwhelmed. "No, I should apologise, I didn't see where I was going." His Scottish accent was rough.

"I didn't either." You look at him. You both chuckle and he extends his hand, "John, friends call me Johnny" You shake his hand, "R/N," you smile a little. No man will ever love you. His words ring through.

"Nice to meet you, R/N."

"Nice to meet you too, John.."

"Johnny to you.." he winks and you nod, "Johnny." you softly say.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you. "So, are you...single? It's not like you look like the kind to be...I'm not calling you... Anything rude, you are just so..pretty and I keep on talking... Why don't I just give you my whole life story while I keep rambling." he spoke fast and you chuckled. He was so adorable this way, how nervous he was because of you. The first time he was ever this way with a woman. He took a deep breath and looked at you, "can I get a redo so you think I'm much cooler than I appear right now?" eyes pleading for just a second chance.

"um...yes...I mean I think you already did such a good job but sure"

"Hi, I'm Johnny and I'd like to take you out somewhere someday if you let me that is."

Graves was like this in the beginning, so sweet and such a gentleman and of course things changed. It was so hard to trust men like him and now here you were, thinking that maybe history repeats itself and this man in front of you would do what Graves did.

After that night, Soap started to prove he meant what he said on the first date. You opened up about an ex when noticed how hesitant you were with him. "Sounds fuckin' stupid but believe me, I will prove you wrong, I am better. Can you give me a chance?"

Since then he and you have created some rules and boundaries. (bold are rules made by him)

If he knows you are uncomfortable, he will apologise or not mention it and move on

You must accept all the flowers he gives you

You can say no to everything and he will not pry or do anything forcefully (unless you haven't eaten which will result in him trying to feed you)

If you think he is talking to some other girls (romantically), you can and will stop all communication with him

You can take all his hoodies and even shirts as long as he can get a kiss on the cheek as payment

No more talking about exes or situation-ships

If you are insecure about anything, body, actions or emotions, he wants you to be open about them, and never leave anything unsaid

Never argue and go to sleep, talk it out.

Goodbye kisses before missions are a must

For months on end, he has followed all the rules and boundaries you have set for yourself. Even if he needs a hug you aren't currently comfortable with, he will wait and never complain. One night, you saw graves with some new girl by his side. He was kissing her, and he saw you and Soap. But before you could even think clearly, Soap wrapped his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and whispering sweet nothings.

One night, your insecurities got the best of you, you had been trying to wear some dress for an event. Back then, Graves would've made some comment that would make you stay indoors for quite some time. "You look ridiculous, too much for what? take it off, you look hideous anyways."

"You look so beautiful," his voice soft, eyes glued to your dress then your face. "Seriously, the most gorgeous girl in this world and I get to be in your presence? What a lucky fucker I am." Arms wrapped around your waist, he and you looking at the mirror. "You really take my breath away, R/N." He kissed your cheek. Mesmerised is what you had this man at. He truly worships the ground you walk on. His personal goddess, if he could, he'd built you, your own Taj Mahal. You can see the love in his eyes, one look at you and you melt him away.

Two days into the relationship, he got on his knees in front of you. You sat on the sofa, looking down at him, confused. "What are you doing?"

"One, I'm taking your shoes off, two, I think you look ravishing in this light I just needed more angles to look from." You smile and look away. The first time he had complimented you this way.

Slowly, he sat patiently and watched as you healed. He saw how you found a new meaning in life. Life brought back to your beautiful eyes, a smile that was no longer hidden. Graves past comments about your body, laugh, ideas, smile, and dreams were all erased one by one, all possible because he gave you space and time to heal. The days where you cried over how easily he loved you and accepted all of you were the days he was the most proud, not because of your tears but because you were learning you are indeed loveable and worthy of much more. Nights and days where he sat on your bed as you bawled your eyes out, the many mornings he woke up to your smile, evenings where you'd get random bursts of energy, those are the times he loves you the most.

Soap has been in love the minute he saw you, and took time to realise he was not just any passing star but rather the man you are walking the aisle to. He scrubbed you clean and clothed you with silk clothes. Kiss your scars, and bad memories and create better ones. New love and old ones all came together to create the perfect time you and him would fall in love.

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A/N: Really hope you like it :)

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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Imagine being an Avenger who's close to Shuri and getting hurt on a mission

"Ross where is y/n."

Everett Ross tripped over his own two feet as his music was abruptly cut off and replaced by the familiar voice of the Princess of Wakanda. Fortunately though he was able to catch himself preventing what would've been a nasty face-plant. "Shuri um how are you doing this?"

"I hacked your phone colonizer now answer my question. Where is y/n" Shuri said impatiently.

"I'm not sure what her exact location is-" He started but was cut off.

"Is she on a mission?" There was a urgent tone in her voice that wasn't there before.

"Princess she's an Avenger for hire these days who only really goes where she feels like she's needed. So yes she very well could be but I don't exactly keep tabs on things like that. Once the Sokovia Accords were appealed, organizations lost access to enhanced who didn't want to be tracked." Ross explained.

Shuri let out a huff of frustration. "Thanks for nothing colonizer."

She hung up before he could hang up, and his music was blaring into his ears again.

"Princess you asked for me" Okoye said descending the stairs into the lab.

Shuri turned to the General with a panicked look on her face. "I need you to do something for me. It might the kind of task you're use-" Okoye gripped her by the shoulders making her pause the rambling. "Whatever it is you wish me to do I will happily do it without question. You know this so tell me what is the mission?" she reassured her.

"I need you to follow the coordinates of y/n's kimoyo beads and bring her back to Wakanda please" Shuri told her.

The request indeed caught Okoye off guard as she frowned a bit unsure if she heard her correctly. "You want me to retrieve an Avenger and bring her back here" she repeated.

Shuri threw her hands up into the hair before tangling them in her hair. "Yes her heart rate is going at fast rate which means she's in danger. What if she's out there somewhere alone and dying. No one is going to be." Her voice cut off as Shuri took a few steps back to brace herself up against a sand table. She swallowed hard with tears pooling up in the corners of her eyes. "Okoye please just find her" she whispered in a broken voice.

Okoye covered the distance between them with two long strides to pull the Princess into her arms. Realizing just exactly what was wrong with her, and why she was so upset. Two months had gone by since T'Challa's death, and while Shuri wanted everyone to believe that she was doing just fine. The General knew it was all facade just as well as her mother did, and the thought of losing anyone else she cared about put her on edge. But if that thought started to become reality the girl would truly go off the deep end. You were one of the few Avengers who was invited by the Queen herself to attend the funeral. You dropped everything to be there considering you were pretty close to him and his family. But you were closer to Shuri more than anyone else in Wakanda, and even though you stayed for a whole two weeks. After the ceremony it didn't feel like enough to her, and she begged you to stay longer. Especially when you revealed why you it was so important that you returned to the states. Apparently there were a number of mission requests piling up from all over the world.

"I'll leave immediately to find her" Okoye whispered pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Shuri nodded against her chest then pulled away to let her go.

Somewhere in Washington

See the best thing about being a dragon is there wasn't much that could hurt you. Literally once you let your dragon scales break free no weapon could pierce through them. Bullets would just bounce off while blades would either glance off of you, or just break depending on what material. It was made out of not even vibranium had the strength to get past your defenses. Unfortunately though that tended to make you cocky enough to forget. There was still weapons out there that could hurt you. Those weapons just usually had to be enchanted in someway or not of this world.

Your eyes widened in pain and disbelief as the dagger embedded itself into your chest. The thug wielding it grinned when it pushed through the scales, and started to twist it. You let out a deep rumbling growl and back handed him across the face. He was knocked back into a tree a few feet away and fell to the ground unconscious. When your hand gripped the hilt of the dagger to yank it out. A wave of overwhelming agony was sent through out entire body. You dropped to one knee letting out another pained growl. Two gunmen lined up behind you spread out in order to surround you. The object was simple take you down and deliver you to whatever freak set this trap for you. Doctor Strange reached out to you a couple of days ago, and asked if you had time to check out. Some new cult of magic users on the rise hiding in the woods of Washington. There had been numerous disappearances of some of the sorcerers stationed in here setting off the alarm. You accepted it and rejected Bucky's offer to tag along thinking it would be a walk in the park. You were starting to regret that decision.

A pair of giant black wings with horns at the ends sprouted out from your back and wrapped your body. Just as they started firing their guns a flurry of bullets rained upon you. But all of them ricocheted off of your wings not a single one breaking through. You wanted until your ears picked up on the familiar clicking noise of an empty gun chamber. Before pulling your wings back and turning around let a maelstrom of fire pour from your mouth. Screams of terror and pain filled the air as the flames devoured them. You reeled in your firebreathing once you were sure they were no longer a problem. The surrounding area was singed by the flames, but there was no threat of a forest fire. With your dragon sight you were able to look off into the distance to see. If there were anymore enemies waiting behind a tree or something to ambush you. Once you confirmed there wasn't you let yourself fall to the ground on your side.

The dagger was still embedded in your chest, and you were unable to remove it yourself. Which was going to be a problem in a few minutes, metal like this could be fatal for dragons. The longer it stayed in the weaker you would get, and it prevented you from healing as well. Who knows how long it would take for the cult to send out more members. If they found you like this you would be defenseless, heck you might be unconscious. Your ears picked up the distant sound of a whistling in the air. You rolled onto your back to glance up at the sky. Just in time to see a white ring of light come down on you, and then your body was being lifted from the ground. You were being beamed up into a familiar aircraft, but the pain knocked you out. Before you reached the inside of the jet.

Wakanda

When you finally came to you found yourself lying on a medical table that was way more comfortable than what it looked. The room you was in was a bit unfamiliar, and when the events from the woods came back. You panicked shooting up into a sitting postion the pain in your chest flared up. Making you let out a cry of pain, but instead of laying back down. You threw your legs over the table to attempt to stand. You made it all of three steps before nearly collapsing, but a pair of strong arms caught you by the shoulders. Whoever it was guided you back to the medical table."

"Easy Avenger you're still injured that cut hasn't disappeared yet" a familiar voice said. You looked up into the warm brown eyes of Okoye, and relief filled your body. Instantly you stopped resisting and let her help you back onto the table.

"Where am I?" You asked curiously

"You're in the palace's infirmary. You've been unconscious for about six hours since I picked you up from Washington" she told you.

"Cool and while I'm grateful for the save. How exactly did you know where I was?"

Okoye gestured to your wrist where the kimoyo beads that Shuri gifted you. A couple of months ago rested, and it clicked in your head that it was Wakanda technology. Which meant she was probably able to track you with it. "Is Shuri keeping tabs on me?" You asked a bit taken back.

"The beads aren't just for tracking y/n they are connected your heart rate as well. When you were fighting earlier it was high and it worried Shuri who sent me to assist you." Okoye said taking a seat at the end of the table.

That made more sense and it didn't surprise you considering. Wakanda was the most technological advanced nation in the world. "I guess I owe you one if you join me on my way back to America, I'll treat you to Starbucks." You knew how much the General wanted to try the popular coffee chain. It was a running joke that she wanted one built in Wakanda, but the idea was turned down. At least the Council didn't see the installation of a Starbucks as a urgent matter.

Her eyes lit up with joy for a quick second before it vanished just as fast replaced with a look of uncertainty. You tilted your head to the side "is something else wrong?"

"Do you think its possible that you could stay in Wakanda for a little longer?" she asked a hint of sadness in her voice. By all means you did see Okoye as a close friend, but you never thought your absence bothered her this much. So there had to be something else going on here.

"I would love to but I have a mission to get back to kind of. Those guys in the woods need to be dealt with plus I gotta check-in with Strange, and let him know what happened."

"Can Strange not takeover the operation himself. You're in no condition to go back in the field y/n" she argued.

"Okoye do you want to tell me what is really going on here, because this isn't the General of the Dora Milaje speaking. You know better than anyone else that the mission comes first. I'm not exactly on death's door" You said propped up on your elbows.

"Why don't you try to convince Shuri of that?" Okoye snapped at you. And there it was the main reason you were truly here, and why she didn't want you to leave yet. You spoke to the Princess nearly everyday always taking time out of your day to check on her. No matter what you had going on, but you had slipped the past two days. Too busy tracking the cult and trying to locate where they were hiding out yet.

"How is she doing?" You asked her in a softer voice.

"Not too well she walks around here pretending like everything is okay, and throws herself into her technology. Today when she asked me to go retrieve you that's the first time I've seen her show so real emotions in months since his death. I think she feared that she was going to lose you today."

You started to sit up again making Okoye jump forward with a disapproving look to push you back down. "No take me to her she needs to see I'm okay."

"Y/N you can barely walk just rest a bit longer" she protested.

"Okoye you can either help me to her, or I can crawl my way around this palace until I find her." You said in a tone that left no room for discussion. She muttered something you couldn't make out about stubborn heroes, but pulled one of your arms over her shoulders. Then wrapped an arm around your waist so you could lean on her, and the two of you started the journey to the lab.

The elevator doors opened revealing a stressed out Shuri moving a fingers along a screen with a bunch of numbers and equations on it. "Shuri your favorite Avenger is finally awake" Okoye said slowly exiting the elevator with you in tow.

Shuri dropped the tablet in her hand as she whirled around. Just like that the stress was gone from her body replaced with a strong sense of relief. She let out a strangled cry at the sight of you being held up by Okoye with a hand pressed to the injury on your chest. It was obvious you were in no condition to be walking. But at least you were awake and smiling at her.

Okoye made her way to one of the tables that were clear. She let you pull away arms still outstretched as you hoped onto to it. You settled there letting your legs dangle over the edge a second later Shuri's body crashed into yours. As she pushed her way between your legs to wrap her arms around your neck. Burying her face into your shoulder you gritted your teeth in pain but returned the hug. Okoye gave you a quick nod before leaving.

You and her stayed like that for a long time at some point you felt the wetness from her tears. She was silently crying muffling the sound with your shoulder. Your arms tightened around her waist "hey it's okay I'm okay Shuri," you repeated over and over again in her ear.

"Please don't leave me" she begged.

"I have no intention on doing so ever" You told her.

Shuri pulled back to press her forehead against yours with her eyes closed. She let out a few shaky breaths before going on. "Stay here with me for a while longer please."

You found yourself saying yes without even thinking about it. It looked like Doctor Strange would have to take over the mission after all.

#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #black panther imagine #shuri imagine #shuri x reader #okoye x reader

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yayforocs · 3 months

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I!!! ok ok these were who i was actually originally going to make helsmets for but then i remembered aron was originally a minecraft oc and she Immediately Took The Spotlight bUT I!!!! made some helsmets of the minecraft crew (even tho their helsmets would certainly not be a crew) to fill @silverskye13's sandbox with!!!!! i will ramble!! under cut!!

SO FIREMITE

He was like the first one (maybe second??) that i came up with an idea for, and it was actually the redesigns that did it! i mentioned that he kept his more sculk-y eye and half of his face hidden bc it could freak ppl out and then also i realized that i'd kinda visualized him as a happy ray of sunshine all the time and it perfectly opened the door to! suppression. like if he's perfect beam of sunshine all the time then he's gotta be suppressing/hiding A Lot Of StuffTM, both physically (hiding as much of his warden influence as possible) and emotionally (only showing others his happiness), so i made his helsmet based off that! :V it's also kinda what firemite is afraid to be seen as i think, bc if he saw his helsmet all he would see is what about himself would scare ppl.

Tyratone was my second!! I'm pretty sure! she might've been first. but Tyr looks around at her friend group and sees that everyone else contributes- fire brings up resources from underground, aqua makes connections to other folks to keep them on good terms, and razor keeps the group protected from physical threats. She just.. has her little indoor farm. Collects crops every so often. Mostly keeps her cats alive. Messes around with firemite n tags along with razor to scout out sometmes. Like what does she even do. (She provides for the group but thinks it a task that any of them could do and that she's not really needed, even tho they do all rely on her to keep them going. Any of them *could* step into that role alongside what they do, it's simple enough, but they all appreciate having her around bc she's fun and enjoys simple things, and keeps the group together.) She thinks it only a matter of time before she's kicked out bc she's not really doing much, and so her helsmet is based around proving her worth through what she can do for other people!

Aqua took me a bit to fully realize; i had a vague idea for a while but it was toeing the line of similarity to tyr's and i didn't want repeats, so i sat and thought for a bit. in his original bio, i'd put that he kinda missed only having two ppl in the group, and that he thinks he's the leader but isn't. ok, so throwing these two things together, i can kinda figure that maybe he missed only having two people bc it meant that his opinions carried more weight, because it was only ever up against one other, instead of three others. he gets ideas of what he thinks is best and what he thinks they should do at any given time and the others tend to go with razor's ideas more than his, and it gets to him. he feels like they don't really listen to him at all, which they do and give consideration to his input, but he gets jealous and upset that razor's ideas are gone with more. so his hels is someone that constantly strives to be heard and to be listened to and to be viewed as important! i'm not actually sure if how i ended up implementing that works or not, but that's what i was able to come up with :V (the cane is just to look neat, and also it's netherite so heavy bonking stick as well should he need it sdklfj)

and then razor! razor. good night he gave me trouble. i wanted to draw him so badly and could not for the life of me figure out what his hels would be of. like i knew he'd be a fighter, but like. why would he exist in the first place?? i kinda thought about how i'd designed him and what personality traits i'd given him- he wears a lot of layers, most of his face is covered, long sleeves, it's a kinda closed-off wardrobe. and he's phlegmatic, so he goes with the flow a lot. maybe his thing is that he's doing what he can to keep the group safe, sure, but he also wants to try to stay a little closed-off, so that if he fails one day to keep them safe, it won't hurt as much and would be easier to move on. tossing around the idea that maybe that had happened with folks he was previously with- before he and fire met aqua and tyr, and maybe even before he met fire. not sure yet, (still not entirely certain on his hels concept at all tbh) but that's the fun of being in the middle of developing characters and their stories!! trying stuff out and seeing if it sticks!!

ANYWAY if u read all of that bLESS YOU ilysm these were really fun to figure out and make!!! also cannot believe i hecking. i did all these today, this afternoon/evening dslkfjsdkl i'm going to bed Extremely LateTM but it is worth it!!! i did it!!!! i'm so happy i love them sm qvq ty silver for writing such a cool hecking story that provides so so much inspiration and such a fun world to play around in, this was a fantastic exercise in character development for these four, who just existed as bullet points prior :V

#redstone and skulk #minecraft oc #firemite #tyratone #aquafinity #razormane #hi hello it is me again with more helsmet designs #-helsmit? helsmet?? whichever one lskdfj #all of my rambling is in the readmore this time so no paragraphs of tags!!

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Day 1 (AU Prompt): Bad Ending

Man I underperformed for this one imo. I wanted to do more but the art block fucking slapped me just in time

So after asking the event host puhpandas if just talking about this was enough and getting yes as an answer, I present to you this AU I came up with after the release of Ruin but didn't know how to share it, we have this AU (it's original name was the Illustrated Lullaby AU but I'm not sure if the name really sticks for me).

TL;DR in case my insane ramblings about this AU I have never mentioned anywhere before but have had in my mind for months are incomprehensible: Burntrap Ending is canon, Gregory dies while separated from Freddy, possesses Daycare Attendant, and when Cassie eventually shows up come Ruin Gregory tries to tell her what actually happened to him, eventually having to do it through comics since he can't really get through Eclipse.

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Everything is the same as the base game's Burntrap Ending until the actual ending cutscene. Glamrock Freddy gets stuck behind while Gregory, who's smaller, can still move forward. He hates having to leave Freddy behind after bonding the whole night, but Freddy also wanted him to keep going and get out of the flaming sinkhole as quickly as possible. The problem is that he got lost. Any way out he found was already either on fire or blocked by the fallen debris, until there was no way out. Eventually smoke inhalation killed him from being near the fire for so long.

I'm not quite sure how Gregory ends up possessing the Daycare Attendant in the original just-after-Ruin cut, but then I noticed just how similar this was to Charlie's death and possessing the Puppet, so I decided to stick with the "history repeats itself" idea to a degree. The Daycare Attendant finds him once the fire dies down: Gregory is still alive yet past saving, but at least getting him out of the hell pit in case anyone comes looking for him would be nice. Little guy dies shortly after the two of them get out of the sinkhole (it's easier when you're tall and used to climbing things like the DCA).

I know this is about Gregory but imagine being the Daycare Attendant watching this kid die, only to hear him "wake up" 30 seconds after in your head. That's pretty much what happened here and both parties freak out. FazEnt. wiped most of the popularly-known stuff about the animatronics being possessed so it seemed more like a joke when kids' grandparents brought it up. Sun and Moon didn't expect it to be a real thing, or that they'd be stuck with the ghost kid for an indefinite amount of time. Gregory took a little longer to realize he died since he wasn't fully conscious when it happened, but when he did figure it out he was pretty much bawling (he usually holds it back or suppresses it, but since he could feel Sun and Moon's emotions, he guessed that they could do the same with him and it was pointless trying to hide it this time).

It's kinda random stuff to bridge the gap of a few months between base Security Breach and Ruin. Gregory meets Sassy Sun (A.K.A. how Sun ACTUALLY acts as shown in HW 2) and that's pretty funny to him since before the sinkhole they genuinely seemed childish, they draw stuff together since they all enjoy art, etc.. They're all stuck together, so they have to get to know each other if they don't want to go absolutely insane. Only about half of the daycare is destroyed (it would definitely be more if I'm being accurate to real sinkholes) and it's a mostly safe place as almost every dangerous animatronic melted in the pit. All three of the bodymates have pretty much agreed not to go back down there, for understandable reasons.

Ruin arrives, and Cassie's getting a call on her Roxy talkie supposedly from Gregory that he's in the sinkhole. We all know where this leads but hey, dramatic irony. Everything once again goes as Ruin does at the beginning minus the Monty attack and Glamrock Chica appearing, except after rebooting Eclipse, they join her (after a lot of pushing from Gregory since it became clear she wasn't leaving). He tries to tell her that he's there, but since Sun and Moon merged to make Eclipse, he doesn't really have much he can do in the terms of speech. But he's still given the freedom to draw, so he tries using that. And it somewhat starts working. Whenever Cassie isn't one the move, he's making a clue as to try and at least let her know that whoever is on the other end of the line isn't him.

I don't know how I want this AU to actually end. Part of me wants to lean completely into the "history repeats itself" idea and have Gregory start Puppet 2: Electric Boogaloo, but he's also his own character and might not do that simply because to him, this is hell, and he doesn't want Cassie experiencing that even if it means she's gone for good. Or maybe it has a good ending where the cycle doesn't quite repeat, and she goes free with closure on what happened to Gregory. I'm definitely leaning to "history repeats itself" though.

And a height chart because it's all my dumb ass could draw before the art block took my lunch money

Idk if this is actually how tall the DCA is but the idea of them being comically tall and towering over the kiddos is fun okay

@ggyweek2024

#ggy fanweek 2024 #fyrefrosts fnaf au hell #fnaf au #fnaf gregory #fnaf cassie

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 9 months

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Battle Of The Knights Pt. 4: And The Winner Is...

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: nothin- you're safe

Genre: fluff- still just fluff lol

Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?

A/N: is anyone actually interested in reading the alt endings for this story 🤣 cuz ik nobody actually wants to pick

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You took a week to mull it over. To really consider your options and what the best approach to this conversation with them would be. Eventually, when you've given yourself headaches from trying to predict the future, you cave in and text the trio knowing you can't continue to delay the inevitable.

Hey guys. I've made a decision. Meet me at our usual cafe for lunch tomorrow. How's 3?

You're not sure who responds to you. It's short and whoever it is doesn't sign off like they usually do.

sounds great. see you then

Maybe Marc or Jake. When the trio is anxious Jake usually has to deal with things but it's possible Marc is taking the wheel since he's known you the longest. You're almost certain the text isn't from Steven, he always uses full sentences with proper punctuation and capitalization when he texts. He's also pretty fond of exclamation marks and emoticons. A text from Steven would probably look more like 'Sounds great! See you then! :)'

Jake seems the most likely sender of the text, but it really doesn't matter either way. They'll be there and you need to address all three of them anyway. When you walk into the cafe, they're already there and they stand up when you walk over to them.

"Y/n! Hey!" It's Marc who greets you and gives you a hug.

"Hi, Marc. Thanks for coming." You say taking a seat across from him.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. We're happy to see you. Steven was starting to get super worried." Marc says.

"Oh was he?" You chuckle.

"Yeah, you know how he gets." Marc shrugs.

"How I get?! I wasn't the one checking our phone every ten minutes. He was way more anxious about this than I-"

"Steven. I know." You cut off his rambling with a chuckle even though the sudden switch caught you by surprise.

"You know?" Steven blinks at you.

"Of course I do. Marc isn't as subtle as he thinks he is." You muse.

"Oh- okay." He says.

"Would you like to stick around for this or do you want Marc or Jake to come out before I get into the details?" You ask.

"I- I take it I'm not going to like how this conversation goes? If you're offering me an out?" He frowns.

"I'm not sure actually."

"You're not sure? I thought you called us here because you made a decision?" He tilts his head.

"I did. Kind of. Actually, I have some questions to ask first. I'm only offering you an out because I know you don't like dealing with unfamiliar territory and I don't think this will be a very comfortable conversation." You say.

"Questions for who?" Steven asks.

"Well, technically all of you."

"I'll stick around then." He says hesitantly.

"Okay then. Well, I guess my main question is, out of curiosity- what was the plan? Like- long term, for the three of you?" You ask.

"What do you mean?" He shakes his head.

"If I choose one of you, even if best case scenario it doesn't alter my friendships with the other two- what about their romantic lives? Did you all plan to just have three completely separate dating lives for the rest of forever?" You ask. There's a moment of silence as Steven registers your question. You can tell from the look on his face he's never even thought about it before.

"Do you have a mirror?" Steven asks. You reach into your bag and pull out the compact you usually carry.

"Here." You hand it to him and he opens it and puts it on the table in front of him. You know it's so Marc and Jake can easier communicate with him.

"We- never really thought about it. I guess so." Steven says.

"See that's the thing. I was thinking about it and logistically how would that even work? I mean you guys are of course individuals but you do share a body. It's a strange situation to put someone in, sharing their boyfriend with one or two other people even if it's just physically because it's not like you can tell every first date you go on that you have a personality disorder and one of your alters already has a girlfriend but if you hide that information for too long it would totally screw up your chances with that person." You explain.

"So- instead of focusing on the decision you were supposed to make you've been worrying about what your choice could mean for the others?"

"Well, yeah. I care about all of you was that not obvious?"

"It's always been obvious but-"

"What are you suggesting muñequita?" Jake interrupts whatever Steven was going to say with his question.

"Jake." You say as a way of acknowledging the switch.

"Before you ask, Steven didn't run off, I took over because he's gonna beat around the bush and I want to get to the point already."

"Well it wasn't nice of you to cut him off like that Jake." You frown.

"He'll be fine. Y/n, what are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting that you learn how to share. All three of you."

"Share?" Jake raises an eyebrow at you.

"The best chance for all of you to have a happy, healthy, fulfilling, long-term relationship is to date one person. That or you- take turns for the rest of your life for who will be able to pursue romance. This separate but equal life y'all have been trying to maintain will not work here. You date one person, who knows all of you and loves all of you or only one of you gets that happy ending because you can't expect three women to date three minds in one body. In that scenario, nobody is getting it all and you are spread entirely too thin." You sigh.

"So, what does that mean? For you." Jake crosses his arms.

"For me? Nothing. It doesn't have to be me that you choose. I just think it would be better for you all to find one person that you're willing to go through that kind of experience with. I mean clearly, despite having very different personalities there are interests that you share in a partner evidently. So I think you should look for- for somebody that could love all of you because you are a system- you work best together even if you don't think so. I've seen it."

"So you will not make a choice? Is that what I'm understanding here?" He asks and you shake your head.

"I won't choose one of you. I can't do that because it creates a very complex situation for everyone involved. Have you even thought about dating the same person before?"

"This is as intertwined as our dating lives have ever gotten. I mean- you know I don't date for a myriad of reasons and Steven can hardly start a conversation with a woman and Marc- he's equally as hopeless in a very different way. We haven't talked about dating really because we don't think about it. Too much else is going on." He shrugs.

"Are you against it?" You ask.

"Sharing a partner? We- we have never thought about that until just now when you brought it up." Jake says. You watch his eyes flick down to the mirror and he makes a face at something Marc or Steven said.

"What if we wanted to do it- with you?" It's Marc that asks you this question. You're surprised they switched out, since Marc was really only around to say hello you almost thought he'd stay inside for the whole conversation.

"What?" You blink.

"What if we wanted to date you? All of us. I mean- you've already been on dates with each of us, you've always cared for all of us- do you think, do you think you could be that person we choose to try that experience with? You said you won't choose one of us over the others so- what if we didn't want you to choose?"

"Just to be clear I didn't bring this idea to you as a loophole for me. You don't have to date me. I want you all to be happy and this just seemed like the most reasonable way to ensure that." You say.

"I know. We know. But we also don't want to look for someone else. We- our hearts, heart? Our feelings are for you. We have no interest in suppressing them or trying to replicate them with someone else. We think- we, us and you, work well together. Plus I honestly don't think Jake would consider dating anyone else anyway." Marc says and you can't help but chuckle at the last bit.

"And you're sure? This is what you want? All of you?"

"Do you want to hear each of us say yes?" Marc asks. You pause for a second trying to decide if his suggestion is serious.

"That would help honestly." You nod.

"Okay. I dunno if you wanna hear me say it since I'm the one suggesting it to you but I want this." Marc says.

"Yeah, I gathered." You giggle.

"I hate to admit it but he's right I have no interest in dating anyone else. It's you or no one. At least for me." Jake says albeit a bit grumbly.

"Just so we're clear, you understand I'd be not only your girlfriend but Steven and Marc's too, right?" You ask.

"It was me you brought up the sharing a partner thing to in the first place muñequita, I get it. I think you're right, but I'm only in if it's you. We are best with you." Jake says.

"I don't think you need me to be your best, but I appreciate the sentiment."

"Do not start with me." Jake warns but before he can say anything else, Steven nudges his way to front.

"I'm in as well. I'm not- assertive the way Jake is or smooth like Marc, but- if you'll have me-"

"Steven I have never thought of you as less than Jake or Marc. I care for you the same as I do them and you don't need to be like them. I want you to be you. I don't need two Jakes and I certainly don't need two Marcs. I do need one Steven though. Okay?" You look at him and hope your eyes show the sincerity of your words.

"I can definitely work with that."

"I hope so- I've already hand-picked you for it." You smile which Steven returns.

"So, will you be our girlfriend? Mine and Jake's and Marc's? Now that it's clear we're all on the same page about being with you."

"I would love to be your girlfriend." You giggle.

"We should take you on a date. As a unit this time as opposed to what we did before." Steven says.

"Sounds good." You nod. "This time I'm planning it." You add after a moment.

"Now wait a damn minute-" Marc scoffs.

"Nope! You each got to plan a date for me. It's my turn now that is only fair." You say.

"We asked you though." He says.

"We're dating now who cares? We'll take turns planning dates." You shrug and stand from the table. You walk over and kiss his cheek. "I have to get back to mine. I have work to finish. Since you're no longer in competition, you can discuss your dates with each other. I'll text you when I've figured out our plans for the next one." You tell them.

"We can see you before then, right?" Marc asks.

"Of course, you can. Come over later if you like." You say grabbing your bag and your mirror.

"We'll call!" Steven shouts after you as you leave. You blow him a kiss over your shoulder and then you're gone. As nervous as you were about it, this is the only outcome you were hoping for when you texted them last night. You can't imagine another way this ended that would have you as happy as you are right now.

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sapphim · 1 year

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this is gonna be a long rambly one, and probably repeating a lot of things that have already been said, sorry

I think the failure of the friendship/rivalry system in DA2 is so interesting and like. obviously it was an experiment, they hadn't tried it before, and it was implemented on a game with a very short development, so they obviously didn't have time to really think through the implications and refine it. and I think it's not unfair to label it a failure, since they obviously returned to Origins-style approval for Inquisition. but I think because it was so experimental and unrefined it's interesting to examine like. I think part of the problem was that they had a pretty clear idea of what friendship entails, since that carried over from Origins, and the big failure is with rivalry simultaneously meaning a lot of different things to a lot of different characters (even in how you gain rivalry with a single character, those rivalr bumps will come from vastly different sources, even sometimes *things that you would gain friendship for if you were on the friendship path*) but like broadly, despite this, still having to mean "your characters will be closer/understand each other better and remain together in the climax" and that's even BEFORE throwing rivalmance into the mix.

and like I think, there's potential there, in that in some cases it works just fine! like take Isabela, and consider how it reinforces what they were presenting as her main character flaw at the start of DA2, being that... well! she freed a bunch of people once who were about to be sold into slavery, and that went sideways for her, landed her deep in debt, and she feared for her life, and things snowballed, and somehow this all lead to the qunari kirkwall invasion. and so she's sworn off that and it's every woman for herself now because that's so much less complicated than the hell her life has been for the past several years! and you have the chance to agree with her that, yes girl, personal freedom and liberty is paramount, so do what you want girl. or you can push back and say, hey, if you believe in personal liberty so much, isn't it sometimes necessary to sacrifice for the freedom of others? didn't you do that? wasn't that worth it? wouldn't you do it again? and it's great! it's fine! it gets heated and contentious but not abusive, and it's not dragging her out of her own ideals, it's pushing her further into examining what they really entail. and it's not really better or worse than the friendship path, it's just a different path to where she ends up as a person by act 3.

and then you look at how merrill's rivalry is like going. yeah. I think you're a small infant baby who can't make her own decisions, and that everything anyone ever did to prove you wrong was right and you are wrong and also, marethari was right to force you out of the clan and then continue to meddle in your life long after you left just to continue to prove to you how wrong you are, you wrong infant baby who is wrong and also a child. and also ruining the lives of everyone you touch! like a wrong demon baby who is evil and wrong. like! rubbish lmao.

and like I think that a DA2-style friendship-rivalry path with morrigan would be great! because with Origins-style friendship you shove gifts at her to make her forgive you for not committing crimes against humanity for the lolz, and getting into a rivalry to confront her head-on about, "girl, I know you were raised in a swamp by the abusive mother of the century, but we need to talk about the sociopathy" could be cool and interesting! and, like, there's kind of already the idea there with softening/hardening alistair and leliana as well, and I'm sure that could be expanded upon? but there are other characters I shan't name whose hypothetical rivalry paths haunt me to even briefly consider.

and I'm thinking, could this be solved by adding another axis? like turn it into an "agree" "disagree" axis ("coddle vs confront"? not in those exact terms but yk) and then still have that "I would die for you" vs "I would sell you to satan for a corn chip" axis for the things that would actively push them away? but that's overcomplicating things! by a lot! and you'd still be mapping some very different ideas onto an oversimplified system. so maybe that's way too much overcomplication for not enough benefit, and the return to a simple yes-no axis is right. I just think rivalry as a game system it was interesting and messy and worth thinking about

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shame-is-a-wasted-emotion · 16 days

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Hiii :) Yay, kiss prompts are back!! These are always so much fun.

17. ...to distract

Thank you for the prompt dear. This is the fastest I've attended a prompt.

Well running nose and seasonal cough has taken over me. But I can't help but writing this.

This story doesn't have a full distraction by kiss. It does have some distraction. Also I just wrote and I'm sending. So my writing may be mid and unpolished. Apologies for that.

So here it is: married! Klaine

Can't Help But Falling In Love

“Come on Joanne. Where are you taking me?”

“Shh…dad. I am not going to kidnap you. Trust me.”

It seemed like a very long walk. Like a walk on a long beach of lust soft sand. Except it was on the carpet on the wooden floor of their hallway.

Blaine didn't know what he was doing or where he was going. All he knew was that he was blinded by his teenage daughter by a black blind fold and now she was tugging him gently to somewhere in their apartment.

“Where are we going, dear?” Blaine repeated 4-5 times with no answers from the other side.

“Can you please be silent for a few minutes, dad? I promise. You will love our surprise.”

Blaine wanted to shut up hearing his daughter's quite annoyed tone. But a thousand thoughts hit him like a boomerang. Did he miss any important dates? Oh no, was it their wedding anniversary? How furious would Kurt be if it was their anniversary? But Blaine was pretty sure it was not their anniversary. Then what was it?

Little sparklings of giggles filled the hallway as they approached somewhere. Blaine could smell some familiarity in the air now. A whiff of Kurt's favourite scent and cool homely ambience of their bedroom hit Blaine,giving him some idea on where he was.

Another hand held him; their giggles were prominent now. And then a sudden pause of voices. Blaine could feel a body moving to the back of him and undoing the blind fold.

“Uggh…what is this?”

Blaine rubbed his eyes, trying to get his blurred eyes focused.

“Tadaa!!”

Blaine's eyes straight up focused on his husband who was standing in front of their vanity dresser, looking so charming with a hint of shy smile. Kurt was always amazing in his looks. But something was different.

“Is that- is that your wedding tuxedo?”

An instant hit of happy tears rolled down Blaine's cheek and Blaine was dragged down the memory lane spontaneously.

The tuxedo was still fit after twenty years of their marriage. Though Kurt had gained a few pounds and the coat was straining against his arms and legs, he was still the same in Blaine's eyes.

Blaine had the same lovey-dovey eyes he had on the day of their wedding, while he was standing at the start of the aisle at his soon to be husband, who was standing at the other end, near the altar. Their children held his hands firmly and walked him towards their papa.

The subtle play of their aisle walking song: A beautiful piano rendition of “Can't Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Prestly filled his ears, merging with the serenity of their bedroom.

His hands suddenly felt free and their children backed off, giving their parents some space.

“I know I've gained some weight and this tuxedo doesn't fit well anymore. I hope you love this. I was just looking into the wardrobe, trying to get rid of some old clothes for space and I found this. I just tried it on and I wanted you to see. Oh god, this isn't a good idea. I am not young for this tuxedo anymore. Maybe I should- mmph”

And a ramble blocking kiss took over, calming Kurt down and making Kurt forget what he was saying. Blaine held him by his waist with one hand and let the other hand explore his smooth velvet coat laden back.

For every second they were kissing, Kurt forgot what he was saying and Blaine forgot where he was. Their thoughts merged together and met at the same place and time: the moment they saw each other when Blaine walked towards him, down the aisle.

Gasping for air, they broke their kiss and stared into each other's eyes. They didn't know how they managed to take their breath away for twenty six years. But they knew something: their love for each other was a tale as old as time yet fresh and gorgeous as a rose.

Blaine didn't realise that they broke the kiss until he felt Kurt's thumb rubbing his cheek, wiping the stray tears.

Kurt giggled and broke eye contact first, which lead to Blaine giving a teary chuckle.

“What was I saying? Sorry, I was distracted by my gorgeous husband right here.”

“Oh is it? I think you were speaking about how gorgeous and young you look. How lovely and charming you look in this tuxedo. How you managed to take my breath away wearing this tuxedo.”

Blaine twirled Kurt and held him again, earning a blushed husband. Blaine's lips hovered over Kurt's ear as he spoke.

“Who said this wasn't a good idea? All I can see is my soon to be husband. So lovely and handsome.”

Kurt shook his finger wearing the wedding band and played along.

“But I am already married, Blaine.”

“Yeah? Me too. I'll marry you again if you want to.”

“Oh stop it, Blaine. I think my face will burst if you don't stop your icing talk.”

“What? You're in your tuxedo. Maybe I'll wear mine too. Maybe we'll leave Joanne and Marc here. And we'll elope. I'll marry you again. And we will be a young married couple again.”

“Blaine,that's insane.”

“Yeah, I am insane for you.”

Both of them held each other firmly, numb to their surroundings and distracted to each other.

“I think… it's our cue to leave now. These adults won't stop being disgusting with those kisses. See? They forgot about us too” Joanne commented to her brother.

“🎵All that work and what did it get me?🎵” Marc sang, earning an eye roll from his sister.

“🎵Why do I do it?🎵”

And Joanne dragged her brother, pressing her hand on his mouth.

Now back to the couple.

“Do you think I'm still pretty?”

“Do you doubt it?”

Blaine nuzzled into his neck, holding his hand as they started to slow dance. Blaine's steady voice singing “All Of Me” built on, filling the thick clouds of air containing Kurt's perfume. He loved Kurt, he loves him and he will love him. That's a promise forever.

“I'm too distracted to say yes”.

“Very well,” Blaine smiled and continued, holding each other's dance and getting lost in each other.

I hope you love this story and was DISTRACTED enough to glaze over my errors.

As for other prompts, I'll try to complete them soon. I have prompts of nearly 1 yr old. Can you believe?

#kiss prompts #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine #glee #blaine and kurt #klaine fanfiction #anna writes

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hi, english is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes... you know about the songs of bsd characters? I really love your analyzes and theories, it seems like there was nothing about songs among them, maybe there are any thoughts about them?

Hello there, Anon! I'm happy to hear that you like my posts :) And thank you so much for asking; as it happens, I do know about the songs. Though if I'm being honest, the only one I listen to semi-regularly is Tanizaki's "Bewitching Screens" (usually when I'm roleplaying/writing fanfiction with him and need the inspiration).

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I do have some thoughts, though I think the reason I never posted anything about the song is because I feel like the lyrics are kind of self-explanatory anyhow, but they do reinforce my interpretation/meta of Tanizaki.

Rambles under the cut :)

His song has a very low key, chill vibe, but only at first. It goes from carefree and casual, to something with a darker, more aggressive undertone, then finally, the ending, (which I will touch on later in this post). It's representative of who Tanizaki is as a character-- the deceptive "softboy" energy he has normally, which belies his proclivity towards violence and darker psyche.

Also, it's worth noting that the lyrics kinda just come out and confirm that Tanizaki has "secrets [he doesn't] want to tell anyone", particularly in regards to "[his] existence". The song is essentially him singing about himself, repeating the usual narrative:

Maybe that’s why miscellaneous odd jobs is sort of my specialty My social status is so-so Even getting carried away is fine,

My redeeming quality is probably my diligence I don’t even want to shed blood As far as myself is concerned

But these verses always end on a darker note:

But there is only one thing I cannot forgive

But don’t cross over the forbidden territory.

Of course, I think the other reason why I never really talked much about the character songs is because I wasn't sure how much of an input Asagiri actually had in their lyrics/composition. Like sure, there's definitely some reading between the lines to be done, but at the end of the day, I felt like it didn't really tell me anything new about Tanizaki, it's just a song about what can already be deduced based on his actions in the series.

BUT! One thing I always found interesting was that his character song ends with "Sayonara" (goodbye), WHICH could be interpreted as just a melodramatic thing thrown in there for the aesthetic, but… I guess it wouldn't be me if I didn't read too deeply into things that probably aren't that deep. I do recall reading a comment once (which I cannot find atm, if you think you're the person who originally made this connection then lmk and I'll mention you if you want) that Dazai and Tanizaki's character songs both end on the "goodbye", though now that I'm actually looking into it, it's completely different, because Dazai says "goodbye" in English (a.k.a. its another "Guddo Bai" reference, which is a completely different meta that I'm certain someone else has already written)

The thing is that there's multiple different ways to say "bye" in Japanese, and "sayonara" has a certain sentimental connotation, therefore, its really awkward and a dead giveaway that you're not a native speaker if you use it in casual conversation. The correct way to say 'goodbye' to a friend would be some variant of "Jaa mata ne" (see you later then), though notably this is pretty informal and should not be used with a coworker or teacher or senior-- but I digress! The point is that "sayonara" has the implication that you may not see the other party for a long time, possibly forever.

Okay the other element here is that, assumably, he's singing to Naomi, due to this verse:

I want to protect you (I want to be here) I want to protect you (I cannot forgive this) I want to protect (the incorruptible) everything “you” are –

Which, combined with the "sayonara", really kinda makes me wonder. I think the easy interpretation to get out of this is further reinforcement of the "Naomi is actually an ability construct and her real self died in Middle School" theory, which is valid, but also, consider that the rest of the song is about who Tanizaki is. In the chorus, he asks the listener:

Slowly…look, at the illusionary screen Tell me, what do you see?

To me, it sounds like Tanizaki is asking "do you see the real me, hidden behind this facade of ordinariness?". And when he wants "to protect the incorruptible"-- he doesn't want "you" (Naomi?) to know about this darker side to him. Again, that's just what I'm getting from the song lyrics, which weren't necessarily written with Asagiri's manga canon in mind (still unsure?). But, this interpretation is supported by the fact that Tanizaki only ever snaps when Naomi is in danger, therefore unconscious, and ignorant to Tanizaki's actions following her being harmed.

Personally, I think it's a disservice to Naomi's character to think she's completely unaware of Tanizaki's darker psyche, the side of him who would literally burn the world down if it meant keeping Naomi safe, but… BSD never claimed to write women with agency :,) On the other hand, as much as Naomi acts airheaded and oblivious, we also frequently see a much more perceptive side of her, usually, when Tanizaki isn't in the picture. It's canonically stated that Naomi is, in fact, smarter and more observant than her brother, but, just like Tanizaki, this "hidden" side of her only emerges when Tanizaki isn't around to witness it.

Anyway, that was kind of off topic from the character song, but what I was getting at was that the "sayonara" means that Tanizaki has revealed his "true self" to "you"/Naomi, therefore, he's saying farewell to the peaceful illusion he had built between them— of himself, as just a "normal guy", and of their relationship, just an innocent sibling pair that used to be high-schoolers.

Hopefully my rambles satisfied your curiosity, Anon! It's a good song, and it's pretty validating for my headcanons/metas.

#junichirou tanizaki #tanizaki junichirou #bsd tanizaki #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd meta #bsd analysis #anonymous #answered

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clarafyer · 6 months

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Omnomnom dehydrated apple chips are some of my favorite safe foods

Actually yk what I'll ramble about my sensory shit

So like I've loved spicy, bold flavours like hot cheetos, curry, buffalo wings, etc, and I'll never not accept them as a safe food.

Sometimes though my sensory needs just- change back and forth, like from "I will vomit if I eat avocado toast today" to "avocado toast is the only thing I will accept as breakfast today" which is I guess where audhd comes in. There are some foods that bypass all my shifting needs, like strawberries, dehydrated apples, hot cheetos, potato chips, and pasta (ESPECIALLY the bowties omg I love the bowtie pasta)

Aside from taste needs, sometimes I really REALLY need a tight hug, not because I'm having a rough day but just because my body really wants to be under pressure for like 4 seconds and then it's good, aND THEN IT SWITCHES TO "If my parents even just barely touch my hair I will die of the sudden itch and sometimes even pain"

Also florescent lights just kill me most of the time which is why I am very happy that most of my teachers don't have every light turned on in their classrooms

I need socks to walk anywhere around my house but I will have straight up insomnia if I wear them to sleep

I haven't ever gone fully non-verbal but when I talk I either have to repeat myself 4 times because of how quiet I'm mumbling, stutter too much to the point where I just restart my sentence after pausing, repeat a word when I didn't mean to (for example during a chapter review of Lord of the flies I said "Piggy and Piggy" instead of "Jack and Piggy" and I got laughed at D:) ORRRRR I NEED TO BE TOLD TO BE QUIETER BECAUSE I'M RAMBLING TOOFASTANDLOUDDD

I have two special interests: my OC lore, and Genshin Impact. My childhood special interest was- also my old OC lore (7 year old me had the amazing and magical story, ever so creatively named "the enchanted forest") that went on for like 4-5 years where I would always want to talk about it and think about it to sleep, aaaaaand My Little Pony (I'VE REWATCHED MLP AND NINJAGO BOTH LIKE AT LEAST 8 TIMES but I wouln't call Ninjago a special interest bc it was more of an on and off obsession-)

I do also have hyperfixations ofc and they usually last up to 2 months, pretty sure that lines up with the statistical average idk

Also sometimes I just need to- punch something with full force. I never get to though and Ik it'd feel great (I did throw a pillow like 5 times in a call with my friend when I was hyper though so like... I've been able to get that excitement out-)

I'm sometimes really slow or just straight up zone out mid-conversation which is frustrating on both ends

I have a wide and advanced vocabulary for my age but [read the prior paragraph on talking], I usually don't get to use it to it's full potential because of that issue .-.

(I just realized this whole rant about my stuff is gonna be perfect for if I can ever actually get diagnosed by someone yayyy)

Mom told me that as a 1-3 year old I never really played with my toys but just lined them up either by size or color (yk those like- tower thingies with the rings of differing sizes and colors? I always ordered them correctly just out of the need for it to look right)

When I was 5 this girl in Kindergarten had a sling on but it was a fancy bedazzled sling so I really wanted to feel the gems but she wouldn't let me and I got sad :(

I've always loved swings and those like- spider web climbing equipment, still do just because I like rocking around and being able to stretch and hang and maneuver around the differently angled bars/ropes on the spider web thing (SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THEY'RE ACTUALLY CALLED)

I also have this like- neck shaking and hand flapping tic/stim, sometimes it's uncontrollable sometimes it's a controllable urge, and when it's a tic it sometimes hurts or is just straight up excessive

Okay my mind is going blank now so buhbye this was super long if anyone read all of that- kudos to you, Idk why you would subject yourself to reading it all ok BYEEE

#actually autistic #undiagnosed neurodivergent #undiagnosed autistic #undiagnosed autism #undiagnosed adhd #autism food #autistic things #autism #audhd #actually audhd #audhd things

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Elriel Part 2: Love Language

Hey all,

Back atcha with more fanfiction. This one is pretty short, but I love it. I'm definitely most excited for Solstice, and I hope y'all are looking forward to all the fanfiction still to come. Hope you enjoy my take on Elain and Azriel's language of love.

TW: None

Word count: 1.2K

Azriel walked in, tired and grumpy. He had just finished a mission, which usually meant he would make a beeline straight for bed, and sleep until his shadows reminded him that he had responsibilities, and the cycle would repeat. As he entered his room at the townhouse, a strange scent came to him. Jasmine and honey. Elain lived in the townhouse too, he knew, however why had she been in his room? And then he looked to his desk, and amidst all the paperwork and stationery, he saw it.

It was a single white lily flower. It was gorgeous, and seemed almost to glow. And it bore her scent strongly. She must have left it there while he was away. He knew that she had been growing lilies out in the garden, and he had listened to her talk about them for hours on end. And although he didn't care about flowers, there was something about talking with Elain that just made him at complete ease. Around her, his shadows seemed to fade, sensing that there was no danger or darkness present, because Elain's mere existence drove away whatever evil or misery was nearby. He picked up the lily, and found a small note tied to the stem. Come and meet me in the archway. It was in Elain's elegant handwriting, and based on the dampness of the ink, she had written it not all that long ago. He knew the archway she was referring to, a lovely thing at the entrance of the garden that was covered in roses.

Elain had worked hard to get it that way, Az was sure, and maintained it very well. He looked out of his window and saw it, the gorgeous crimson flowers amidst the sea of dark green leaves. Behind it was a circular walkway, paved with little stepping stones. Benches surrounded it, and in the middle was an ornate fountain, with sky blue water flowing from the statue of a naiad in the centre. And there, hurrying along the path, past the columns covered in wisteria and bushels of hydrangeas, was Elain, wearing a pale pink dress with a white cardigan over top. She reached the fountain, and sat at the edge. She waits for you, his shadows whispered in his ear, she wishes to speak with you. Do not leave her waiting.

Az knew better than to mess up this chance he'd been given, either by the gods or the Mother or whoever dwelt up in the clouds. He winnowed out onto the lawn, and walked briskly towards her. As she sensed his arrival, she looked up, and smiled at him, shifting over so he could take a seat. Az was shocked. Why was she being so nice to him, after what had happened on Solstice? He took a seat next to her, albeit tentatively.

"Hello Elain. How have you been?" He asked politely, hoping she didn't notice his shadows were now playing in her hair and in the folds of her dress, deliberately ignoring his commands to return for the first time ever.

"I've been well. The garden has kept me busy, as well as all the wonderful things here in life. Nyx has been growing, I've learned new recipes, new things to craft, and I've even taken up weaving as of late. But that's not why I wanted you to come. I wanted to...to speak with you. And to give you these." Elain held out a small bouquet of gorgeous white lilies, just like the one he'd received on his desk.

"I know what happened on Solstice, Rhys told Feyre and she told me. I do not hold it against you. And the lilies have been blooming wonderfully as of late, so I thought...I thought you might like them, they're a nice spot of colour, and I know they're very popular in the Night Court and-" she was rambling now, Azriel assumed out of nerves, and he did something he never in a million years thought he would do. He leaned forward and shut her up with a kiss.

He pulled back quickly, worried she might not have wanted it, that he had ruined whatever olive branch she had been extending to him.

"Elain, I-" he began, wondering what he could possibly say. But he didn't need to. Elain leaned forward and kissed him back. Azriel decided that if he died right there, right then, he would die a happy male, because he had kissed Elain Archeron. He had had his fair share of lovers over the centuries, some whom he'd enjoyed more than others, but all paled in comparison to her. Even his long-standing crush on Mor was nothing on what he felt for her. She slid onto his lap, and they kissed for seconds, minutes, hours, days, Az had no idea, it all seemed a blur. All he knew was that he could never get enough of her, of kissing her, of loving her.

Eventually she pulled back, panting slightly, lips red and swollen from kisses.

"I love you Azriel," she said, "and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to tell you that I chose you, I choose you, I will forever choose you, and, if you will have me, I wish to be with you."

Az was sure he must have been dreaming. His heart hadn't sang that much since the first time he'd flown 500 years ago. But it was real, the woman he loved was here, sitting on his lap, saying that she wanted him.

"Yes. I love you too, very much so. I choose you, if you will have me," he said, earning a beaming smile from Elain, and he decided that he would die to make her smile like that again. He set his hand down, and they brushed the lilies.

"These lilies...do they have a special meaning to you?" he asked, because something about her gift seemed like a special language of love, even beyond her willingness to give the thing she'd spent so long growing.

"Yes. Back when mama was alive and we were still all together, my father used to bring my mother lilies at least once a week. It was the flower they had at their wedding, and he used to bring them to her as a sign of their love. I always thought it was very touching."

"Indeed, that is...so very, very special. I'm honoured you would share this with me." And he was. It meant the world to him that she'd shared this personal aspect about herself, carrying on this tradition. That night, when Elain had retired for the night and he was back in his chambers, curled into bed, he looked at the delicate white blossoms, illuminated in the moonlight from the window, and smiled. He slept better than he ever had before, now that he had a token of Elain's love to keep him company.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! It's one of my personal headcanons that Elain will give Azriel her favourite flower if their book becomes canon. Also, shoutout to my bestie, I won't tag you for privacy's sake but you know who you are, for the inspiration on the lily idea.

Please like or comment if you enjoyed, and have a wonderful time celebrating our favourite seer and shadowsinger!

Taglist:

@elriel-month

#elriel #elain x azriel #pro elriel #elriel fanfiction #elriel month 2023 #elrielmonth23

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d33rz · 2 years

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television romance! ೃ⁀➷

steve harrington x gn!reader

summary: steve harrington was a lovesick obsessed puppy and you would never change it for the universe and its stars.

warnings: literally none, it's literally the fluffiest thing I've thought of everr

mae speaks! this was soo fucking self indulgent omg. i tried not to make it too long but this was literally the cutest thing I've written?? y'all gotta stop me, idc if I'm just starting-

Maybe it was the way he parted his hair and spoke or maybe it was the way he always looked at you as if you were the one who hung the stars yourself every night before the suns time finally ticked to a zero and the moon took over but Steve Harrington had always made you feel like you were in a sitcom of some sort.

The relationship had been so soft, so domestic. Some days were spent lousing around on the couch or the bed, watching whatever spooked either of your attentions. You were always touching in some way, whether it be his hands rubbing you arms or legs, sometimes just laid about on your stomach or if it's just you two sitting up, close and someones head piled atop of the others which laid on their shoulder. Steve would never admit this but his favorite was whenever he laid his head on your thighs, your fingers threading through his soft hair as he focused on anything but the tv.

Other days were really whatever, going on walks, working, or babysitting, which was your favorite, while they might be annoying Dustin and Lucas never fail to entertain you or annoy Steve and Max.

Each day would always end with you two laying in your messed bed from the day before as neither of you were really keen to making it. Arms and legs tangled like wires as you talked about anything and everything, Dustins theories, rude customers, elderly people who made your day, or just how pretty the moon looked as it shined in your window just perfectly. Then you'd wake up and repeat the process, you never had total repeats though, living in Hawkins made sure of it.

You always loved the end though. You never were good at falling asleep easily so you'd stay awake rambling as your mind ran a marathon, glancing over every so often at the man you loved with his eyes barely staying open as he tried his hardest not to fall into slumber as you spoke. Sometimes you'd think about testing him, seeing how long he could stay awake but you'd always, no matter what, just kiss his forehead and whisper a good night, saying "I'll finish my story later." He'd always just mumble an i love you, one that made your heart swell and sing, and quickly doze off. His arm around your waist as you listened to his breathing for a while, a smile on your face. Soon you'd trip into the trap called slumber as well, eyes fluttering close as you finally drifted off. Rarely would it ever be the other way around.

Steve Harrington was a lovesick obsessed puppy. His glances, his actions, the way he'd absolutely kiss the ground you walk on if it meant having you for even a millisecond longer then destiny had planned were all clear signs of it and that you did, in fact, have a television romance with Hawkins Highs ex-king and you'd never change or trade it for the universe and its stars.

#LITERALLY SOBBING #i NEED this man y'all don't get itt #steve baby the kids miss you I miss you </3 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #latino tony stark supremacy

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