#those request are supposed to be short but i always write something longer that takes me a lot longer than i wished for

[lightwing-s]

Can you do a JasonxReader where the reader graduated college and Jason finds a special way to celebrate?

It was all finally over. You’re a college graduate now. Seems like it was only yesterday that you started this journey, but it has finally come to an end.

You felt strange, happy and sad at the same time, stressed with finals and your thesis presentation, and all the planning for the graduation ceremony occupying your head. 

And Jason noticed, and stood by you through everything, helped you with anything, and stood there with the biggest smile on his face watching you walk on stage to get your diploma.

After lunch with your parents and an afternoon spent with your friends, Jason was ready to have you just to himself. “Psh” you heard him whistle at you, immediately turning around to find him hiding in a corner, head poking outside just enough to get your attention. Checking to see if nobody had noticed, you sneaked away in his direction.

“What are you doing?” you asked, amusement evident in your voice as you watched him fill his backpack with food and champagne bottles.

“Rescuing us.” he answered, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your friend’s apartment. 

Laying your head on his lap, giggles filling the air as the empty champagne bottles decorated the makeshift picnic blanket you’d made out of curtain Jason had stolen from your friend’s house, you two watched the moon rise from the now deserted Robinson Park. Jason’s fingers playing with your hair, as you stuffed the last bits of cake into your and his mouth.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, babe.“ he blurted out.

“Stop it.” you told him, feeling the redness climb up your cheeks for the millionth time today. “I just got a degree.”

“And I’m not supposed to be proud of this? I’m not supposed to be proud my girlfriend is a fucking genious? That she’s now a graduated boss bitch?” he said, holding your face in his hands and spreading kisses all over it.

“Stop, Jay.” you moaned, not holding back the laughs from coming out.

“No!” he screamed, tangling his body on yours and rolling you both on the “blanket”.

You spent some time like that, tangled in each other, cuddling under the moonlight, between kisses and laughter, and many more “I'm proud of you” from your very proud boyfriend.

“I have something for you.” he told you, reaching for a pocket in his backpack and taking out of it a large velvet box. “I thought of you as soon as I saw it.”

Sitting back up, you took the box from his hands and carefully opened it, feeling by it’s weight it was something much more expensive than you were used to gifting each other. You wanted to complain, to tell him you didn’t need his expensive gifts, that just these moments you got to spend with him was enough to make you happy. But opening the box left you in awe, and all thoughts of complaint left your mind.

There laid a thin delicate gold necklace, adorned with pearls and tiny crystals that sparkled brighter than the moon itself. It was ethereal, a piece of jewelry you’d never seen before and you couldn’t have ever imagined. “Jay, I-I…” you tried, but no words formed on your lips.

“Yes, you can. It’s yours, it’s my graduation present. So please, Yn, take it.” Looking up at him, his eyes reinforced his wish for you to take his present and you could not deny. Taking it from the box, you dropped it in his hands.

“Can you put it on me?” you asked, turning around so your back hit his chest. His soft touch tickled your skin, putting the accessory  in place and laying a kiss at nape of your neck, arms soon engulfing you in a tight embrace as his lips continuously met the sensitive area behind your ear.

“I’ll forever be proud of you, princess. Even if you think it’s not worth it, that it might be a small achievement, I’ll be proud. Because I know you are bound to greatness and it’s my biggest happiness to watch you succeed, and I want to be there every step of the way by your side. I love you, and I know you can do anything you want. So yes, I’ll be proud of it, of every little thing, of every silly thing. Because I love you, Yn, more than anything in this world.”

#i just want to graduate lol #and i want a cute boyfriend to support me like jason does #😭 😭 😭 #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd blurb #jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x yn #jason todd x y/n #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #and i also cant seem to be able to write anything short #those request are supposed to be short but i always write something longer that takes me a lot longer than i wished for #but here it is #me writing during class lol

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: when he comes back from arguably most demanding races of the season, he truly wants to be cuddled up with his girlfriend especially when they haven't seen each other in two weeks.

warnings: established relationship!, mild smut (18+ MDNI), cussing. the usual. typos.

wc: 2.6k

requested: yes | no ~ this lovely request right here!

saint team radio: i wanna scream, this was supposed to be out in SEPTEMBER!!! but now it’s here 🤭. lil one shot before releasing “Break my Soul” and i hope you guys enjoy this one. plus i’m getting used to writing smut now 😧 anyways bye! love ya!

taglist: @non-stop-imagines @lorarri @thisismeracing @httpsserene @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @planetmimi @alika-4466 @arshiyuh (lmk if you wanna be tagged!)

pls like, comment and reblog! 🫶🏽 (i’m watching you 🤨)

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"I know what you are." You gasped as you watched Bella confront Edward in the forest. The morning sun was shining its rays through the large windows and sliding doors of the large house. The couch was slowly sinking you into it, the packet of cookies from your favourite bakery nestled next to your comfortable figure.

Understandably, it was quite early in the morning, 9 am to be precise, to be watching Twilight and munching on cookies but to be fair, Roscoe had woken you up for early morning snuggles. Deciding to check the time on your phone, you became distracted by your wallpaper of Lewis with you next to him with the green mountains of Bali right behind you both, flowers behind your ear to celebrate your birthday.

You truly missed him a lot, these past two weeks felt as if they dragged on and on the longer you waited to see him. Only being able to see him on your phone screen and tv, his fashion becoming a staple for you to follow almost every week. When his face appeared on screen for a post race interview, you would find yourself admiring him and completely closing off to whatever he was saying into the mics. Even seeing his car drive around gave you butterflies, just hearing his name would make you stop in your tracks every single time.

Lewis' face quickly invaded your mind, no longer focusing on the movie before you. Although you had tried to distract yourself with giving yourself tasks to do along with completing some work you probably missed, doing those things were just always better with your boyfriend around. Physically being on each other's space was something you needed desperately, a true connection when realising that you both had the love language of physical touch.

During these two week, you would resist the urge to touch yourself in thought of Lewis, deeming him to be the only one who could find your sweet spots so much better than you could. Embarrassingly enough, you had resorted to watching fan edits of him just for you to feel something. All you did was like a single video on your feed then you fell into the rabbit hole of his fans being extremely talented and feeling the way you felt but you would sleep better knowing that you had him all to yourself at the end of the day.

Snapping you out of your daily daydream about your boyfriend, your phone buzzed with a notification from the front gate of the house to say that a car has entered the driveway and you immediately jumped up in excitement, alerting Roscoe. "Come on boy, Dads is home." You smiled to the energetic dog who was eagerly waiting for you to put your slides on.

Opening the front door wide enough, Roscoe ran right past you to greet Lewis as the man was taking his luggage out of the trunk, giving his affection to his dog before standing up straight (with a bit of caution) to look at you standing just a few feet away. He studied you from head to toe, the Nike pro shorts were barely visible underneath the +44 sweater that you helped design. Your braids were fresh, nails done and from what he saw, a small but new tattoo on your hand and he swore his stomach flipped at the sight of you.

"Hey baby!" You expressed as you threw your arms around his neck, his head buried itself into your neck and your scent filled up his nostrils. "Hi." The tired voice vibrated through your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His large hands were resting on your lower back moving ever so slowly, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Moving your heads back, you gave him a sweet peck as he looked into your eyes afterwards. Studying his face a little, his eyes were a little droopy and his face wasn't as bright as you saw it on facetime hours ago. Letting go of the hug, you moved to help him with his suitcases but noticed that he seemed to walk a little funny as he walked into the house.

Finding him in the kitchen drinking a glass of water, you chose to lean back into the counter next to him. "Knowing you, I can tell you didn't eat so how about you go shower and i'll make breakfast?"  You suggested and all the man could do was smile and lean in to kiss you, tasting your strawberry chapstick before going upstairs with his hand on his back.

-

A hearty breakfast and him talking about how the race went in terms of strategy then a few discussions of random stuff, you both opted for chilling on the couch to catch up on a bit of TV. Lunch was ordered and you two spent the afternoon just being in each other's presence. You then decided to showcase the clothes you had bought during the two weeks he had been gone, each dress and skirt getting shorter than the last with his exhaustion preventing him from wanting to take you right then and there.

Changing back into the original outfit you had on, he quickly changed into his gym wear to work out in the home gym he had built in before you had moved in. "Will you be okay to workout, Lew?" You asked, filling the glass with small heart shaped ice cubes, ironically matching the tennis bracelet you were wearing. "I'm fine sweetie, I promise." He muttered as his eyes trailed down to your chest, the +44 sweater long gone as the day became hotter. "Eyes up here, babe." You giggled as he didn't even seem to hear you say anything.

"What?" He snapped out of it, making you laugh a little harder. "Go do your workout stuff, you dork. When you come back, we can do some skin care." You smiled as he held your hips with his grip tightened. "I can think of something else-"

"Lewis, I'm gonna bite you. Go." You narrowed your eyes at the man who walked away giggling as if he heard the funniest joke.

Nighttime was slowly approaching and dinner was already prepared, finding pesto really easy to make. Lewis was still in the home gym, your phone buzzing with instagram telling you that he posted on his story. Clicking on it, you saw how your boyfriend took a full body mirror picture with his shirt completely off and he looked a bit breathless. The lights glistened on his abs and tattoos, accentuating his tan even more. The v line was showing as his shorts sat quite low on his waist and you were left speechless, gripping the blanket so much that you could barely feel your hand anymore. Rubbing your thighs together, you tried to relax your thoughts by reminding yourself that he still has what seemed like an injury on his back.

But to be fair, nothing could stop him, not even an injury.

You tried distracting yourself from the instagram story by playing some music and doing some online shopping. Hearing his heavy footsteps enter the room, his sweaty self looked at you with a look you knew all too well but you decided to not do the deed tonight because you thought he needed to be well rested for this.

"You gonna go shower?" You stopped what you were doing and faced him with crossed arm with a little smile on your face. He came a bit closer and you backed up. "Lew, get away. You're sweaty." Your cheeks started to hurt from the smiling and all he did was open his arms as he came closer to you. "Lewis, I'm so serious. Babe wai-" You didn't even finish your sentence before you bolted, heading up to your shared bedroom and he chased after you with both your giggles filling the air.

"Baby, stop moving. I can't put on the under eye mask." You pouted, holding the cold cucumber scented applicator in your hand. "It's just cold." He muttered, holding the back of your legs as you stood between his legs. "C'mon gramps, it'll take like 5 minutes then you'll forget it's there." Knowing how he'd react to the nickname, you received the nastiest side eye you've gotten from him. Doubling down in laughter, you held onto the bathroom sink counter for dear life as you continued to laugh with him.

As the laughter died down, you fixed your braids into a bun and put your hand out for him to give up his hair tie that he has had on the whole day. "I like your earrings, love. When'd you get them?" He asked, now standing behind you as you made eye contact in the mirror. His eyes still had the same look as when he came out of the gym. "Remember that one bracelet you brought back from Milan last month? They opened a store in Central london so I think it was Thursday." You nodded as you told him, removing both your under eye masks to then fully wash and moisturise your faces.

Lewis opted to watch you complete your routine as you did like to take your time with it, the scented candles creating the perfect atmosphere. His left hand came around your waist, his other hand holding onto your hip and his head dropping into your neck with small butterfly-like kisses peppering your skin. You stopped everything you were doing to feel exactly what Lewis was doing to you, his large hands lowering down your body with each kiss.

"Lew, baby. You need to rest." You whispered, unable to speak from his soft kisses. "Missed you so much, just wanna feel you.” He whined into your neck. As he picked up his head to kiss even further, you already turned your head to look at him, your face filled with worry.

“Can you not make that face?” You slightly jutted your lip out, his face sending a completely different message. “Is it working?”

“No.” You tried your best to hide the smile from your face, your boyfriend’s face dropping at the answer. Backing away from his embrace, you walked into the bedroom, fully aware that he was following right after you.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you watched as Lewis stood in front of you then locked eyes with you. “Love, can I at least eat you out?” His whiny voice sounded out and you were fully taken by surprise. You had yet to experience this side of him in the bedroom but if it meant hearing that voice all over again, you were all in.

Not even waiting for your words, the man dropped down onto his knees, holding your thighs as balance as he maintained the eye contact with you. “Please, please baby. I’ll be so good, I promise. Won’t tease you, I’m starving. Just wanna taste you.” He rambles, his eyes slightly closed as his voice drops the closer his face gets to your thighs.

You couldn’t believe what was actually happening, so much so that it took you a few seconds to even think of a response. His chocolate eyes looked up at you with such anticipation, eagerly waiting for you to say something, anything. All you could do was nod and within seconds, he began kissing up your thighs, silently thanking the universe for bringing the two of you together.

Between her slight panting, you remembered that his back was in pain from earlier in the day, giving you an idea. “Lew.” You called out, his head rising to stare at you once more. “Lie on your back, don’t need you to hurt it more than it already is.” You said, slowly guiding him to stand up with you then push him down onto the bed by his chest. He huffed out a slight chuckle at your eagerness.

Once the clothes were off, you crawled up to straddle him but catching him by surprise, your lower body was closer to his face than he thought. Your legs were on each side of his head, your dripping core was hovering right above his mouth, he could’ve sworn he was in heaven. Gently holding onto his braids, you lowered yourself slightly yet not fully sitting, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

“Y/n baby. Sit on my face, please.” Lewis groaned from underneath you, his breath hitting your core making you slightly shiver. His large hands creeped up onto your ass, bringing you down onto his face with a grip. Once you had gotten used to him devouring you like a touch starved man, you eventually found your rhythm and began moving in perfect harmony with his tongue, slightly pulling his braids when you felt the all too familiar knot into your stomach .

Your orgasm ripped through you, your moans bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. When wanting to lift yourself off of him, he continued to lick and suck on your sensitive clit, overstimulating you quite a bit. Your moans grew into whimpers and that’s when Lewis knew that you were beginning to feel tired, your body slightly shaking from the intense sensation of your release.

Now having a bit more energy, you actually lifted yourself up from his mouth and wanted to go down on him as you craved to have something that would give him the same sensation that he gave you. Before you could even reach his hard on, he held onto one of your hands. Kissing your palm, he spoke up. “Can you please just fuck me? I need to feel you around me, sweetie.” Lewis asked, the same look from before wooing you so easily.

You continued making your way down on him until he suddenly flipped the both of you. “Lew! Warn a girl next time!” You wanted to roll your eyes at him but he just smiled and leaned down to give you a breathtaking kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach once more.

“I’ve got you, baby. Just let me make you feel good.” He smirked, holding your legs to go around his waist. Once entering you, it truly felt like this should go on forever, have this night replay in your mind like a broken record. His hips snapping against yours would bring you back to reality, seeing stars once the familiar knot returned to taunt you. With the way he was pounding into you, you would’ve never thought he had back pain the whole time.

You screamed upon your 4th release, your body flopping against the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. Lewis emerged from the bathroom with a warm and slightly wet towel to gently wipe your pussy, you sucked in a breath as your sensitive clit felt the material against you.

Once fully done with aftercare for you and himself, you looked up at the man as you layed on your front to look at him laying next to you. “I truly love you, Y/n. Couldn’t thank the stars enough for you.” He expressed, the look in his eyes sending a deeper message into your soul.

“I love you so much, Lewis.” You responded and you could feel the love radiating off of each other.

This was love and you could forever drown in this feeling with Lewis right by your side.

#saint writes #f1 x reader #formula one x black reader #formula one x reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton fanfics #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fic #Spotify

[bloodynereid]

Navy Blue Ink

part 2

pairing: major john 'bucky' egan x fem! reader

tw: some angst, mentions of death, war, swearing, mentions of alcohol, the usual stuff idk it's sort of fluffy but also not really, both think it's unrequited love/platonic love (they're dumbasses (affectionate)), dogs??

description: when john actually sets it up right.

a/n: yeah idk something possessed me to write this, i was lying in my bathtub this morning and was like yup need to write this ASAP. apologies if john is sort of ooc, i haven't written for him before and i haven't written in a while so yeah! also i have so many requests atm but i decided to ignore all of those to write this so enjoy me procrastinating things i actually have to do. OH and obv this is about the show's characters not the real people. enjoy <3

You sat at your little desk at the edge of your flat, contemplating how to start the letter… again. Pieces of balled up paper lay littered around you. It was almost comedic how much time you had spent trying to write a simple little letter. But it wasn’t that simple was it?

You were writing to your childhood best friend, someone you had basically been in love with your entire life. Major John Egan, Bucky, went off to fight and you were left with a large gaping hole in your life.

Sure, it was horrible when you saw him kissing, dancing and singing to other girls… probably doing more than that. But he always came back to you.

One guarantee that war had was that men don’t always come back.

So you had put off writing letters to him ever since he swung by your house to drop off the address for his next station all that time ago. You were a different person now, you had a job, a flat and a husky you had decided to name Ghost. You were also sadder, war had a way of taking a toll on everyone it touched.

But this morning you had decided not to put it off any longer. The decision came to fruition as you were lying in the bathtub, trying to soak away your sorrows. That was the moment when you said fuck it, got out of the bathtub, grabbed a robe and sat down at your desk.

You took a deep breath and dipped your pen into the navy blue ink pot. Your hand shook slightly as the pen met paper and words started to flow.

A few hours later, you woke up suddenly from a nap and instantly ran over to your desk and quickly scribbled a short note, putting a picture into an envelope and running to post the second letter before it was too late.

John felt a wave of sadness and defeat wash over him when nothing came for him in the mail call. It was stupid. He urged the emotion away and ran a hand through his hair. Be a man. You don’t need a fucking letter.

He watched as Buck leaned against one of the chests of drawers with a stupid smile on his face. Envy seeped through his pores. He wanted that. Whatever Bucky was feeling when he read his letter from Marge. 

Fuck this. John needed a glass of strong whiskey right the fuck now. His throat almost ached for that sweet burn.

“Major! I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize these two were for you Bucky.” John’s mouth fell open as he stood up and quickly ambled over to see that there were in fact two letters addressed to him.

“Thanks.”

“Of course, Major.” John delicately took the papers and ignored Buck’s look of confusion as he gingerly cradled the letters to his chest and sat back down on the uncomfortable wooden chair.

There was no mistake that these were for him. Major John Egan was written in careful and delicate cursive, although on one of the letters the name looked more rushed than on the other.

He carefully tore open the first letter, the smell of woodsy perfume suddenly permeated his senses. A perfume he knew well. Y/N. 

John could hardly believe it. She actually wrote to him. Nothing for months and then this. He pulled out the cream paper and carefully unfolded it.

Dear Bucky,

Twentieth time is the charm I guess. How are you? I have no idea how you’re supposed to write these things, maybe that’s why it took me so long to write to you.

God, I miss you John. I know that’s so stupid to say but I miss my best friend. I am truly sorry that I didn’t send you a letter sooner. I’m sure you’re missing me terribly as well and I have just been a cruel human being by not sending you letters.

I guess I didn’t send anything because I didn’t know what to say. I finally decided to just write a letter this morning while in the bathtub. No, don’t you dare smirk John it wasn’t like that. My ma might just murder me for being so unladylike but I can’t bring myself to start writing yet another letter that will just end up crumpled on my floor so you are getting the truth and nothing but the truth, Major. So yes I concede I was thinking about you in the bathtub.

Anyways, how's Buck? I remember you telling me about him during your visit so I thought I might mention it. You two seemed to be getting close and I’m glad you have someone out there to support you when I can’t. He can’t take the title of best friend though, that’s reserved for me!

What else? Well… I got a job and a dog! And I moved out. I now live in this tiny little flat (it’s very charming so don’t start scrunching your face up like you always do) and drink endless amounts of coffee. You got me hooked. What can I say?

I don’t know what else to say other than stay safe. I don’t think I could bear it if you died, Bucky. Maybe you already have and I just don’t know, so I’m hoping beyond hope that this letter reaches you. Remember that I love you always, you idiotic man. 

Your best friend obviously,

Y/N L/N

John felt his eyes starting to sting. He had been so preoccupied with the war that he had also forgotten to write to her. The girl who had stolen his heart at age six when she threw mud at him when they were playing in the creek. His little angel who had just brought some light back into his life. 

A smile twitched on his face, she was still his girl. And she said she loved him! Probably not the way he loved her but still, he would take anything she was willing to give him.

“Bucky?” The rasp of Buck’s voice shook him out of his reverie and he looked up to see his friend looking at him with a question in his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Who’s the letter from?”

“None of your business, Buck.” John says with an easy smirk falling on his face, a little spark in his soul seemed to reignite, he missed you and now at least he knew you missed him too.

“Jesus, come on. Who the hell is writing to you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“John…”

“It’s from Y/N.” Buck’s eyebrows raised in response and John outright laughed at how surprised he looked. “She asked how you are.”

“Y/N? Is she the one-”

“Yes, now shut up. I still have another letter to read.” Buck laughed and raised his arms in defense before turning back to his own letter. He was glad his best friend had that sparkle back in his eyes, it had been missing for too damn long.

John placed the letter back into the envelope and grabbed the hastily addressed one. He was surprised to see that there were two things in this one. Pulling out the letter he quickly read the words before his jaw dropped.

Dear Bucky,

I completely forgot to attach a picture to the last letter, since I’m assuming you want to know what I look like now.

Anyways here is a picture of me and Ghost, the love of my life.

- Y/N

John carefully tipped the letter to the side and out fell a picture into his outstretched hand. And it was you, but also not you. You looked so much older and there was a hint of melancholy in your eyes but there was still that distinct bright smile on your face. Your arms were encased around a large husky with eyes that were almost as blue as Buck’s.

It was wrong but he felt a pang of jealousy. God he wished he was in that dog’s place.

yeah... i'm obsessed with all the men in mota. i think i have a problem

part 2

#masters of the air #john egan #john bucky egan #john egan x reader #john bucky egan x reader #mota #mota fanfic #mota spoilers #buck cleven #gale cleven #harry crosby #bucky egan #masters of the air fic #masters of the air x reader #maria writes

[giamee]

𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖!

╭─────────────────────── ( 🎐 )

even though you don't talk, they'll still find a way to listen

› 〉 📂 .ೃ | mute reader, jus some fluff really, bit on the short side

requested by @/anon

╰─➤ 💌 ₍₁₎ ok i should nawtttt have used this colour scheme im squinting like a rat at my screen tryna see what i'm saying. the title is 'cigarettes out the window' (shoutout tv girl) if u couldnt read it which i do not hold against u

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 GEPARD.

it's simply in his nature to look out for others, to ensure that everyone is alright. and when he meets you, he's thrown for a loop a little. because you are fine.

the first time he sees you is in serval's workshop- you're just leaving, and something compels him to make sure that he speaks to you, even if it's for a few fleeting moments before you leave and he most likely never sees you again.

it's a simple question of how your day is, but you simply offer him a small smile before ducking past him, scurrying out of the door that he held open.

he's puzzled at first- maybe it's something to do with him? did you not want to talk to him? but then his sister explains that you're mute, and now he feels like a fool.

and thus begins his attempts to talk to you.

he writes you little notes to begin with. luckily for him, you're a regular at serval's shop, always seemingly having some device or another broken and in need of repairing. serval rolls her eyes at the pair of you- at gepard for being an idiot (you can still hear, you don't need notes), and at you for your attempts to run into her brother as often as possible (those machines weren't really broken).

despite this, it was somewhat amusing to watch the pair of you attempt to flirt with each other. and somewhat cute when your attempts worked.

you kept each and every one of gepard's notes to you, as redundant as they were. his handwriting was a little scruffy, and if you looked at them hard enough you could spot the little tremors where he tried to make the lettering neat.

a special treat was when he decided to add little doodles to them. it was anyone's guess as to what they were supposed to be- you were pretty sure that one of them was supposed to be you- and your heart warmed amidst the chicken scratch and stick figures.

you decide to write your own note back to him. in the top right corner is a little sketch of him, on a similar level to his own creations, that you hope he'll appreciate alongside the note.

you give it to him along with your best smile, mentally capturing the look of joy on gepard's fave at your little gift to him. you were gone by then, shyness overtaking your urge to stay, so you could only imagined his face when he realised that what you had written to him was a formal request to take him out on a date.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DAN HENG.

for dan heng to open up to someone new, several criteria have to be met.

for starters, he had to be at least a little bit comfortable around you. receptive, but not too probing or overbearing. rational, but not judgmental. open, but not too much.

in many ways, he was like a cat. you had to let him come to you.

and luckily for you, you seemed to fulfil those criteria.

as one of the newest additions to the astral express, you were in some sort of in-between phase of being one of them and a stranger. you communicated in your own ways, but you found yourself withdrawing to your room. it was overwhelming, this new environment.

it was only natural that you felt more drawn to dan heng more than anyone else. he had similar qualities to you- more introverted, tended to keep to himself. and, as you later found out, you both had a tendency to burn the midnight oil.

it became almost routine to run into him when you're both up late, wandering the astral express for some peace of mind. brief encounters with little nods sent your direction gradually evolved into longer moments spent basking in each other's presence, mostly in silence. but not always.

you both had your reasons to be up late- on the nights where dan heng looked more frazzled, a certain look in his eye, is when you began to piece him together.

he'd lend you some information of his own volition occasionally, telling you about the nightmare he had, recurring or not. there was just this certain quality to you, a look in your eye that made him feel like you truly did listen to him.

and he wouldn't trade your late-night rendevous for the world.

𝜗𝜚 honkai star rail masterlist

#୨୧ gia.txt :: gepard #୨୧ gia.txt :: dan heng #hsr x reader #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #honkai star rail x reader #hsr gepard x reader #gepard landau x reader #gepard x reader #gepard fluff #gepard landau fluff #hsr gepard fluff #hsr dan heng x reader #dan heng fluff #dan heng x reader #dan heng x reader fluff

[sleepingdayaway]

GAGGGRGRGRG IMMEDIATELY RUSHED TO THE ASK BOX WHEN I SAW UR REQUEST WERE OPEN I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, WOULD IT BE ALRIGHT TO ASK FOR A PART 3 TO THE PLAYER HAS YHE FIERE DEITY MASK??? IF NOT JUST IGNORE THIS REQUEST!!! HAVE A GOOD DAY

HSDFBAEJRBFUHVFDB HOLY CRAP??? I DIDN'T EXPECT FOR YOU GUYS TO HONESTLY LIKE THE FIERCE DEITY STORY.

Once again! It's short so my bad. When I first wrote this it was supposed to be just 1 part lol didn't expect y'all to genuinely like it. :)

Characters: Time, Fierce Deity, and Reader

Warnings: None

The silence was so loud after those words were spoke.

The group of blondes all looked at the eldest in fear that the man would just pounce on the poor individual who, quite obviously, has no idea on what is going on. Who has just simply grown attached to the first thing that showed them kindness after being woken up in a place that wasn't their home.

"What in the actual fuck?"

Time is regretting even trying to bargain with the individual as they hold one the most dangerous mask, in their hands.

Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to simply lunge for it, but Time's rational part of himself is refusing to submit. It would be unfair to them. Really, the person looked exhausted, their body tensed as if they were fighting moments before they arrived. There was also a slight hint of fear and caution in their eyes as they scanned him and his friends. Subtle signs that they might've used the mask before they arrived, which surpised him that the young adult is still standing.

Said person flinched back at his words. Unconsciously fidgeting with Fierce Deity in their hands. "He says your name is, Link," they continued with a look of hopefulness as they made eye contact with Time's eyes.

"That you could help me? That you were taken by this freaky shadow thing-" [Name] ranted on as their posture slowly relaxed. In return, Time's shoulders slumped slightly as he stares at them.

Eventually [Name] drifted off and stared hesitantly at Time. Searching for any more signs of hostility since he did look like he was going to fucking tackle them into the ground earlier. If they were to even move an inch.

A familiar chuckle echoed in their head. "You aren't wrong there, little one" Fierce Deity teased. "The young hero used to always dive head first into situations without a plan." The Deity merely found this entire thing amusing, and was he going to enjoy it as much as he can.

[Name] tenses up. Okay, they may not know what the fuck is going on, and it's really unfair that the Fierce Deity mask? Person? Has a really hot voice.

"I swear to god, if you say shit like that unannounced I'm going to throw you-"

"Excuse me?"

A noise of fear escaped from [Name's] lips at the acknowledgement. Their hands loosened for a moment before squeezing as if they were warning the entity in the mask. A hesitant smile appears on their mouth as they look up at the older man.

'Holy fuck- if I'm holding the Fierce Deity mask then that means I'm speaking to Link-'

[Name] does a double take at the blonde. He's quite tall, no longer the small hero that ran around helping the land of Termina and Hyrule. The young boy is nonexistent but they believe he hasn't been that youthful optimistic child he once was for a long time.

When did their precious boy get freaking tall??? Wasn't most versions of Link smaller than the average Hylian?

"I wasn't talking to you! The mask said something stupid so I-"

"He can speak to you?? What- you can hear him??"

"My brother in christ if you interrupt me again, I'm walking the other direction."

A smooth deep laugh echoed in their head at the short responses. Fierce Deity relished in this moment; the familiar bickering between the older hero and the young guide.

It brought him back to the moment during the Hero of Time's journey. During the final fight with Majora, the Fierce Deity was conscious during the entire battle. Giving his strength to the young hero and his guide. A moment where the both of you were panicking. Which then caused a stressed conversation between the two of you.

"Link- Link I swear to god if you take off this mask because you think it'll be funny. I will make sure Majora punches you so hard you blackout for the rest of this fight"

"Oh come on! It'll only be off just for a moment."

"NO-"

Oh yes. The God could only wait and enjoy on how everything will go. He will refuse to speak up and explain on what is going on. In his eyes, why not let the children piece everything together?

Besides it fine to let himself be a bit selfish in knowing who you are. It has been a long time since he's seen you. You can't blame him, can you?

#linked universe imagine #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #fierce deity x reader #player au #Fierce diety loves messing with everyone

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

For soft/fluffy/comforting prompt ideas, could you do something with Crosshair and his lady, like she's been struggling with high blood pressure and associated symptoms (headaches especially during stressful moments, pounding heart, short of breath) and she's supposed to be taking it easy while they wait for the medications to come in? Just him being sweet and soft and concerned?

Thank you so much for the request, anon. I hope this hits the spot. Writing Soft!Cross is always a good time.

I’m sending you all my love if you're struggling with this. I fell down a little research rabbit hole, and it doesn’t sound fun at all 😔

Equilibrium

When your body betrays you, there’s no one else in the galaxy you’d rather have at your side.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: reader struggles with high blood pressure and the associated symptoms, Soft!Cross, established relationship, kisses, care and comfort, fluffy sweetness, some playful banter, Cross has some minor negative self-thoughts but we chase those away.

“And another one, kitten.” The slow slink of Crosshair’s voice offered you reassurance, slender fingers drawing soft circles on your thighs as you followed his instructions and took another deep breath.

It was Zhellday night, and you’d been getting ready to head out when the dizziness had started. You’d made it to the edge of the bed, calling out for him as you sat down before you’d had to shut your eyes in a desperate attempt to stop the planet from spinning. The shortness of breath quickly followed, your chest feeling like it was trapped in a vice as your heart pounded. You hated that the most – feeling like you couldn’t breathe.

It broke Crosshair’s heart whenever you went through this. You were so strong and had made it through so much in life, and yet it was your own body that caused you the most grief. “That’s it. You’re doing so well.” He soothed.

“I hate this.” You whine, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life as you will away the discomfort.

What he would give to take it away from you or to at least be able to warn you when it was about to happen. Instead, all he could do was watch as the woman he loved the most battled with her own body and be on hand with medication and comfort. His brows furrowed, lips pressing into a line. “I know, I know.” He muttered, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.

“We’re gonna be late for dinner.” You sigh, frustration bubbling under the surface. Ever since you and Crosshair got your little place in Lower Pabu, you’d visit his siblings for dinner and games night every Zhellday. It was the highlight of your week.

“We don’t need to go,” Crosshair states, though he knows you’ll protest. You should be taking it easy until the doctor at the island’s clinic can determine the underlying cause of your high blood pressure. Although he bit his tongue whenever it came up, Crosshair couldn’t help but wonder if it was from the years of stress – of keeping him and his brothers alive during the war.

You knew you should be resting, but the thought of missing out on life was frustrating. You’d already lost so many years to the war, and for a while, you’d also thought you’d lost Crosshair. But now you could live normally, back with the man you loved. “I want to go.” You state firmly, eyes still closed as you focus on your breathing.

“Stubborn.” Amusement curled around the word, and Crosshair couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at his lips.

Letting out a small huff at the gentle teasing, your heart wasn’t just pounding now from your condition. It didn’t take much for the magnetic force of a man crouching in front of you to make your heart race – and his teasing had always hit the spot. “Pot meet kettle.”

The low rumble of Crosshair’s laugh filled the room, and your chest no longer felt so tight, breaths coming easier as the medication he’d brought you started to work its magic. Slowly, you opened your eyes, Crosshair’s hawkish gaze locked on you.

The splitting pain in your head had you screwing them shut again quickly, dragging in a quick breath as a noise of discomfort slipped from your lips. Everything had been blurry around the edges, which hadn’t helped the dizziness. “Nope. Not good.” You mumble, sighing in frustration.

“You wound me,” Crosshair replied playfully, knowing full well you hadn’t been talking about him, but he’d take some self-deprecation if it made you laugh.

He was dutifully rewarded. The soft sound of your laughter replaced his in the air, and he soaked up the sound like a dying man in the sands of Tatooine. He’d gone without it a whole year, trapped in the Empire’s clutches. He never wanted to be without it - or you - again.

“You’re still the most handsome man I know.” You insist as your laughter subsides, reaching out blindly to cup his face with one of your hands, smoothing your fingers over the angles of his face. In the four months since you’d rescued him from Mount Tantiss – along with Omega and, surprisingly, Tech - he’d started to gain back a little weight. He was still somewhat gaunt, though, cheeks hollow, but you were both taking it day by day. It was all you could do.

Taking one of your hands with his own, Crosshair lifts it, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, lips lingering for a moment against your delicate skin. As lovely as your compliments were, he was still uncomfortable accepting them, refusing to believe them regardless of how often you said them.

Gentle fingers sought out your wrist, and more circles were rubbed against your pulse point to offer comfort and as a way for Crosshair to monitor your heart rate. It was still too high for his liking.

Pushing up onto his feet, he moved to lay down on the bed, pulling you down next to him. As much as he loved his brothers and sister – their relationship starting to return to how it had been before Order 66 – there was no question in his mind that you came first. He didn’t care if you were both late. His siblings would understand.

Shifting position, you rest your head against Crosshair’s shoulder, hand pressed to his chest, using his heartbeat and the slow rise and fall of his chest to help anchor you. With his arm wrapped around you, holding you close, his fingers brush against your back in light patterns.

You could feel the meds starting to kick in, the dizziness and headache abating as you rested against your love. Still, you kept your eyes shut.

In the comfortable silence, Crosshair could only watch you rest against him, a smile tugging at his lips. Lifting his free hand, he stroked across your cheek, thumb brushing over the little pout of your lips. As you lean into his touch, warmth coils through him.

His gaze lingers on your face, tracing the delicate lines that tell stories of laughter and tears. The weight of the past had not broken you; instead, it had moulded you into someone he admired more with each passing day. “We’ll go when you’re ready.” He murmured, his voice a gentle promise. “No rush.” Crosshair’s fingers continued offering physical reassurance.

“Thank you.” You whisper, grateful for his care. When you’d joined the boys at the start of the war as their liaison with Command, you hadn’t expected to fall so quickly for the snarky sniper.

He hadn’t expected to fall for you, either.

Snuggling a little closer, you let out a slow exhale. “You’re too good to me.”

“I try to be, love,” Crosshair answers quietly, an ache in his chest at your words. Taking care of you was the least he could do after everything that had happened – the heartbreak on your face as he’d levelled his rifle at you as you’d fled Kamino with his brothers would forever haunt him, as would your tears when he’d opted to stay on that blasted platform after Tipoca City had fallen.

Yet you’d still rescued him from Mount Tantiss, careful hands undoing the bindings that had held him down for far too long, concern on your beautiful face as you’d helped him back to the Marauder and to safety.

He didn’t deserve you, no matter how often you told him he was wrong to think that.

“And you succeed.” You reassure him, wanting to pull his mind from any spiralling thoughts. He’d been getting better over the last few months, snippets of his old self shining through, but you knew the marks from his time with the Empire would never entirely be gone.

As your head feels less like it will split apart, you crack open your eyes a sliver, just enough to see Crosshair gazing down at you, the adoration on his face almost stealing your breath. “Hi.” You whisper, pleased that he’s no longer blurry and the planet has stopped spinning.

“Hi yourself.” He replies, lips pressing to your forehead in a gentle kiss.

Humming happily at the contact, you find his gaze again in the semi-darkness of the room. “I think I’m okay now. We should head out.” You decide. There’s a lingering uncomfortableness – you still feel a little off-kilter – but it’s much better than before, and you know it’ll pass soon. Besides, you’ll always find your equilibrium with Crosshair at your side.

Crosshair’s eyes narrow slightly. He doesn’t quite believe you but won’t outwardly call you out on it. “Another few minutes.” He decides, arms tightening around you.

“Cross…” You protest, trying to wiggle away, a smile tugging at your lips, mirrored by his own.

“Shush.” He admonishes playfully, rolling onto his side so he can drag you closer, tucking you against his chest and under his chin.

You can’t help but laugh, your body shaking a little as you burrow closer to him. You can’t deny that it feels cosy and safe. Content, you don’t argue it.

Crosshair’s small smile turns to a grin as he realises he’s won. “There’s my girl.”  

#Soarings Ask Box #the bad batch x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x you #crosshair x you #star wars the bad batch #crosshair the bad batch #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #ct 9904

[starrylothcat]

Sparks

Hunter x Fem!Jedi Reader One-Shot

Summary: You and Hunter realize your long-hidden feelings for one another. Warnings: Wee bit of angst, kissing/making out, slight suggestiveness. This is my first fic! Excuse any formatting or grammatical errors...I haven't stretched my writing fingers in a long time. I also have no idea how Tumblr formatting works, haha. I needed some fluff after that finale. This one got away from me...3,000 words. Please leave your thoughts and enjoy!

@wanderer-six tagged as requested! :)

The bonfire was now huge, burning fast and bright, much to Wrecker and Omega’s delight. Sparks flew in to the clear night air, illuminating the figures sitting around it. 

Clone Force 99 and you had just finished a tiring mission and were taking the night to decompress on a desolate, forested planet. The bonfire was actually your idea, a memory you had stored deep in your subconscious from when you were a very young Jedi Padawan. After a tough training or difficult mission, your Master would often start a fire while you meditated and reflected. The heat and cackling from the flames helped calm you, oddly enough. It was something that you continued to do, even as a Jedi General during the war. It was something that burned bright in the darkness. Something that you were all now desperate for in this new Imperial galaxy.  

You didn’t speak much of your past as a Jedi at first. It was too painful, too fresh. But as you spent more time with Clone Force 99, you became more comfortable sharing small snippets on occasion, much to the excitement of Omega who hung on to every word. Echo would also sometimes add his own stories from his old squad, which would then inspire Wrecker to tell stories (sometimes embellished ones) of their missions, reminiscing on battles won. It was nice to connect again, to have those who understood you, as you were now all outcasts. Chewed up by the war and tossed to the side, now struggling to find your place in the galaxy.

Somewhat recently after Order 66, they rescued you from bounty hunters who had suspicions you were a Jedi. You tried to keep it a secret, but Hunter found you out with his heightened senses. You warily came clean to them, telling them the truth. 

You were only supposed to stay with them for a short time, only until you found a new place to hide. Hunter was wary with having a Jedi on board, especially since they already had a target on their back. But a short time turned longer. You were helpful on missions and were careful to never expose yourself as a Jedi. Omega became particularly attached to you, and Hunter saw how much Omega was benefiting from a woman on board. You also became close with them, especially Hunter. You both connected over the baggage of being a leader, and what it meant to fail as one as well. Other feelings began to blossom, that neither you or Hunter knew how to act on, or even if you should. You found yourself talking to him late in to the night, discussing next mission plans or plans from the past. But you both always left those conversations wishing you had said more. 

Tech had just carefully landed the ship on the empty, forested planet in the only clearing he could find. It was Hunter's idea to do inventory, seeing when you would need to do a supply run next. You casually mentioned the bonfire memory as you were all rummaging through gear and supplies, as this planet reminded you of that distant memory.

Omega’s eyes widened and asked, “Can we do that tonight? That sounds fun!” while looking excitedly between you and Hunter, who was sitting down and cleaning his knife. He chuckled, a low chuckle that made butterflies swirl in your stomach. Something you’ve realized has been happening more often. But you pushed that thought aside, for now. 

“Sure, kid. This planet is empty enough. I don’t think it will attract too much attention.” Tech adjusted his goggles and looked up from his datapad. “I do not see any settlements on this planet. There is no current need for worry.” He said before becoming absorbed once more in his research.

Wrecker, with much glee, shot up from begrudgingly organizing his gear, and announced, “Fire, I like this idea! This is boring anyway. Let’s take a break and go gather some wood!” He turned to look at Hunter for approval, who shrugged and nodded. “Omega, let’s go!” Wrecker hurriedly threw the rest of his unorganized gear on his bunk. Omega grinned, also happy to get away from inventory, and began after Wrecker down the ramp of the Marauder. She stopped at the top of the ramp and looked back. “Thank you!” She beamed at both you and Hunter, and skittered after Wrecker. 

Hunter had put his knife away and was now leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, gazing at you. You felt your heart beat quicken when you matched his stare.  “You’ve done it now.” He teased as he watched Wrecker and Omega run toward the tree line. You shrugged with a small smile as you stood up from putting the last piece of equipment back in your gear pack. “Well, I have to admit, I need a break too. Let’s just hope they don’t burn the whole planet down.”

Hunter released a low chuckle again and you felt heat rise up your neck. “With Wrecker involved, I’m not too sure.” Echo quipped from the pilot seat, where he was researching where they could get supplies before the next mission. “Given the current wind speeds and our distance from the trees, it would be difficult to start a blaze that big.” Tech called from under a piece of machinery he was now working on. “But I have to agree with Echo. With Wrecker involved, statistically the odds are higher.”

You gave a small laugh, which made Hunter’s heart involuntarily quicken. It was your laugh that he often thought of deep in the night, when he was having trouble sleeping. The way your shoulders moved when you chuckled, the way your eyes glinted when you smiled. How sometimes he’d find himself almost getting out of his bunk to wake you up and take you in his arms, telling you how he feels as his lips meet yours….

A sudden crash snapped him out of his thoughts, setting his senses haywire. You heard the sound too, and you looked at each other and ran down the ramp to see what the commotion was, hands on your blasters. Hunter breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wrecker standing with Omega at the tree line, who were both excitedly picking up branches from a dead tree Wrecker had just knocked over. Hunter ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t help but always be on high alert, especially with Omega. He could see relief in your eyes as well, once you realized it was nothing to be concerned about. You lightly touched his arm, asking “You okay?” “Yeah…” he breathed. “I’m not used to…calm.” You nodded, understanding.

“I guess we better enjoy it while it lasts.”

Your lips ghosted a smile, realizing you were still touching Hunter’s arm. You moved your hand, suddenly embarrassed. Hunter opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Echo coming down the ramp to see what the commotion was. He also needed a break, and was interested in this fire idea. “Yeah, you’ve really done it now, _____.” Echo teased as you all looked at the growing pile of logs and branches that Omega and Wrecker had collected. “Hey, don’t just stand there, come and help us!” Wrecker called as he balanced more giant branches in his arms. You gave Hunter a look and continued down the ramp to help.

The sun was getting low, and Wrecker was adding the last log to a massive pile he and Omega collected. You were collecting small sticks and brush for kindling. Wrecker put down the last one, wiping sweat from his face. “Phew! Do you think this is enough?” He huffed. “If you are trying to light a fire big enough for the entire Galaxy to see, then yes.” Tech said casually as he came down the ship’s ramp, also now having his interest piqued. “Oh, it’ll be a massive fire, I can’t wait!” Wrecker exclaimed as he winked at Omega. 

“So now what? I’ve never made a fire before. Hunter, can you teach me?” Omega asked, looking up at Hunter with large, pleading eyes. Hunter looked at her softly. “Yeah, sure kid.” He glanced at you and then put his hand on Omega’s shoulder, leading her toward the log pile. 

As Hunter and Omega began to make a space for the fire, you and Echo were maneuvering some of the bigger logs for everyone to have a seat once the fire was going. Since this planet was desolate, you used the Force to move some of the larger logs. Hunter noticed out of the corner of his eye, always secretly impressed with your graceful power. It was rare when you used it, and it captivated him. 

“What’s next Hunter? Hunter?” Hunter snapped out of his thoughts and Omega was looking at him, curiously. “You were staring again.” She said quietly. “I don’t know what you mean, Omega.” He lightly scolded, trying to change the subject.

She gave a small smirk. “You sometimes stare at _____.” Hunter cleared his throat. “And I see her stare at you sometimes, too.” She said matter-of-factly, looking back at the pile of kindling they had placed for the eventual fire. “I think she likes you.” Before he could respond, you had suddenly appeared behind them. “How’s it going?” You asked. Hunter bristled, hoping you hadn’t just heard their conversation, not even realizing you were approaching. “It’s uh…going well. I’m just about to teach Omega how to actually light the fire.” 

“I have something embarrassing to admit.” You said sheepishly. “I actually don’t know how to start a fire, either. My Master just always used his lightsaber.” You laughed and Omega smiled. 

“Mind if I watch?” You sat down next to Hunter, eager to learn as much as Omega was. Or maybe you were just eager to be close to Hunter. His senses were suddenly overwhelmed with your scent, another thing he was noticing lately. His stomach felt like it was on fire. Get a grip, Hunter. he thought. He snapped himself out of thinking about you once again, and continued with his lesson. “Im going to start with the hard way first. Say you’re stranded without gear. This is important to learn.” He took a small stick to use as a spindle and a small flat piece of wood. “This takes awhile and is a pain, but this is the most basic way to start a spark.” He began to spin the spindle between his hands quickly in to a divot he had made on the flat piece of wood on the ground, held steady by his foot. Omega watched intensely, soaking up every word and action. You saw a small gleam of sweat form at his brow, and watched the concentration in his eyes. Your heart fluttered again, suddenly imagining his sweaty brow and intense look above you in a moment of passion. The smell of smoke brought you back to reality, before your imagination went further. Hunter had made a small ember that was smoking. He carefully moved it to the kindling and gently blew on it to start a small flame.

“Woaaah, let me try!” Omega gasped excitedly and went to work the same way Hunter did on a new piece of flat wood. You watched as he patiently moved her hands to the correct position, gently correcting her when appropriate. For a dark and broody Sergeant, you recognized his moments of softness. Moments that he also sometimes shared with you, which you knew were special, especially coming from someone as guarded as him.

After trial and error, and some frustration, Omega finally got her own spark. “I did it!” She yelled. Hunter smiled.

“Good work, kid. You might just be a natural. Now, carefully put it in the kindling.”

She gently moved it to the already growing flame and looked at Hunter for approval. “There you go, you did it. That was all you.” Omega beamed and said  “Now it’s _____’s turn.” She jumped up and brushed dust and dirt off her knees, and began to walk away. “Wait, where are you going?” Hunter asked. Omega turned and called,  “I want to tell the others the fire is almost ready!” She gave Hunter a look and ran back to the Marauder where the rest of the boys had gone to rest, before Hunter and you could respond. 

It was suddenly quiet, only the gentle crackling of the small fire was to be heard. 

“I guess it’s my turn to try, huh?” You said softly, realizing it was just you and Hunter for a moment. The sun was almost set, and the small fire was casting a soft glow on the both of you. “You don’t have to-“ he began but you stopped him.

“No, I want to! What good am I to the team if I can’t even start a fire? I need to impress my Sergeant." You smirked playfully. "Also, I can’t let a kid get the best of me.” You teased as you began to spin the stick between your hands.

“You bring other skills to the team, you don’t have to worry about fire making.” He stated. “Leave that to Omega and I.” He smiled, looking at you. “Also, you don’t need to impress me. You already do that.” Suddenly, you felt shy. Hunter glanced away from you, embarrassed about what he just said, wrestling with his feelings, wondering if he had said too much. 

“Thank you, Hunter. I don’t think I’ve ever expressed how grateful I am to you, and to your brothers, for taking me in.” Hunter looked at you. “You don’t need to thank me. But I’m glad you’re here. Part of this team.” He murmured, turning away from you and looking at the fire. “Me too.” You acted before you could think, gently placing your hand on his shoulder, closing the distance between you, forgetting all about the fire lesson. Hunter stiffened a little while facing you, feeling your hand on his unarmored shoulder. The touch he often thought about late in to the night. The touch he wondered if he’d ever feel. If he even deserved it. 

Once again, you felt heat climb up your neck to your face and you began to remove your hand, but before you could, Hunter brought his other hand and placed it on top of yours. Your feelings for Hunter exploded in your chest, realizing how handsome he looked in the soft light, his brown eyes shining in the dark, wondering what you should do next as you felt the heat from his hand encapsulate yours. You were taught no attachments, but that had no meaning anymore. Was this just desperation for something that used to be taboo? You tried to read his face, as he gazed intensely at you. Hunter moved closer to you, “____...I want to tell you something…”

Your intimate moment was suddenly cut short by voices as Wrecker, Tech, Omega, and Echo emerged from the falling darkness toward you. Your hand left Hunter’s shoulder and you practically leapt away from him, startled by the intrusion. You caught a small look of disappointment on his face. “Aww yeah, it’s fire time!” Wrecker bellowed as he held a huge armful of sticks and logs. “Let’s get this going!” You were still sitting near Hunter, and Echo gave you and Hunter a sly look as he sat down on a log near the still small fire, carrying ration bars. You were suddenly distracted by the giant roar as the fire grew due to Wrecker and Omega gleefully adding more and more wood to the fire, blissfully unaware they interrupted…something. Tech tried to explain the optimal way to place logs to get the most efficient fire, but his remarks were ignored and Omega and Wrecked piled more in to the blaze, and he soon gave up.

The heat blazed and sparks flew in to the air, the wood cracking and popping. The fire was massive, and Omega had never seen anything like it and was in awe. You saw Hunter out of the corner of your eye as he stared in to the flames, his face unreadable. You all enjoyed the light and intense warmth the large blaze gave, sitting in silence for a bit. You desperately wanted to be alone with Hunter again, as you listened to Wrecker tell another taller than life tale, with an annoyed Tech trying to interject the facts. Your memory was brought back to you and your Master, quietly enjoying the fire and reflecting on your day’s mission. After Wrecker finished his story, Omega turned to you, waiting for another glimpse in to your past. She understood it was hard for you to talk about, but was hopeful to hear something from before the Galaxy she currently knew. “Omega,” Hunter warned. “____ might not want to discuss it.” He gave you a soft look. The look almost melted your heart. You wanted to desperately take his face in your hands and continue what had started before. 

“It’s okay, Hunter. I have a story.”

You told Omega of your first solo mission as a Jedi Knight. You had  infiltrated a pirate base. It wasn’t too exciting, but to Omega it was the most amazing story she’d ever heard. Echo passed out the ration bars as you told your story. After you were done, you nibbled on your bar as you stared in to the flames. There was a comfortable silence as everyone ate, enjoying the small bit of calm before you were all off again on another mission.

After awhile, the fire began to dim and there was no more wood to add. Omega let out a yawn, satisfied with her first bonfire. “We should do this more often.” She proclaimed as another yawn overtook her. “Yeah kid, we can.” Hunter whispered. Wrecker had already fallen asleep, laying over a log in an uncomfortable position, snoring away. Tech nudged Wrecker, also ready to go back to the ship to sleep. One by one, they went back to the ship, leaving you, Hunter, and Echo. Echo then stood up, bidding you both a good night. “I’ll leave you two to it, then.” He raised an eyebrow and then he was gone before you either of you could respond.

Once again, you were alone with Hunter and the slowly burning fire. He looked at you, the fire reflecting in his eyes. 

He never thought he’d be grappling with feelings like this. Especially for someone like you. But you cared about him. Worried about him and his brothers, something he’d never experienced before. It was new, and frankly, it scared him. He’d never admit it out loud, but that was the truth. But here he was, with you within arms reach again, staring at him and waiting for what might come next. You looked beautiful, ethereal in the glow of the now small fire. “Hunter…” you whispered as you maneuvered closer to him, like you were before earlier in the night. Your hand was close to his on the log you were both sitting on. You couldn’t wait any longer, the tension between you was about to snap. “You wanted to tell me something earlier?”

He stared intensely at you, trying to find the words to say.

“____, I…I wanted to tell you…I care about you.” His voice was deep, almost inaudible. You fully took his hand, looking right in to his eyes. He was suddenly overwhelmed, waiting for your response. “Hunter, I care about you too.” The second he heard you whisper those words, he boldly closed the distance, acting purely on instinct, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, quick kiss. He pulled back slightly, hoping he didn’t mess this all up. 

“____, tell me to stop and I will.” Hunter’s voice was husky and deep. Almost a whisper. It sent shivers down your spine. “Never.” You murmured as you brought a hand to his face, gently cradling his head. Relief washed over you, happy you finally revealed how you felt. He closed his eyes and leaned in to your touch, sighing a deep sigh. You moved your hand from his cheek and gripped his collar, needing more. You pulled him back to your lips for a more passionate kiss. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders as the tension between you dissipated, flying in to the sky with the embers from the fire.

It was his turn to bring his hands to your face, cradling your head gently as he deepened the kiss, your heart feeling like it was about to explode out of your chest. The sensation of your lips moving on his was almost overwhelming. His hands were strong, yet gentle as they maneuvered down to your hips, leaving a trail of fire down your body. You both pulled away again, panting slightly, looking in each other’s eyes. All the unsaid words, all the silent looks, were now completely understood by both of you. 

Your hand that was on his collar moved to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his long, soft locks while your other hand gripped his shoulder. You whispered his name as he pulled you in impossibly close for another kiss, getting drunk on your scent, your body. 

His tongue slowly made his way in to your mouth, which pulled a groan from deep in your chest. Your reactions spurred him on, his hands on your waist ghosting underneath your tunic, his gloved hands moving over your bare skin making the butterflies in your stomach explode. You desperately wanted those gloves off, to feel his skin on yours. After what felt like an eternity, you parted for air once again.  The fire had now died down quite a bit, leaving you both in almost total darkness. You were illuminated by the stars, the only sound being your shallow breaths. You both wanted so much more, but now wasn’t the time. Hunter nuzzled his face in to your neck, and moved one of his hands from your hips to grasp yours, which had fallen to your side. “I’m yours, if you’ll have me.” He whispered against your neck, his heart thudding against yours. “Yes, Hunter.” You whispered back, squeezing his hand. He moved his head from your neck and brought you against his chest in an embrace, his chin leaning on your head. You both gazed at the glowing embers of what used to be the giant fire, wondering what comes next. But at least for now, you were at peace.

#this idea has been living in my head for WEEKS #I hope you all enjoy it #I am very rusty with writing atm #the bad batch x you #the bad batch x reader #hunter x fem!reader #hunter x jedi reader #the bad batch fanfiction #hunter tbb #omega tbb #tech tbb #wrecker tbb #echo tbb #the bad batch fluff #hunter x reader #hunter tbb x reader #the bad batch #starrycatwrites #Hunter tbb x you #Star Wars #Star Wars fanfiction #sergeant hunter #clone force 99

[asterefflores]

So I received another request from @achlys-1974 about Roksoo causing the fight this time instead of Cale,,

It turned out too simple that it hardly is considered a fight cuz this is Roksoo we're talking about xD

This is turning into more of a writing than a drawing account lol

Anyway, enjoy 🌸

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“I see you’re back.”

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked toward the door to see Cale resting elegantly against the wall with his arms crossed. However, the intense stare put everyone on edge.

Rok-Soo blinked blankly, wondering why Cale would be glaring at him viciously like that when he had just returned home. “Is something wrong, dongsaeng?”

“…ah,”

Rok-Soo slightly frowned when his brother sighed, looking a bit tired and upset.

Cale fixed his eyes on his hyung again, “So, would you mind telling me where you have disappeared off to all too suddenly?”

Rok-Soo slightly flinched when he noticed the vicious smile from the old man standing with his eyes closed behind Cale.

“Ron did inform me that you left on a quick adventure for a week,” Cale explained, still looking unimpressed, “Did I have to look for you and ask around to know of your departure?”

Rok-Soo stared in silence for a moment. Was Cale's bad mood because he hadn't been told in advance that he, Choi Han and the kids were going on a short mission?

‘Ah…’ He finally realized his mistake, taking a moment to recall Cale’s childhood…

However, if he had informed Cale about the problem, his brother would have been even more busy than he already is with matters regarding the territory.

“You’re right. I should’ve informed you beforehand.” He nodded calmly, “It was something that needed to be taken care of and done with.”

“I know.” Cale sharply said with a slight frown, “I received the letter from the Capital, and I was going to take care of it had not a certain hyung gone out of his way to disappear suddenly and worry the whole family, only to receive wonderful news of a whole mountain mysteriously vanishing before I even could take a step to our gate.”

“We took care of the rats, dongsaeng.” Rok-Soo kept blinking blankly for a moment, “You can relax and rest a bit now, right?” Wasn’t it a good thing? The problem is solved. Isn’t this all that mattered now? With this, they both can take their time to slack off. Though he knows Cale will still be busy as the duke, his dongsaeng can now take his time finishing his work and have some free time to breathe and live comfortably as he always wished. 

“You could’ve consulted me before taking any action.” Cale sighed, seemingly less upset now.

“It can be taken care of quickly instead, dongsaeng.” Rok-Soo picked up the cup of tea to take a sip, “Those bastards were disturbing my slacker life, after all.”

“…understandable.”

‘Hm?’ Rok-Soo opened his eyes, looking at his brother standing not far before him. Even though he could tell Cale wasn't upset with him anymore, he found Cale's stoic face and lack of expression in response a bit strange. “I’ll remember to talk to you on any matter next time, Cale.”

Cale calmly shook his head, “You're not obligated to do anything I say if you can think of a better way to handle any matter, but please remember to tell me before you leave next time.”

“…I understand.”

He watched Cale nod before silently turning around and leaving.

The kids and Choi Han turned to look at him in awkward silence.

Rok-Soo was glad the issue was solved relatively smoothly; Cale was no longer upset with him after all. But then, why does he feel something’s off?

“Would you care to hear my very honest opinion, Young Master?”

Rok-Soo slightly flinched, ‘Why does Ron look upset now…?’

Ron looked with a benign smile at the older redhead sibling. “I suppose you must talk with the Puppy Young Master soon.” He closed his eyes with his hands clasped behind his back, “This old servant wouldn’t be pleased to see the Kitten and the Puppy fighting again.” He bowed his head in respect, then closed the door, presumably to return to the office to look after Cale.

“…Human, did you make a mistake?”

“…probably?”

He had done something, and he wasn't sure what, but he didn't want to wait around to see Cale's behavior change slowly.

“Human, I don’t like to see you and the Gentle Human fighting again!” Raon exclaimed. Ohn and Hong nodded along with Choi Han, remembering the first fight that lasted weeks until Tristan had to step in.

Rok-Soo nodded in response but remained silent for a moment. It wouldn’t be wise to seek Cale now to ask him what he had done wrong.

“Human, are you troubled? Should I call Purple Grandpa?”

“No.” Rok-Soo quickly answered, hearing a fake cough from Choi Han. He frowned as the punk seemed to be silently laughing at him, knowing precisely why he reacts this way every time Tristan is mentioned.

Rok-Soo sighed; it’s not like their dad wouldn’t be able to solve the issue within minutes, but they aren’t kids. Tristan wouldn’t be disappointed in either of them, but Rok-Soo still found the man scary. One look from the Emperor’s sharp eyes was enough to make him drop a sweat. If they dragged him to solve another tiny fight between them, Tristan would probably scold them both and teach them a lesson.

Rok-Soo shivered at the thought and stood up. “I’ll go talk with Cale now. No need to ask Dad for help.” He looked at the kids, especially Raon and Hong, “Don’t call Dad or send him a message, all right?” While the kids’ new habit of calling Tristan randomly using his device or Cale’s is sweet, especially since they know Tristan secretly enjoys it, it’s still a bit troublesome sometimes, like now, for example.

“I understand, Human.”

“……”

Rok-Soo glanced at Ohn, pleading with a stoic face to watch her siblings in his absence. The silver cat only nodded, holding back a sigh.

.

.

“Is the duke inside?” Rok-Soo asked the guards standing by the door and went to knock after their nod. “Cale, it’s me.”

Instead of receiving an answer, the door opened before him, revealing a vicious assassin.

Rok-Soo ignored the vicious smile from the old butler, “Ron, give us a moment alone.”

Ron looked over to the side at the duke, closing his eyes with a benign smile as he earned a nod. “Yes, Young Masters.”

The door closed behind him, and Rok-Soo walked straight to the desk, admiring how organized the office was as usual for a moment despite the amount of reports and work that never seemed to end.

“What is it, hyung?”

He turned his focus to his brother looking up at him and waiting with the quill in his hand.

“I apologize for leaving a week without saying a word.”

Cale nodded calmly, “I appreciate your apology.”

Rok-Soo nodded as Cale kept staring at him with a bewildered look in his eyes, yet his little brother was still not as responsive as usual, almost even formal with him.

“I trust you, Cale.”

This time, there was a subtle look of surprise visible in Cale's eyes. ‘This is it.’ Rok-Soo was now sure of what mistake he had made this once. "I never doubt your skills and ability in dealing with any matter, whether it be inside or outside the territory."

Cale calmly nodded again. “I understand.”

He slightly frowned at the formal response, “Do you?”

“I really do.” Cale nodded with a small smile this time, “You only took matters into your hands because I was busy enough, right?” He let out a breath like a chuckle as he looked down at the papers again, going back to working on the reports. "However, hyung, I may have to provide you with some guidance. A true slacker would rather relax in his room if he knew someone else would do the work for him."

That only made Rok-Soo frown even more, “Didn’t you announce to everyone that my word is on the same level as yours?”

Cale’s hand stopped writing on the paper. He looked up again and was met with Rok-Soo’s scolding eyes, “Yes, I did. My word is your word, and your word is my word.”

Rok-Soo nodded, “Which means you can ask me to help when you’ve enough work to deal with, right?”

“That really is coming from you— Ow…” Cale looked lost with a slight frown when the other suddenly pinched his cheek.

“I care about my slacker life, but I also know very well you want to live comfortably, yet look at you.”

Cale slightly winced at the harsh pinch on his left cheek, “Ow, okay, I understand—”

“What do you understand?”

“You want me to stop overworking myself?”

“What else?”

“You never do anything on my behalf for the reason that you consider my methods are not good enough to solve the issue?”

“Excellent, make sure to remember that every day.”

Cale rubbed his reddened and slightly swollen cheek with a sigh, “How did I end up the one being scolded now?” He slightly shook his head in disbelief as Rok-Soo casually picked a cookie from the plate on his desk.

“I was already scolded by a certain dongsaeng here, then Ron and Raon. Isn’t that enough?” He went to half lay on one of the couches in front of the desk while munching on the cookie.

"Ah, that's good to hear."

The two brothers looked at each other, laughed, and immediately felt at ease again, talking casually for a while, then falling into a comfortable silence as Rok-Soo took a nap while Cale worked quietly.

.

.

Later at night…

“Ah, right! Human! Purple Grandpa called when you left your room today! Why did you leave your device here? Did you forget it?”

Cale’s hand holding the glass of wine paused, and Rok-Soo stopped patting Hong while lying on his bed, “…what did he want?”

“He wanted to check on you two. I told him you’re talking to the Gentle Human to make up because you two fought again!”

“……”

Rok-Soo turned to Ohn with a look of betrayal. She looked back at him as if saying, ‘You said not to message or call him, right?’

And both redheads sighed at the same time.

The next day…

-So, what exactly made my kids pout this time?

Tristan laughed through the screen at the two brothers, both sighing in embarrassment before their dad.

-Hey, it’s fine to grow backward and live your childhood—

“Please stop.”

And, as predicted, their dad spent the entire call teasing them for two hours while working in his office at the same time.

At least they know Madelin would scold him for it later, even if all that would come out of it is the usual playful bickering between the married pair.

#lout of count’s family #lcf #trash of the count's family #tcf #fanfic #fanfic ocs

[givemea-dam-break]

hi!! i absolutely adore your writing, and i have a request for reader x lockwood :) what if reader is smart and likes to read and stuff but is super oblivious and can’t make a first move for the life of her? and maybe it’s her first kiss or something idk :D

a/n: ooooh yes this is a cute idea!!! i hope you enjoy <3 this is in spite of netflix cancelling the show. fuck netflix.

warnings: none female reader

Correct Me If I'm Wrong - Anthony Lockwood

You're not sure when the last time you felt truly pretty was.

Most days are spent either in tatty pyjamas that are due a wash, or clothes with a myriad of ectoplasm burns and a permanent smell of lavender that clogs up your nose and makes you need to sneeze, no matter what kind of fabric conditioner you shove into the washing machine. Your hair? Well, it's certainly seen better days.

But today. Today.

Lucy stands behind you, zipping up the back of your dress as you smooth the front of it until some of the wrinkles have flattened out a little. The satin gleams in the hazy light of your shared attic bedroom, and you find yourself smiling at your reflection in the mirror. When was the last time you dolled yourself up for something?

That's not to say you're overly concerned with how you look on a day-to-day basis, it's just that the ghost-fighting business doesn't really allow for nice outfits. Except for tonight, you suppose.

The Fittes at Fifty Ball is tonight, and you've been dreading it. In all honesty, you would much rather stay at home and get as much research done about the Bone Glass before the members of Lockwood and Co take on a heist to retrieve it, but you've not got much of a choice. You all need to look as inconspicuous as possible seeing as the very thing you need, a book by Mary Dulac, is stored in the Black Library at the Fittes headquarters.

"All done," Lucy says. "Ready to steal from the biggest, most well-protected agency in the UK?"

No, not really, but still you say, "Always."

"I'm going to get our stuff ready." She fiddles with the billowing sleeves of her blue dress. "Want me to pack those biscuits you like?"

"Absolutely, Luce," you say. "Thank you."

When she leaves, you find yourself staring at your reflection for a moment longer and liking the person you see. With a satiny green dress and hair that looks like more than a few minutes of effort have been put in, you look starkly different from usual. It makes you almost yearn for more party heists.

As you're tugging on your boots, there's a knock on the door. The pattern rapped out on the wood is familiar and it makes you smile, and you say, "Come in."

Lockwood steps through the open door and makes his way up the steps into the bedroom. His dark suit makes him look even more professional than usual, and his hair has been combed back neatly, showcasing those mischief-filled dark eyes you love so much. He's carrying something behind his back, making sure to keep it hidden. But the thing you take the most notice of is his tie. It's green.

It likely means nothing. Lockwood wears whatever he wants whenever he wants with little regard for colour - come on, he wears salmon pink socks! - but something about it feels purposeful. You've never seen him wear a green tie. Hell, you didn't even know he owned one. And this is the exact same shade as your dress.

He stops a few feet short of your bed, watching with glittering eyes as you stand and smooth out your dress once more. There's a smile playing on his lips, softer than his usual grin, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

"How do I look?" you ask, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

Having him see you in a dress, with your hair styled and your makeup done, feels like standing on a stage in front of thousands of people. You're way more nervous than you should be.

For a moment, he says nothing, and you worry that he thinks it looks terrible. Maybe you should've picked the chiffon dress rather than satin, or maybe the red instead of green. You thought you had made your hair look quite nice, but maybe it looks quite stupid...

And then he says, "You look - you look beautiful, (name)."

There's a fluttery feeling in your chest, but you shove it down. You can't let yourself hope for anything that likely won't happen. Friends tell each other they look beautiful. You and Lucy do it all the time! This is no different just because it's Lockwood. Well, maybe it's a little different.

"You, too," you say. Your cheeks flush. "Well, not beautiful. Actually, I mean, if you want to be then sure. I just meant -"

He laughs, and your voice fades off. It's quite possibly your favourite sound, his laugh, because of how light it sounds. After working with him for a few months now, it's easy enough to tell that Lockwood isn't doing great a lot of the time. With his recklessness, the little jokes he makes that aren't really jokes, it's more than evident. So, now, hearing his laugh sound so genuine makes you smile and you feel a little less embarrassed.

"Thank you," he says, his smile becoming brighter. "I, uh, I have something for you. That is if you want it, of course."

"You know I hate surprises."

"Trust me. You'll like this one."

The hand that was behind his back appears, holding what looks to be an old book. The cover is faded, and the pages have browned, but he holds it delicately on the flat palm of his hand. Curiously, you step closer to him and gingerly take it from his hands.

Upon reading the title and flipping through the first few pages, your heart swells with gratitude. "This is a first edition."

"I'd certainly hope so with the trouble I went to finding it."

Your fingers carefully slip through each page, and you smile so widely you're afraid your cheeks might tear. "Lockwood, this had to have cost a fortune! You didn't have to get me this."

His posture is casual, but there's a glimmer of happiness in his eyes that is unmistakable. "I heard you talking to George about it a few weeks ago. It's your favourite book, and your birthday was recently. In all reality, I'd hoped to give it to you then, but today was the day I managed to get my hands on it."

"You -" The words get stuck in your throat, and you can almost feel yourself tearing up. "I've wanted this since I was a kid. I - Thank you, Lockwood. Seriously. This is..."

"You work so hard here," Lockwood says softly, "and I want you to know it doesn't go unnoticed. Besides, you've always been here for me. I wanted to give you something in return."

"I don't need anything in return for being a decent human being."

"Oh, all right. I'll take it back then."

Clutching the book tightly to your chest, you listen happily as he laughs again, throwing his head back a little. It's a wonderful sight, one that has your heart racing, one that makes you itch to throw your arms around him in the tightest embrace you can muster to simply show how grateful you are for the book, for his laugh and his smile and his presence.

But you refrain. Who's to say he won't just push you away?

"Thank you," you say again. "You're the best."

"I hope you're not just saying that because I pay your wages."

It's almost unnoticeable, but he shuffles forward ever so slightly. Already, you can feel the warmth radiating off of him and smell the faint scent of bitter tea and cheap shampoo underneath whatever aftershave he's put on. Your breath catches in your throat. There's less than a foot between you, but it has you fumbling for something to say or do.

"We should probably head downstairs," he murmurs, gaze fixed on yours. "The taxi will be here soon."

You nod. Neither of you moves.

He looks at you with those coppery eyes of his with a smile that feels distinctly private, and your heart thuds so loudly in your chest that you're convinced he can hear it, too. Words echo in your mind, words you want to say to him more than anything else, but your lips stay firmly shut.

How are you meant to tell him how you feel? That every time he merely looks at you, your heart starts beating as if you've just run a marathon? That you long to be the only person he shares his private smiles with, the only one that ever hears his true, unburdened laughs when you make a joke or make a fool of yourself? How are you supposed to explain that the times you spend with him are your favourites or that you search a dozen different shops simply to find his favourite biscuits to make him smile?

It's easy enough to list it to yourself, to find the words, but to say them to him? It's a different thing entirely, and it makes your mouth feel dry and your hands tremble a little.

"I need to tell you something," Lockwood says, and his voice has become breathier, quieter. "Just in case things go wrong tonight.”

"Nothing's going to go wrong."

He makes to take your book from your hands, and you hesitate. He only laughs, promising that it isn't going far, and slips it onto your crowded bookcase with gentle hands.

Gentle hands that soon reach for yours.

The touch takes you by surprise, but it's welcome. His hands are soft and warm, and they envelop yours. Now he has to be able to feel your racing pulse, surely. There's no way he can't.

"(name)..." He pauses, looking away from you for a moment. When his gaze returns, it's soft, nervous, even, and you find yourself transfixed, unable to look away. "I've been trying to tell you this for a few weeks now, but I couldn't - I couldn't figure out the words, so I resorted to other things. Making your tea in the mornings, asking you to come along with me on errands."

Bright, beautiful hope flickers in your chest, and this time you don't push it down. This time, you nurture it, letting it bring a small smile to your lips. Lockwood sees it, and he straightens a little with confidence. Not much, nowhere near as confident as he usually seems, but it keeps him speaking.

"Ever since you walked through the front door for your interview, I've never stopped thinking of you. Day and night, you're on my mind. The way you scrunch your nose when you're listening for Visitors, or how you become entirely unreachable when you read. How I can ask you anything, and you know the answer to it almost immediately."

His hands are shaking a little bit. You squeeze them softly.

"I like the way you smile, and how happy you are when I remember your order for Arif's. Most of all, I like -"

He's struggling with the words.

"Are you trying to say you like me?"

Part of you doesn't believe it. How could he? He's Anthony Lockwood, a boy from the city who owns his own company that breaks how the system of ghost-hunting works by simply having him be in charge. And you? You're a girl from some tiny town, a nobody whose only virtues are being relatively smart and being able to hear ghosts, though not on a grand scale. In reality, your paths would never have crossed if not for you finding a little clipping in the newspaper advertising for an agent.

So how could he like you? With his admirable Sight, the confidence that you always lack, the charm that could be used to entrance any girl he could ever so wish?

But here he stands, so close to you with shaky hands and faltering words, looking at you as if you've been placed here by some otherworldly forces solely for the purpose of enchanting him. He looks at you as if you're more than you really are, like someone a person could love and cherish.

"No," he says.

And your heart sinks all the way down to the floor, followed by your eyes. Your hands slacken in his, and your skin feels hot with embarrassment. You dread to think of how red you've become, and you turn your face away from him, instead looking at the book he gifted you. Were you stupid for hoping it meant more? Probably.

"I love you."

Three words. Three simple words that have your gaze snapping back to his, your heart rushing to your throat, and your hands tensing all at the same time. Three simple words that spark a blazing fire inside your chest. But, still, there's an ache in your throat.

"Don't kid with me, Lockwood."

His eyes are completely sincere, crinkled slightly with humour. "I'm not."

"You're about to laugh."

"Only because you're funny."

"I -" Your hands slip from his, and you brush your hair out of your face, faltering back a step. "You're being serious?"

With slightly pink cheeks and an almost shy smile, he says, "I am. I wouldn't joke about this, (name)."

"You - You love me? Why?"

"Didn't you listen to that long spiel I just had?" Once more, he takes a step closer. Then another until he's standing even closer than before, close enough that you can feel his breaths ruffling your hair slightly. "Because you're you. Because I admire and adore every single part of and about you."

You have to tilt your head to look at him with him being so close. "Have you hit your head recently?"

"If I have, and this is a dream, then I'm glad you're the girl of my dreams."

"Girl in your dreams," you correct quietly, halfheartedly.

Lockwood smiles. "I love that about you, too. That incessant need to correct me on anything I say."

"Someone's got to."

"Okay, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but would I be right in assuming that you feel the same?"

The words catch in your throat, but you nod regardless, smiling when his smile melts into his wide grin. This grin, it isn't the newspaper one. The infamous Lockwood Grin. This is only for you, something for you both to share solely between yourselves, and it's something you feel eternally grateful for being able to see, never mind be the cause of.

"Fantastic," he says, "because there's something I've been wanting to do for what feels like a lifetime now."

Your voice comes out shaky. "Would it perhaps involve kissing me?"

It does, apparently, because he leans closer until your faces are almost touching. His hands cup your face so gently it's as if they've been created from the air itself, but he waits, searching your eyes for any hesitation or rejection.

He never finds it. When your face tilts in accordance with his, he takes his cue and presses his lips onto yours.

You've never kissed anyone before, so the feeling is surreal. It's as if the very world around you melts away into nothingness until all you're aware of is him and his hands on your face, yours on his chest, his lips on yours. By no means is the kiss long, but it feels like eternity in a single second. Everything feels right and perfect.

When he pulls away, you're a little lost for breath, but you smile at him nonetheless, egged on by his dazzling grin. His hands still cup your face, and you're still clutching the blazer at his chest, but neither of you makes to move. Not when this feels so right.

"I'd do that again," he says softly, "but we have a taxi to get in."

"Who cares? One more?"

And he obliges before taking your hand in his and leading you out of the room. All the while, you yourself grin. Maybe you should be hopeful more often.

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #x reader #fanfiction #givemea-dam-break

[caitimetravels]

stay

-> minho x (fem) reader

-> fandom: the maze runner

requested by: @acupnoodle

a/n: this was so cute to write i hope you like it <333 sorry for the delay :/ this ended up longer than i thought it would

warnings: alcohol ig, mention of sex but nothing happened

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holy shit did she need a drink. y/n made a beeline for gally’s moonshine, quickly plucking a jar up for herself, making a short point to raise it his way in thanks. she chugged a few gulps as she stepped over to her usual tree to haul herself out of reach for a good few minutes.

leaning back against the trunk behind her, she watched the boys fight and dance around like children. 

a bonfire never did fail to bring their spirits back up.

but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t push today’s events to the back of her mind. 

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“yeah well that’s just the problem isn’t it? you’re so great! you’re so perfect!” she threw her arms up in annoyance, anger filling her body as her head spun in her moment of rage. it was all becoming too much.

she was sick of the constant discrimination, the lack of belief in her abilities as a runner, as a keeper. it was always, ‘don’t worry, i’ll ask minho’, ‘it’s fine, minho can deal with it’, ‘minho would do it’, ‘you’re not doing it right, minho would know’

she didn’t even know why she was taking it out on him, why she was starting an argument. he didn’t know. he would never know. 

but something about just how perfect he was made her so.. angry.

“come on!” he started with a scoff, growing angrier the more she made assumptions. he took a step towards her, intimidating “look, i’m sorry you find me so perfect but-”

“no! it’s always you!” she begun to step his way, arms pushing at his chest, hands desperately clinging to his shirt, shoving him backwards, forcing him to stumble into the hundreds of maze drawings scattered around them. “i don’t understand why they think you’re so much better than me! you’re so- ugh!” 

she finally let go of him, both wobbling from the momentum of the push, minho falling in front of her.

he stared at her for a moment, stunned. a moment way too long, apparently, had he wanted to say something.

she felt the tears well up in her eyes, frustration and realisation taking over from the blinding anger as she fled.

“hey- wait!” 

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later, she supposed. later, she’d apologise. but for now, she’d stick to avoiding him like usual. they never did work out their problems..

she could feel her head getting fuzzy, pulse speeding up as her tension loosened. mm, maybe that was the best idea she had had all day, though?

except..

“how about some fun boys? oh, and our dear lady?” maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. 

“truth or dare?” no matter how vigorously she shook her head, nobody paid attention and she merely found herself being pulled into the circle, eyes unintentionally finding those that made her heart beat faster.

she scoffed internally, passing it off as anger. she knew that it was anything but.

“so..” the game went boringly as expected with the common ‘who do you have a crush on?’ questions being sent her way and some dares to chug drinks and do stupid stunts. 

with a sigh, y/n continued to sip on her jar of moonshine, just waiting for the game to either end or get interesting. 

but by interesting this wasn’t what she had in mind.

“y/n, truth or dare?” gally smirked, tipping his jar her way. she watched him with bored eyes, tiredly calling out ‘dare’. might as well, she internally shrugged to herself.

“i dare you.. to sit on minho’s lap for the rest of the game” she almost dropped her jar in surprise. what kind of-

“unless you’re too chicken” he shrugged, mocking her as he tipped his head back to take another sip. she frowned, deeply, immediately rising to her feet, desperate to prove her point.

she wasn’t just another shank, she wasn’t scared. she plopped herself right in her co-keepers lap, sending them a daring look, as if challenging them to say something. 

the boys screeched, going wild at the blush on their faces. though they would probably blame it on the drink she couldn’t deny her heart was racing, the heat spreading as she felt minho’s hands gently, unsurely hold her waist.

she glowered at the rowdy boys, immediately shutting them up with a snap “newt! truth or dare?” 

at least she had that power over them, she supposed.

before she knew it she woke up, almost nose-to-nose with the one boy she didn’t want near her after last night’s memories. although she couldn’t seem to piece together all of yesterday’s events, unsure how she wound up next to him.

as she stared at him wide eyed, he slowly groaned, blinking the sleep out of his eyes before matching her gaze. 

“what the shuck?!” she immediately went for the defensive route. “why are you in my bed, you perverted shank?!” he groaned again, pushing at her face blindly, trying to cover her mouth.

“shut up, it’s too early for that” he dismissed, rolling onto his back and shielding his eyes with his arm.

she frowned at his lack of response, looking around to see that nothing had happened, both of them were fully clothed, in fact it only appeared that she had slept on his chest all night. 

she didn’t know whether to grimace or smile, her heart inwardly doing flips in her own chest at the thought. she shook it off.

“did.. did you bring me up to bed?” she spoke softly, the most vulnerable he had ever seen her act since she came out of the box two years ago. he didn’t make his usual snarky comment, eyeing her carefully from the corner of his eye.

“yeah..” he nodded carefully, unsure of how she would act. surely not the same as last night.

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“minhooo” she whined, dangling off his shoulder as he walked her towards her room. “minho, where are we going?” she continued to slur, nuzzling into his shirt and giggling at his scowl.

“walk, woman” he groaned, practically dragging her along. he was just glad the boys had all gone to bed, nobody in sight to witness her embarrassingly acting like a clingy drunk.

at least, she would think it was embarrassing. he wasn’t so sure he despised it with how she held onto his waist, staring up at him with lovestruck eyes.

“come on, lets just get you to bed” he sighed, using his foot to kick the door to her room open, pushing her towards the bed. “you won’t remember this in the morning” 

and that thought made him a little sad.

but that quickly disappeared when she pulled him down with her, threatening to cry if he left her alone.

he allowed himself to smile, giving in to her hug.

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“why did you stay?” she sat up almost instinctually, insecurely holding her arms to her chest.

“why not?” he sat up too, staring at her in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. did she actually not remember last night?

“don’t get me wrong, i’m not...” she paused, scratching at her arm absentmindedly as she thought of the word, “mad that you did.. i think? but... why? i mean, i’m not exactly someone you would want to be around after yesterday”

“what-” he paused, remembering the heated argument they had had earlier. before the heart fluttering truth or dare game. he pushed down a blush. “oh..”

“yeah..” she chewed on her lip, refusing to look at him. she knew she would have to say it one day. “i’m sorry” 

“i know, i am too” he half-smiled before reaching for her waist again, hoping she would give in to another hug. surely they could stay like they were for a couple more minutes? “come here”

she tensed. did he.. did he really think she was that easy? she felt her insides boil, anger growing. she harshly shoved him away. “you-you! you’re just like the rest! you only want me because i’m the only girl! ugh i knew it! you’re all the same! and to think i actually liked you!” 

“wait- i didn’t mean it like-” she cut him off, expression stone cold.

“get out” 

“but-”

“get. out!” he scrambled up, frowning at her, hurt written all over his face before he turned, leaving.

as soon as he disappeared she broke down, sobbing. god, she just admitted to him that she liked him. the boys were going to have a field day.

to her surprise, the boys didn’t have a field day. they didn’t even look at her differently. they all still hit on her, called her names they thought were cute (they weren’t). nobody spoke differently, nobody looked at her differently.

did he.. did he seriously not tell them?

she shook her head. it didn’t matter.

it took a whole month for there to be any proper communication between the two. 

both of them were stubborn. stubborn enough to need another bonfire to pull them together.

once again she found herself sipping her jar of moonshine, perched in her usual tree just trying to find some escape from reality. she couldn’t help but let her eyes drift to minho, seated in his usual spot where he ate and joked around with the other runners. 

she sighed heavily, she was going to need like three jars of gally’s drink to get any ounce of courage. there was no way she could ever find herself joining them.

and yet.. she did. 

“you asshole” she slurred, pointing a wobbly finger towards minho. she had been dancing with the other boys when her eyes caught his. he raised an eyebrow, urging her to go on. “you’re an asshole”

he scoffed, although greatly amused by her drunk mumblings. “maybe if you just stop accusing me and jumping to conclusions, then maybe we could have an actual conversation for once?” 

“no” she huffed, crossing her arms and pouting. she had no idea what they were arguing about, it was clear as day. minho knew that, standing to bring her to bed before she revealed something she was sure to regret in the morning. 

he bid farewell to the boys who complained about her leaving until newt scolded them, “she’s drunk” minho sent them a quick glare, pulling her along with him.

she was quick to change demeanour the minute they were alone, almost like she knew she didn’t have anyone to act in front of anymore.

“you know” y/n begun, a lazy smile upon her lips. she leaned into minho’s shoulder, pretending like she wasn’t three moonshine jars too drunk, “the stars are pretty”

“mm” he hummed along, more focused on getting her to bed than whatever she was rambling about. she was making it difficult though with all her struggling.

“and your eyes have stars in them” he stopped walking to raise an eyebrow, curious as to where she was going. “so you’re pretty”

he took a moment before snorting, trying hard to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. she was drunk.

“come on, let’s get you to bed”

“noooo” she whined again, weakly pushing her hands into his chest, doing nothing to distance them, “you’ll leave me”

“i won’t” he falsely promised, knowing sober y/n wouldn’t want him to be there. especially not after last time.

“you liar” she scoffed, head pressing against his shoulder as she grew sleepier. he sighed, bending slightly to sweep her feet off the ground. 

“last i checked, you didn’t want me to stay, hm?” 

“but i do” she reached a hand up to his cheek, pulling his face towards her. “i like you” she giggled, and he shook his head, not believing her.

“you keep saying that but then you yell at me” he grumbled, making the same movement to kick her door open as he had the last time they stepped into her room. 

“you don’t like me” she begun to sniffle, dropping her hands dramatically. 

“of course i do” he quickly defended before remembering she was drunk. he laid her on her bed again, swiftly stepping away before she could pull the same trick. 

“you’re a liar” she yawned but continued to stare at him, determined. “you leave and you fight with me and you don’t like me. i like you, why don’t you like me?”

“because you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying” he frowned, trying had to keep his heart from beating as fast as it was.

“i may be drunk but at least i’m honest” she gave him a triumphant grin, like she had just won a game he didn’t know he was playing.

“whatever” he didn’t move, contemplating his options before moving back towards her. “if you wake up to regret it, don’t blame me, alright?” 

she cheered, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close.

when they awoke she stared at him, feeling oddly more at peace than the last time she had woken up like this. she took a moment, memories slowly piecing themselves together.

“hey..” she softly whispered as his eyes fluttered open, “i really do like you”

“mm, i like you too” he gave her a soft grin, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to her lips. her face heated up but she pushed back against him, content.

“are you going to push me away again?” he hummed teasingly, pulling her closer.

she definitely wouldn’t, she thought as she leaned into his embrace.

#tmr #the maze runner #tmr x reader #minho x reader #tmr minho #tmr minho x reader #the maze runner minho #the maze runner minho x reader #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner imagine #tmr imagine

[eomayas]

hi! if you're still taking requests, may i request a baekhyun angst writing? i'll leave it up to you as long as it doesn't involve sickness or de*th :) thank youu~

a/n: hi, thank you for the request and your patience, as well as your support! i’m not the best angst writer and don’t really know how good or concise this is, so sorry for any mistakes. hope you like it 💕 (i’m also really bad at ending all of my stories so bear with me)

broken promises • bbh [req]

pairing: idol!baekhyun x f!reader

genre: angst

warnings: angst

“so this is it?” he asks, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped in front of him. his eyes shine with tears that he is trying not to let fall.

you shrug. “i cant keep doing this, baekhyun,” you sniff, wiping under your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. his eyes stay locked on the floor, as if a solution to fixing your relationship will spew from the carpet.

baekhyun can’t even remember how you two ended up here. one minute, he was walking in the door and the next you were telling him that you wanted to break up. his brain turned off after the word left your lips, and all he could hear was the echo of your voice in his head saying “i’m done”. “done” as in with him, with your relationship, with waiting on him, with waiting for him. simply just done, over it.

he tried to salvage it, begged you to see it through. tried to reason with you that he’d be better, he’d make more time for you, that he loved you. but he’d fallen short on so many of the promises of the past, that his words went in one ear and out the other for you.

you never wanted it to get to this point, but it started to feel inevitable. he was gone a lot—you knew that’d be the case when you agreed to be his girlfriend. you practically signed up for it. and it was fine, you could deal with it as long as he came back to you, and made time for you. he held up his end of the deal, coming right home to you once he was finished with his schedules, reserving time—days—just for you, turning off his phone and ignoring calls from his friends.

he did it all, until he stopped. he got comfortable—all it took was you saying it was fine that he saw some friends once, to let him forget about you completely. those days turned into mere hours turned into quick hellos and goodbyes. you lived alone half of the year, and it started to feel like he was just there to sleep on the days he was back from his schedules. there were barely any signs that he lived with you beyond his clothes in the closest. anyone could come over and assume that you lived alone, and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong.

you gave him the benefit of the doubt every time. you convinced yourself that he’d see you when he got the chance. but he never made time, so the opportunity never arose. it got to a point where you were lucky to even hold a conversation with him for longer than a few minutes.

bakehyun was a stranger in your house. it felt odd to even see him sit in the chair across from you. it’s probably the first time it’s ever been occupied by him.

“y/n, please,” he begs. he doesnt even know what he’s begging for—another chance, reconsideration? understanding?

you shake your head. “no, baekhyun. i cant be with you anymore,” a single tear falls out of his eye and drags down the length of his cheek, curving down his jaw before dropping onto the wood floor.

this day wasn’t supposed to happen. these words were never supposed to leave your mouth. and nothing could have ever prepared baekhyun for it, not even if it was telegrammed to him, or if the signs were always there.

baekhyun sniffs and finally lifts his head to look at you, and feels like crumpling all over again, because you’re no longer his. the woman across from him is now a stranger, somebody he once had and took for granted.

he wants so badly to touch you one last time, to hold and to kiss you to commit to memory. he needs something to hold onto, to remind himself it wasn’t always like this, but maybe it has been and he’s been too blind to see it. “i can be better,” he sniffs, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

you shake your head. you once had better, had the best from him. it’s hard to believe that he could ever be that same man again. “baekhyun, it’s over,” and it kills you to keep saying it, because every time the words leave your lips it becomes more real. your life with baekhyun is unfolding in the worst possible way.

it’s helpless now. any words he says will be like grasping at straws, and he’s run out. he’s run out of chances to make things better. and he’ll curse himself forever for losing the one thing in his life that meant the most, all because he couldn’t read the signs that were right in front of him.

#exo #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #byun baekhyun #exo baekhyun #baekhyun x you #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun angst #baekhyun fic

[echoing--stars]

Rowan and Link's soldier buddies hanging out while Link has to work

This was a fun one to write! Martin and Talyn are always up to chaos, and Crin tries to pretend he's above it (but he would definitely fight the other two for his favorite pastry.) These OCs come from my fic Friends in Low Places!

(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)

Rowan set the tray of the day’s last pastries on top of the display case. He was getting ready to close, so the remaining pastries would be sold at a steep discount or given away if they still didn’t sell in the next hour. The bell hanging off the door knob chimed and the door swung open, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the bakery. Rowan looked up to see three of Link’s friends — Crin, Talyn, and Martin — walking in. “Hey guys. Sorry to say that I’m just about out of stock for the day, but help yourself to anything left.” Martin and Talyn immediately went to the tray of pastries while Crin leaned on the counter near where Rowan was cleaning the shelves. “Good day for the bakery?” “Pretty good. Not too many leftovers today.” “I guarantee that there won’t be any left by the time those two get through with them.” Crin gestured to where the other men each had a pastry in both hands and were trying to talk with their mouths full. Rowan laughed, shaking his head. “Better get something before they’re gone, then. I think there’s an apple tart left.” Crin kept up his usual facade of seriousness for just a few seconds before he broke down and turned to the pastry tray. He pushed the other two out of the way to take his chosen pastry. Rowan went to the front door and flipped the sign to ‘closed’. He knew the three men would polish off the pastries soon enough, and he was more than happy to let them. It meant that he could get an early start on cleaning up. He’d been running the bakery by himself since day one, but he’d gotten used to having Link around to help out. With him being on an extended trip to the far reaches of the kingdom, Rowan’s days had gotten longer and more tiring. He still loved the work, but that didn’t change the fact that the bakery was busier than ever and being the sole worker was getting harder. Rowan gathered the utensils and trays still left in the front of the bakery and took them to the kitchen. Crin, Martin, and Talyn’s voices drifted in from the front as Rowan started washing up. It was a few minutes before his guests joined him in the kitchen. “How can we help?” Martin asked. “It’s okay,” Rowan said, setting one of the trays beside the sink. “I got it.” “We want to help, though. Help you get out of here a little early today.” Rowan looked over his shoulder. Crin was already wiping the counter, clearing off the flour and dough scraps. Martin and Talyn were practically standing at attention, waiting for orders. Rowan tried not to smile — they both looked so earnest. “All right, as you wish. One of you can clean the displays out front. It’s okay to just wipe stuff onto the floor, we’ll clean those last. And the other can dry these dishes and put them away.” He trusted Crin to keep working at the counter behind him. Of the three friends, Crin had spent the most time in the bakery, coming to check on Link and helping out on occasion. The others hadn’t come back to the kitchen very often. With all four of them working, the bakery was cleaned much quicker than normal. Since the bakery was closed tomorrow, Rowan didn’t have to start making anything. Instead, as Martin finished the floors, he wrote out a list of ingredients he needed to restock at the market and his order for his supplier for the following week. “Alright, Rowan, I think we finished everything. Are you ready to go now?” Rowan looked up from his list. “Go where?” “We’re going to the tavern for dinner. Did we not tell you?” “No?” Martin pointed at Crin. “You were supposed to tell him!”

Crin grinned sheepishly. “Well, he knows now.” Crin turned to Rowan. “Anything else we need to do first?” The bakery was perhaps the cleanest it had been since Link had left, but when Rowan glanced down, his clothes were definitely not. Despite the apron he always wore, there was flour everywhere and he couldn’t imagine that his hair was in any way presentable. “Maybe I should get changed first. Want to come upstairs?” At their nods, Rowan led the way up to the apartment. It was cool and dark upstairs, so Rowan took a moment to open the curtains before heading to get washed up. After getting changed and washing his face, Rowan redid his hair, brushing a finger through the curls and tying it back up.

By the time he made it back out, the others had washed up in the kitchen and were waiting by the door. Rowan pulled on his shoes and gestured for them to head back downstairs. Afternoon was turning to evening as Rowan locked the bakery doors and walked beside Crin towards the tavern. Martin and Talyn walked ahead of them. “It was nice of you guys to come help out. Did Link ask you to?” Crin looked over at him with an eyebrow raised. “What do you mean?” “I just thought that with him being away…” Rowan shrugged. Crin hummed. “You’re our friend too, you know. Maybe we haven’t been very good friends if you think we’d only want to hang out with you if the captain asked us too.” Rowan blushed and smiled sheepishly. He supposed he hadn’t realized how close they’d all gotten, but he had to admit that this was nice.

#Zee!! #worm writes #linked universe #lu fanfic #rowanverse

[yourlocalfriendlyhobbit]

I don't know if your requests are open or not if not my apologies you can just ignore this lol but If you could, could you do a haldir x reader where they have the kind of relationship where they're always bickering but it's always seemingly in jest and they both know they don't really mean it but one day haldir is having a bad day and he accidentally goes too far with the usual banter and says something actually mean like maybe makes some comment about how time passes differently for elves and he won't have to suffer you much longer because mortals fade very quickly and dude I dunno angst ending or fluff ending somehow lol?

Pairing: Haldir x (human) Reader

Warnings: Angst, no comfort

Gender neutral, no hair/eyes/skin colour mentioned. might be a little OOC.

A/N:  

My dear Haldir! I love him soooo much! AHHHH! My first love!

Thank you for your request, anon! I love it!!! i usually like reading angst, but never wrote any, so idk if i’m good x)

Requests are always open, unless stated otherwise in a post, so don’t hesitate to send anything ;)

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From the moment you met, your relationship with Haldir has always been an odd one. To others, people who don’t know either of you, it might seem like you two don’t get along at all; but to the ones who were close to the both of you, they know that behind all your jests and bickering, you really care for eachother.

Some even jockingly said that you acted like an old married couple, but they were quickly chased away by (a flustered) Haldir, while you tried to hide your blush with a forced laugh... Because yes, you both liked (maybe even loved) each other, but were too proud or too scared to admit it.

Because, romance between an elf and a human always end up in tragedy...

...

The day had started normally for you. You woke up a little after sunrise, when the first hushed sounds of elves walking and quietly chatting reached your room... You went to the kitchens to grab something to eat quickly, before going on a small walk in the woods.

You didn’t see Haldir before the early afternoon, when he came back from a short patrol. He looked slightly tired, but was doing a very good job at hiding it. When he parted from his group, you took your chance and walked up to him; you didn’t have the opportunity to tease him for 12 hours... And what was supposed to be a fun time bickering with your friend, took a turn you never expected to take...

You had underestimated how tired Haldir was, and refused to leave him when he told you he wasn’t in the mood for your ‘childish’ behavior. And that word alone started the argument...

Words, said in the heat of moment, that both of you would regret saying later, were thrown back and forth. Both your faces were becoming redder by the second... But then, Haldir said something would’ve never expected him to say:

“Good thing humans’ lives are shorter than elves’; just a few decades and you’ll be off my hands! I wont have to deal with you anymore!”

The silence that followed that sentence was louder than anything known. You could only stare at him with wide eyes and shaky hands, and your face lost all it’s color. You shook your head a little, like you were shaking out of a trance, stumbling back, and tried to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. You took a step back when Haldir reached out his hand to you. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, you ran away from him...

...

2 weeks later...

You had successfully managed to avoid Haldir until now, dodging all his attempt at talking to you... You couldn’t face him just yet. In those past weeks, you had the time to think about what would be better; the decision was not an easy one to take, but you needed to do what was the best for you...

You decided to leave Lothlorien and go to Rivendell for some time, to heal your heart, until you were ready to face Haldir again.

So it’s in secret, but with Lady Galadriel’s blessing, that you prepared your journey. She had sent a message to her dear friend, Lord Elrond, to inform him of your impending arrival.

...

The day of departure had arrived. It was extremely early, and you were pretty sure that you would be able to leave without anyone noticing; but luck wasn’t on your side...

As you turned a corner to the stabbles, with your bags, you came across Orophin, one of Haldir’s brother. He knew what happened between you and his brother, and he didn’t need to ask to know what you were doing.

“Are you leaving for a long time?”

He asked. You bit your lips.

“No idea. I need time away from here, and him... I need time before I face him again, and hear what he has to say..”

You lowered your gaze. Orophin stood by you and put his hand on your shoulder.

“Take your time. Haldir will understand. Rumil and I might have to hold him back from running after you at first, but he will understand..”

Orophin tapped your shoulder lightly, as a silent good bye, and left to probably tell Rumil everything, so they can figure out a way to tell Haldir in the morning. You were thankful for those 2 elves who always treated like a sibling.

You saddled your horse, and, like a shadow, left the place you had call home for years with a heavy heart, not knowing when or if you would come back... 

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DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS!

#lord of the rings #lotr #haldir #lord of the rings haldir #lotr haldir #lord of the rings fanfic #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #haldir x reader

[starstruckserenity]

hii! so i have a funny little request

you know how you see those videos of guys asking someone out to prom in really funny/creative ways? i would like to see that with kokichi :) (i hope i explained this well)

ooooh, what a fun idea! thank you so much for requesting!! i decided to write this in a sort of headcanon-like format. i hope that is okay! <3

i'm also so sorry that this is so short! ;;

prom night was something you had been awaiting for longer than you remembered, and it was getting dangerously close

you always dreamed that you would have an attractive date, and that you would walk through the doors in a magnificent outfit that would surely make every person you strutted past stop and stare

but, to your dismay, no one had asked you out yet. what were you supposed to do? you had told your friends you were going to ask your long-time crush, kokichi, to attend prom with you. but you chickened out at the last moment, and you had begun to lose all hope in impressing your friends with an above-average partner to take to the dance

as you shoved your face into your pillow, whining at your loneliness, you barely heard the commotion that was taking place in your backyard

you snapped out of your sadness when you heard a huge crash that was impossible to ignore

you screamed, got out of your bed, and quickly ran to your window to see what happened

you were expecting some kind of crazy murderer to be in your lawn, plotting to take your life, but what you didn't expect was to see kokichi, adorning a suit and tie

just standing there

behind the horrifying sight of about a hundred candles that were burning brightly, precisely formed into the words "prom?"

you screamed once again as you ran outside, fire extinguisher clutched in your hands

you didn't have time to think before spraying kokichi with the thick, foamy liquid

luckily, you put out the flames. but sadly, you ruined his suit

you began spewing out apologies before realizing how much danger he put himself and you in

you scolded him for a good few minutes as he simply stood there smugly, wiping his face with the back of his hand

"You never answered my question."

he said, staring expectantly at you

he may be chaotic, but he was still your crush. you loved him, craziness and all. how could you not accept his offer?

#kokichi x reader #danganronpa x reader

[voguescapes]

timothee cheating on reader and she basically goes crazy? if you want to you can make it a song fic with the song we belong together by ritchie valens? take your time and i love your writing so much ❤️

traitor | t. chalamet

pairings. timothée chalamet x reader (no gender mentioned)

about. timothée cheats on (y/n), leading to unexpected consequences.

warnings. reader is kind of crazy, character death, mentions of cheating, not my gif, unedited work, let me know if i missed something.

note: i’m sorry that my writings have been short but i’m going to start making longer ones soon! also, thanks for 55 followers! i’ll make a celebration at 60!! i’m sorry for the ending it went with the song 😢 this is supposed to be angsty but it’s actually funny so sorry about that

he cheated. if i can't have him, no one can. he didn't know that i caught him yet. he thought that he was going to get away with it. after timothée fell asleep, i went over the plan.

i got dressed, and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. i grabbed a rohypnol that was in the bottom drawer of my nightstand and slipped into his water.

i shake timothée awake and tell him to drink the water.

you're mine, your lips belong to me yes, they belong to only me for eternity

"why?" he said yawning. "your voice sounded a bit sore this morning." i said smiling at him. he looked up at me and smiled a little. those brown eyes, i was going to miss looking at them when i woke up. those perfectly plump lips, i was going to miss kissing them. and those curls that always would fall to his face, i was going to miss tangling my hands in them. most of all, i was going to miss him, but cheaters get what they deserve.

after about 5 minutes of talking, he slowly falls unconscious. the hardest thing was dragging him to the car. once i finally managed to get him to the car, i put him in the backseat of the car and tie his arms and legs up with ropes and put a gag in his mouth. i start driving to a remote location and when i got there, i parked on the side walk.

you're my, my baby and you'll always be i swear by everything i own you'll always, always be mine

i drag him by his arms inside of a gate leading to an abandoned cabin. i drag his body into the empty cabin and tie him up into the wooden chair that's sitting directly in the middle of the cabin.

i make myself comfortable for the next twenty minutes or so until i finally see him wake up. "ugh, finally you're awake, you hobo!" i say as i position myself up straight. i walk up to him and take the gag out of his mouth.

"(y/n), where are we? what are you doing? hobo?" timothèe asked with the most confused look on his face.

"you cheated on me!" i walked over to him and sat on his lap looking at him directly in his eyes. he was starting to cry.

“wait, let’s talk about this!” he pleaded.

i only smiled at his request. “there’s not enough time to talk, timmy.”

i kissed him and stood up. he sat there; head down and crying. i lit a cigarette and grabbed the tank filled with gasoline, pouring it around the shed. “i love you, timmy.” i whispered for the last time ever.

you're mine and we belong together yes, we belong together for eternity

i step out of the cabin and flick the still-lit cigarette onto the cabin floor. "i love you timmy, you’ll always be mine, and only mine. for eternity." i say as i walk away hearing his screams.

it was 7 in the morning when i heard a knock on the door. i immediately knew who it was. i got up and was ready to get away with murder. i walked downstairs and opened the door seeing a police officer at the front door.

"did you find him yet?" i questioned, sounding worried. i told the cops i haven't seen him in two days and they've been searching for him ever since.

"can i come in?" he asked. i opened the door more wider to let him in. i directed him to the living room to have a seat.

"we… we found his remains in an isolated location, about 50 miles away from here.." i put my hand on my chest and started crying; staying in character.

traitor.

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Sincerely not trying to be annoying, but do you still have plans to write your requests one day?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the short answer: yes and no. The longer answer:

The elden ring asks; yes! Those are headcanons and much easier to digest. i am answering the godwyn ask today, as well as working on the tanith/rykard ask. elden ring, in general, is easier for me to digest, though it's generally much slower work, as there's more lore for me to take into account. one thing i often strive for is complete accuracy, though i do not doubt i've been wrong before. they take a very long time, due to being paired against my work and other life events, but i find them much easier to do.

the cheater!miguel ask; most likely not. though the concept was good, and i would've enjoyed writing it before, full length works are MUCH harder for me to focus on these days. unless it's something i wanted to work on initially (i.e. the daryl dixon mention), it's harder to pump out something that's roughly 5k words unless the idea came to me before. this also goes with one of my rules, that hyperspecific asks would be considered. i never posted the ask, but it's about two paragraphs long! very specific, and given the situation i'm currently in, while i wanted to attempt it before, i don't see it happening.

the tall!s/o leon ask; again, this was a wonderful idea! i'm a tall lamb myself, and always appreciate the representation. but there wasn't much else added onto it aside from 'leon with a tall s/o', so i'm unsure if they were hoping for headcanons, a full length work, mere thoughts...which means it falls into the same category as the miguel ask. again, it falls under another rule i had: 'have a base idea for what you want made', and looking back i feel i could've written it more specifically, but this means more than simply character + single notion. this also means - do you want headcanons? a full work? that sort of thing!

to be very transparent on my situation: i am a store manager for an ailing company store due to malldeath, so i'm under quite a bit of pressure. i do not get off days generally, as more often than not i get called in for one reason or another. paired with health issues i won't divulge and the fact that my ram and i are in a long distance relationship with a time difference, this leaves me with very little energy at all times. my schedule oft looks like this, on a day to day basis; wake up, go to work, get off of work, get home, cook and clean for my family, speak with my ram once he gets off of work, go to bed, repeat. i do not mean to blow off asks and requests-but i did put within my bio that i'm prone to disappearing for a reason. i think some might take it as a more artsy or figurative thing, but i meant it in the most blunt way possible!

this also means that my own writing capabilities are tied directly with inspiration, as opposed to energy. i know quite prolific writers who post every day, splendid things, simply because they have the energy! but i do not have that. if i am compelled to write, it is because something has kickstarted it; usually, starting a new series, as exemplified my ram has asked me to watch the Walking Dead with him. i operate often on a snowball effect; i write one thing, then another, then another, before hitting a block and waiting for the next thing to come along to kickstart it.

allow me to be clear; i am certainly not upset by this ask, nor is it annoying! it's a very genuine question, as it's been nigh a year since most of these asks have been sent. as far as my flock sees, there is no work being done, no proof of such. i suppose it's akin to an absent mother bringing back men after my children get attached to the one prior. it is far from the best situation, but i am attempting to be as transparent as possible about my work and processes.

#message to the flock #anonymous asks (per)