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fairyrosepetals · 1 year

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❤️A Strange Valentines❤️

TW: Slight suggestiveness, mentions of drug use

🕶️Steve Harrington🕶️

Where do I begin with Mr. Steve Harrington? We all know he’s a total sweetheart and naturally a great mother hen type to his younger friends, but what about when he falls head over heels for you?

Whether your first introduction was when he worked at Scoops Ahoy or at the family video, you can bet your ass he is flirting with you the moment you enter the store.

His flirting definitely has you laughing, watching him stumble over his words and possibly trip over his own two feet just trying to approach you is something you find endearing. He just wants to find someone to love and spend the rest of his life with, and his gut tells him that you might be the one.

Who can blame him? The moment he saw you, he swore he thought he heard a choir of angels behind you. Robin quickly taking notice urges him to make his first move, which more or less ends up in a cringy disaster.

Regardless, you find his sweet and clumsy demeanor towards you adorable. Capturing your heart the moment he’s opened his mouth. Say yes to a date and he feels as if he’s walking on air the entire day.

He’s very affectionate with you, even with all the chaos that you have the misfortune of being dragged into. Always keeping a protective arm around your waist or keeping your fingers linked with his.

In private, it’s more gentle, less tense and anxiety ridden. There are times he’d just cup your face and stare, tracing and memorizing your features with his gaze, nothing but love behind those big brown eyes you hold so dear.

He’s always touching you, whether it be hugging you from behind and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, or laying on your chest as the both of you rest on the couch, your fingers carding through his thick brown hair as you give him the occasional head scratch. He’s felt as if he’s died and went to Heaven!

His kisses can depend on his mood. In the moment where it’s just the two of you, Steve’s very gentle and loving, holding your face in his hands as he kisses you, pouring every once of love into the kiss as he cherishes the moment.

During high energy moments, he will usually go for a peck or a quick kiss to your cheek or forehead, but it’ll never fail to send those sparks of electricity throughout your body as you watch him go into protective mode.

Steve prides himself in being able to make you laugh around him. It’s a big ego booster when he makes a lame joke and you’re the only one in the friend group to be in a fit of snorts and giggles, loving the way you light up at something others would find so lame.

He appreciates that you don’t make him feel stupid or incompetent either. During the times where the sudden realization hit everyone that their lives may be in danger, there are times the group tends to make him feel dumb. However, Steve notices that you never do that with him and loves you even more for your patience.

If you’re a fan of kids and sees you parenting the younger members of the group, Steve will be over the moon. Knowing that he’s found someone who loves babies and kids just as much as he does brings a different kind of warmness to his heart.

If you end up being close to Dustin? You might as well marry him right there on the spot. He cares for Dustin as if he was a little brother, so seeing Dustin and the love of his life get along so well makes him feel honored to have fallen in love with someone as caring as you are.

Watching you rough house with the curly haired boy, or even just giving him a comforting squeeze when times get tough already has Steve picturing his entire life with you. A life where he gets his picture perfect family as he marries the love of his life. With Dustin babysitting of course.

When Valentine’s Day comes, you know Steve is going to dedicate the entire day to you.

Robin helps him get together a basket of your favorite snacks, tapes of your favorite music and movies, even some skincare and perfumes if you’re into that. Robin helped obviously.

Steve takes you to a movie drive in date where he’s grabbed all your favorite snacks and drinks, the both of you snuggled up in the back seat of his car as “The Princess Bride” begins to play. He relates so hard to Westley.

By the end of the movie, he literally continues to treat you like royalty the entire time you are together. And if you gift him something on Valentine’s as well? Make sure you cancel all plans because he will absolutely melt and shower you with the most affection you’ve received in a long time.

Steve Harrington is absolutely, head-over-heels in love with his significant other. Finding someone to love and cherish for the rest of your life doesn’t come as easy as it does in fairytales, but ever since he met you he’s felt as if he’s been living in one. Who knows? Maybe there’s a ring waiting in your not so distant future.

🦇🎸Eddie Munson🎸🦇

We all know how high energy Eddie is. His highly expressive faces and gestures make him stand out from the rest of the students at this school. So what if he found someone who met his energy?

If you’re just as energetic and loud as he is, he’d be surprised, but intrigued. Especially if you’re interested in joining the Hellfire Club. If you have what it takes to join, this is where you take this opportunity to get to know everyone better and find out what all the fuss is about from other students.

If you’re not and prefer to keep to yourself, that’s perfectly fine! Eddie would understand you need your space. After all, sometimes he needs his alone time too with how shitty he gets treated on a regular basis.

Over time, he’d cherish you just like he would with any other member until the both of you begin to catch feelings for each other. Mike and Dustin have the misfortune of realizing before anyone else does and make their complaints towards their dungeon master. Which Eddie immediately shuts them up about.

Once together, Eddie also can’t keep his hands off you. Always having you on his lap, his hand resting on your waist or the small of your back to keep you close as you all continue to finish a campaign.

Always ditching class in order to spend some time in the woods together despite you always urging him to stay in class, and he does over time. However, he just can’t get enough of having your body close to his.

Eddie’s kisses are usually pretty intense and also full of energy much like himself, his kisses always bruising your lips and taking your breath away as he goes in for more and more. He can’t help himself, he’s fallen so deeply in love with you and feels as if he needs you to breathe.

Always leaving love bites and marks on your neck, even places where he knows you can’t hide or cover up with make up. It’s something he so proudly does in order to show the world that you are certainly not single.

Meeting Wayne is something that definitely unnerves him. He’s not worried about his uncle disliking you, more just what if you suddenly lose interest in him? He understands he may not be the richest or smartest guy, but he’d do anything if it meant he got to keep you in his life.

But if you and Wayne hit it off right away? He’d definitely feel as if his heart might leap out of his chest. Eddie holds his uncle to a high degree and values what he has to say, so if Wayne has already accepted you into the family, he can’t help but feel a sense of pride of bringing someone so amazing into his family. Not to mention how happy it makes Wayne to see you really bring out the best in his nephew.

Even during the moments where you and Eddie are not together at the moment, Wayne can’t help but seek you out the moment he lays eyes on his nephew. I mean, one half needs the other to be whole right?

When it comes to Valentine’s, he’s not very familiar with this area of your relationship. He never really got a ton of Valentine’s gifts or cards growing up like other kids, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make sure you both have the best Valentine’s Day ever.

If you’re a metal head just like your boyfriend, he’d definitely take you out to some shows that may be performing nearby. The high energy music getting your adrenaline pumping as you two sing as loud as you can to the music, Eddie even going as far as lifting you onto his shoulders just so you could get a better experience from the concert. He’s also not complaining with your thighs squeezing his head.

If concerts make you a little nervous and you don’t consider yourself a metal head, he’d definitely organize a music date. The two of you browsing the record store together as you picked out a record for the other to listen to, the both of you laying on his bed as you stared at the ceiling and enjoying each other’s company as you listen to the music you picked out.

Gifts may be a bit difficult for Eddie, but he still tries his best to do something special for you. Whether it be him singing one of your favorite songs, or even opting to do something you’re into rather than doing his DnD campaigns and band practice, he just wants to make sure you know how much he loves you.

As mentioned before, Eddie knows he may not be the smartest or the richest guy like a certain basketball player in school. But you just being there for him makes him want to be better for you, and he’s never had someone like you that made him want to keep going and just give up. He knows that when you see him walk at his graduation to accept his diploma, he has you to thank for keeping him grounded.

🍃Argyle🍃

Let’s face it, half the time Argyle doesn’t know what the hell is going on. When he does, the moment has already passed.

However, when he sees you? He’s absolutely starstruck. His brain can’t help but malfunction as he does nothing but stare at you as he tries to find his voice.

The moment he does, there’s a very dreamy tone in his voice that makes your heart just melt upon hearing it.

“Woah… am I dreaming, or are you, like, some kind of angel?”

Whether you meant to do it or not, you have Argyle absolutely wrapped around your finger.

He worships the ground you walk on, and will definitely follow you around like a lost puppy if you let him. Unsurprisingly, Jonathan always teases him about it during the times that he is sober, but can you really blame Argyle?

He loves when you visit him at his place of work, it makes things a whole lot better when he sees you put in the effort to come see him on his break. Especially if you stick around long enough for a pizza break.

When you both are finally able to officially date each other, he is another very touchy man. It may not be as intense and passionate as Steve and Eddie, but his love is still there.

He’d definitely throw a lazy arm around your shoulders or waist, holding you close to his side as he talked to the Byers kids. Just your presence keeps him grounded and a little bit more aware of his surroundings.

Argyle’s favorite is to have lazy day naps with you, being able to enjoy having his arm lazily thrown across your hip as you both lay in bed, talking about anything and everything even if it doesn’t make any sense.

If you’re up for it, smoking with him is definitely a whole different vibe. Lazy kisses exchanged between the both of you as you sit in his lap, enjoying the other’s company.

Argyle’s kisses are very slow and gentle, tending to savor the moment rather than rush in with so many intense emotions and feelings.

He takes his time with his kisses, but you can feel the amount of love he has for you behind each and every one.

When Valentine’s rolls around, he does forget what day it is. However, upon Jonathan casually mentioning his Valentine’s Day plans with Nancy, it sends him into full panic.

With the help of Jonathan, Argyle manages to throw together a last minute Valentine’s Day gift that he hopes isn’t something that you would hate.

Mostly, it was a gift basket of all your favorite snacks, candies, and desserts. (And 🍃🍃 smoking gifts if that is something you’re definitely into.)

Don’t go too hard on him, he genuinely had no idea what day it was today and is willing to make it up to you once he’s calmed down.

I think most of his dates would require being at home, but for Valentine’s Day he would make sure it’s a lot more special than any other day. He’d make sure you have his undivided attention as he prepared REAL food for you.

He may not be the world’s greatest chef, but there are definitely some foods he’s great at making. Lots of comfort foods for this at home date, macaroni, spaghetti, grilled cheese, you want something indulgent? Your boyfriend’s got you.

Don’t even get met started on the sweets, he knows what you want and will not fail to provide only the best for you.

As it’s said before, Argyle worships the ground you walk on. He’d do everything and anything for you if it meant it would make you happy. He may be forgetful sometimes and may not be the best at reading the room, but he genuinely cares about your wants and needs when it comes to your relationship. Just call his name and Argyle will be right there, eager to please and make you happy.

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gimme-noodles-please · 10 months

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“even if your heart is breaking, just keep smiling and pretending”

character x gn reader!

angsty shit

heavily inspired by Haniyyah’s Fiance Scaramouche bot

tw// su*c*dal thoughts + implied su*c*de

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You slowly opened eyes and the first thing you saw was unfamiliar white square tiles on the ceiling. This looked nothing like your room. The air smelled different too. What… happened?

Memories started hitting you like the truck that hit you (im sorry i just had to) during the accident that caused you to land in this god forsaken coma. How long were you even out? All you could remember was rushing for a date with your lover at your usual hangout spot, you were just crossing the traffic light, waving happily at your lover who gently smiled at you, waving back but their expression turns drastically into one of panic. You could see them mouthing something which you couldn’t tell, and in confusion you turned your head to the side just in time to see a truck a few milliseconds from hitting you before everything turned black.

“You’re finally awake!” One of the nurses exclaimed excitedly. You winced at the sudden loudness, “how-how long was I out for?” You asked, looking over to her lethargically. She just smiled sympathetically and patted your hand as if to comfort you. “2 years.” “2 years… wAIT WHAT? TWO WHOLE FREAKING YEARS?”

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“Oh my god Y/N! You’re finally awake!” Your best friend squealed excitedly, immediately hugging you tightly, causing you to cough slightly and weakly patted her back. “Y-yeah, I am.” You laughed softly, however your happy expression quickly melded into a blank one when you noticed how your lover and your best friend had matching engagement rings. “You two…” You started, glancing at the both of them for answers.

Your lover just looked away from you, instead nudging your best friend to reply you instead. “We got engaged!” She giggled happily, causing you to nod and quickly force a smile on your face. “Wow! That’s great news!” You smiled, trying your best to keep your anger at bay. Why was this happening? Oh god, how you wished you had died from the accident. Why would your lover do such a thing? And of all people, with your best friend? That bastard…

“I will leave you both alone now.” Your best friends says, noticing the slight tense atmosphere and quickly excuses herself, leaving you both alone. Inhaling a deep sigh, you turned away, refusing to give your lover a single glance. “Explain.” You said plainly, your voice completely devoid of emotions despite how much you could feel your anger boiling. You honestly had no idea what to feel right now. Anger? Sadness? Happiness? It was just all too confusing and overwhelming.

“I’m sorry.” Your lover started, clearing their throat before continuing. “Y/N, I’m sorry, about all these but, you were in coma for so long. I really did loved you, I really did. But, your best friend was next to me the entire time and comforting me and I just… fell in love with her along the way.” They explained, but of course it does not make you feel any better. You could understand their point but how would anyone react if they were in your position? Hurt and confused, right?

“Just leave.” Was all you could say. You hated this. You hated all of it. You could feel the tears already filling your eyes, still refusing to even look at your lover; well, ex-lover. “Leave, please.”

Your ex-lover just stands up quietly, the only evidence of it was the sound of the chair scraping the floor and their footsteps until the door closes behind them. It was then you finally broke down, letting out all the tears you had been holding.

Why was this happening? What did you do to deserve this? You sniffed, trying to wipe away the tears but they just couldn’t stop. Perhaps they never loved you enough at all. If only you knew this would happen, you would have been more careful. If only you could’ve woken up earlier, this would not happen. If only you had died, you would not have to deal with this pain. Right now, you were just an obstruction to their happiness. Not while you still love them. They are the love of your life and she is your best friend, how could you ever wish ill on them?

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The next day, the nurses and doctors were thrown into a flurry panic, hurrying to contact your family and friends. Your bed was completely empty when the nurse came in for your morning check-up and the only thing left was a few letters placed on your bed. Some were dedicated to each member of your family. Some to your closest friends. And one, specifically for your best friend and ex-lover.

“By the time you are reading this, I am gone. I’m sorry I can’t attend your wedding but I promise, I will be there cheering in spirit (literally). I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m sorry for making you both worry. Thank you for waiting for me and I am truly sorry. May you both find happiness. I wish you both all the best and a happy lifelong marriage.

Signed,

Y/N

p.s. to (character name), if you dare hurt her, I will haunt your nightmares”

im sorry, idk what i wrote. i just lost motivation

#multifandom #angst #idk #modernau #genshin #genshin impact #haikyuu #uhh idk what else to tag #genshinxreader #characterxreader #༊*·˚works

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we-dragons · 8 months

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Chapter 18

My head throbs and my eyes are heavy as I rise from my position on the bed. My brain feels threaded with fog making it hard to process my surroundings.

"Was I...was I drugged?" I look around realizing I'm still in my room. I move out of the bed and try to use my legs. They fail me and I crumple to the floor a harsh thud follows me. I hiss in pain and curse every creature and fairy any tongue I can muster in the moment. Gripping onto the bed frame I pull myself. The door opens, I don't have to know who it is. I look up at the green-eyed traitor.

"What did you do to me? How long was I even out?"

"Long enough for us to remove the bangles from your arms and put them back in the box I found on your floor."

I pat my arms feeling for them for the stones. I feel stitches but nothing inside my skin. I don't feel the strange tug of power that urged me to become a part of them. My arms still hurt but not like before. I was healing much faster and I could feel it.

"Where did you put the box?" He narrows his eyes at me sauntering over, he lifts me up with ease and puts me back into bed. "Where is the box?" I repeat.

"Somewhere you don't need to know about yet. Your job is to rest. I have some of your Lady Grey tea steeping on the counter. And Molly is coming by later to give you some of your homework. I told her you are very sick and that you got me sick as well so she'll be leaving everything by the door."

"You drugged me and you are still playing nursemaid." I glare at him. "You perform non-consented surgery on me. I said I was going to be alright and you still did it. How could act like everything is alright?"

He doesn't answer me and turns to the door. He came back with my tea not much later. I stare at it, eyeing the liquid with suspicion. I don't drink it.

"Is your father looking over the bangles, is that why you look like you hiding something?"

The green-eyed menace gives me a slightly irritated look, he pulls up a chair and sits next to me. The tea is taken from me and placed on the nightstand.

"He looked at it, yes, but I got them back. If you really want to know. They are in a place only I know about. Away from harm, away from people who want it, and away from you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" He doesn't answer. "Damian!" He shifts uncomfortably for a moment before hardening himself He leans forward elbows on his knees eyes obscured by his hands.

"You don't know what you looked like when you were there. Just hanging from the sky and then falling. You were fading. You nearly vanished and you were bleeding to the point those wretched things looked like they were consuming your blood. You were dying and you didn't look like you cared. We were going to take them out anyway but you woke up. A miracle in itself. You looked so dead when you woke up as well. And When I looked at them again those things were merging with you. I couldn't allow that."

"You had no right-"He shoots up banging his fist on the nightstand, the tea from my cup spilling over the edge.

"I had every right to save your selfless and humble ass from dying in my presence! What about me? What about how I was feeling about everything? It killed me to see you like that! What did you want me to do let you die and become something else?! Like hell I was going to do that!"

"I wasn't going to die!"

"Then what was happening?"

"I was just sick, it's like an allergy!"

"You can still die from an allergy!"

We scream at each other for god knows how long. We only stop when my voice goes sore and I start coughing so much I couldn't talk without hacking. Damian leaves the room to blow off steam while I drink the cold tea from my nightstand. Pleasantly still good and not drugged. I start to cry drinking the lukewarm water, thinking about my outburst. I know I was saying those things from fear and anger. Angry he didn't ask me, fearful that he...Maybe I should leave. I feel Nightmare come into the room. He comforts me with warm thoughts and images. Purring in my lap as he tries to wipe away my tears with his head.

"Maybe I'm being selfish Nightmare... It's been so long since I've had to worry about another human being in this way. What happens if he directly touches one? I'm scared to think what might happen to him..." I cup the Flerkin's face in my hands rubbing circles into his cheeks. "I should apologize. No doubt he won't outright forgive me for a while but I should at least try. We both are wrong in a way so it's only right." My eyes watch the door for any signs of movement or even his presence in the doorway. I see and feel nothing. I manifest a crutch and make my way to the door. Opening it I enter the hallway. It feels colder and darker than usual. I look to Nightmare to see if he senses anything wrong but he walks ahead and turns to the living room. He purrs.

I swallow my pride and hobble to the living room. Even with my cat on his lap, he doesn't seem happy. He sits on the love seat I had found a few weeks ago discarded because of a broken leg. I know he hears me, I see his eyes flicker just a moment before settling his focus on the cat. Not wanting to take up too much of his space I sit on the other side hands tucked into my lap. I don't say anything getting used to the silence before I speak.

"Thank you, for the tea."

He grunts, leaving the seat and taking my cat with him.

"Wait!" The desperate tone leaves my mouth before I know it and I'm griping onto the sleeve of his shirt. I bite my lip and look down letting go of him as I do. "I'm sorry, for yelling at you and for making it worse. You were only trying to help. I just think drugging me was going too far. I just...I'm scared something will happen to you like Jubilee."

I feel him sit back down closer to me this time.

"I've lost so many friends and family to these kinds of things. Jean was lost to the Phoenix Crystal, and before that, she took the lives of others under its influence. The infinity stones have done so much damage as well. Countless wars started because someone touched them. And in most humans the outcome of touching one is death. They have this whisper you know. They promise everything you could ever want. They want to be used. So if you tell me that they are in a safe place I believe you. I trust you. But you need to give them back before I leave."

"So you've decided to go." I lean on his shoulder looking down at our rings.

"I don't think I have a choice, I have a deal to complete remember?" His hand intertwines with mine. "But I'll come back I promise you that. No matter how long it takes."

We sit in silence again, the weight of unspoken frustrations, fear, and anger permeating the air around us. The atmosphere grows heavy with unresolved emotions, as if everything left unsaid has created an invisible barrier between us. It is in this moment that his head gently leans on top of mine, seeking solace and reassurance. The late morning sun finds its way through the city's natural fog, casting a warm, soft glow upon us - a gentle reminder that even amidst chaos and uncertainty, there is still beauty to be found.

Inhaling deeply, I allow myself to let go and surrender to the serenity enveloping us. Time seems to stand still as we bask in the warmth of each other's presence. Amidst the ambient noises fading into white noise background melodies and distant sirens echoing through labyrinthine streets, there exists an unwavering sense of peace that only arises in shared silence. As the late morning sun continues to filter through the fog, casting ethereal rays upon our entwined beings, I am reminded of the resilience and beauty we carry within ourselves. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that surround us, this moment serves as a gentle reminder that even amidst the chaos.

A knock at the door breaks the quiet like a knife, jolting us from our comfort. Startled, I exchange a confused glance with Damian before Molly's voice echoes through the hallway. "Hello! It's Molly here!" she announces, her tone filled with a mix of playfulness and annoyance. "You are lucky that you have a note from the doctors that say your immune system is crap and your grades are good. Because your attendance is shit." Molly unlocks the door with her spare key, causing it to swing open as she barges in carrying a folder filled with my homework along with bags from various clothing stores and patisseries. She drops the bags in front of us and points an accusatory finger at Damian. "You! Big, bad, and scary. Book it," she demands, her eyes narrowing at him. "I don't care if she's sick and you're her daytime nurse. I deserve time with my friend that you have monopolized since you met her. Yeah, she's fun," Molly jabs a thumb into her chest for emphasis, "But I saw her first." As I process Molly's words, a mixture of surprise and amusement washes over me. Damian shifts uncomfortably beside me, clearly taken aback by Molly's sudden intrusion and assertiveness. "Molly," I interject gently, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalates further. "Damian has been helping take care of me while I've been unwell. It doesn't mean he's taken you away from me." Molly stares at me incredulously for a moment before sighing dramatically. "Fine," she concedes reluctantly, throwing her hands up in defeat. "But next time, you are all mine" She plops herself down on the loveseat right between us, Molly begins rummaging through the bags she brought, revealing an array of new clothes and delectable pastries. "Alright," Molly grins mischievously. "Since Damian is here to stay, we might as well make the most of it. Let's have a fashion show and indulge in some sweet treats."

"Molly, I don't think I do that in my condition."

"None sense! Since you've been gone I've been tailoring outfits in your size and style. Where am I gonna get the chance to see you in them?! Never?"

"Molly-!" A cannoli is shoved in my face and not just any cannoli, a Cosseta's cannoli. "You know I think I'm feeling better."

"Y/N!" Damian's voice echoes confusion. "Your whole attitude changes for a cannoli"

"Noo~" Molly waves her finger at him. "Though desserts might be her weakness, there is only one place she can truly never say no to. And that is Cosseta's. Or has she not told you all of her favorite things?" I hear her snicker as I take a bite of the little piece of heaven I moan as the flavors of home hit my tongue.

"Is this a joke?" Damian Growls at Molly a murderous aura fills the air. "I know more about her than you."

"Then you know her favorite animated series isn't Gargoyles but a very RISQUÉ anime about two angles killing demons for money to heaven?"

"You're making this shit up she rewatches that show like it's her lifeblood!"

I shake my head at both of them and move Molly to where I am sitting. Making sure that they don't start a fight.

"While Panty Stocking is pretty good, and Gargoyles is a personal best you are both wrong. It's Samurai Jack."

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Molly Leaves hours later after poking and prodding me about how I've been. Often butting heads With Damian. The world seemed right in these moments. The sky now dimmed and the table was full of boxes that had been filled with desserts and food that was spilt during our time together. Though I was saddened to see my friend leave so soon, the green-eyed menace was ecstatic. As soon as the door gently closes behind her, he wraps his arms around my shoulders resting his head on one of them.

"I should've picked the work myself. That woman gets on my nerves."

"You seemed to like her at school."

"You haven't been on the phone with her for the last 3 days. Her voice is grating and she is persistently annoying." He makes a sound similar to a growl.

"Well, she is my best friend so you'll have to get used to her. I can't just avoid her." I move out of his arms and start cleaning up the room. He mumbles something and sets me on the couch.

"You get up and I'll drug you again." He cleans the room mumbling about Molly, I try not to laugh at how ridiculousness of it. When he finishes he comes to me and lays his head on my lap. His usual scowl was painted on his face.

"Are you angry at me or are you thinking?"

"Both." I smile at him.

"Pray tell, why are you angry with me?"

"A number of reasons come to mind," He pauses watching my face. "I don't want to tell you quite yet." I brush some of his hair from his face. Then something on the balcony catches my eye.

"Hey, Damian when was the last time you contacted home?" His gaze follows my own and his face turns red. With anger or embarrassment. But his brothers waving from the door seems to cause him to run around my apartment to close all my windows and blinds and make sure everything is locked as he saves the kitchen for last 'telling' them to leave.

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rimii-iii · 7 months

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perfectionist, not. sae itoshi

chapter five - perfectly.

"hm. i guess you better confess, he'll be lucky to have you."

i couldn't sleep, i rolled around, seeing the redhead was already fast asleep. i suddenly felt a hand around my waist, while i let out a silent yelp. but of course, i wasn't dreaming, my face landed on a chest, his heart beat steady.

his scent invaded my nostrils, somehow making me sleepy. my eyelids dropped, the night seemed less stressful.

゜

i actually should confess, shouldn't i? when we go back to Spain, we'll be more busy and we won't be seeing each other as much as now.

i'm actually gonna do it, no? i can do it! i got this!

you think i'm actually gonna do it? nope 😂

jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk.

unlike him, i'm not a perfectionist, i don't have any flowers or blah blah blah to give him, all i have to do is to give him my words.

i'm rather a perfectionist, not.

it's gonna be a starry night, two lovers- no... two workers sitting on top of a mountain, watching the fireworks even though it's not July.

people say, being delulu is always the solulu, no?

oh stop it, the faster this is done, the faster you'll know his answer. "are you gonna confess soon? to your crush-"

"he's my lover!" i argued, pouting. "yeah yeah whatever." he rolled his eyes, "oh by the way, meet me at the top of the mountain tonight! let's go stargazing!" i smiled, grabbing my over shoulder bag.

he thought for a second, staring at the floor, "okay." he agreed, and headed towards the hotel door. "see you tonight, then." he looked back when i hummed in response, stealing one more pretty stare before he leaves.

"make sure to confess soon~" he teased, a smirk curving up his lips, "shut up!" i flustered, stomping away.

゜

23:57... October 9th.

today was the day i was gonna confess, after meeting him for a few days, crazy right? i was wearing a black hoodie to keep myself warm, steam coming out of my mouth as i breathed when i walked up the stairs.

i made it to the top, seeing Sae who was standing, wind kissing his messy hair and his button down shirt, his black jacket flowing against the air. "hey." his voice was low, his turquoise orbs shining in the night.

"you sparkle... a lot." he said when i sat down, tilting my head in confusion, "what do you mean?"

"you stand out." he muttered, quiet enough just for me to hear, my ears flushed, as he sat down next to me.

"did you confess yet?" he questioned, staring at the slightly dimmed city view, i shook my head, "nope."

"that sucks." he commented while i stared at him, oh, i couldn't take my eyes off him now. he turned his face towards my direction, lost in my hues.

he suddenly placed a smirk on his soft lips, thinking of something devilish?

"hurry up and fall in love with me instead of that boy of yours, stupid."

"i already did."

that... slipped out of my mouth too fast, his eyebrows noticeably shot up, "the boy of mines i fell in love was, you, Itoshi Sae."

he chuckled, "really?" i hummed as he leaned closer, "you want my answer?" he asked, our noses touching.

"yeah." even if he didn't like me, it's fine, at least i already confessed, life goal completed unless i fall in love with someone else.

he gently grabbed me by the chin, tilting his head, his irises were on my lips. he was a perfectionist, and i was merely just a klutz.

yet, we fell in love together.

oh, two exact opposites. everything about them are right the opposite, except their lips.

they fit perfectly together.

that was something perfect we could both do.

00:00... October 10th.

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a/n: check sae's bd 🫣

#sae #saeitoshi #itoshi #itoshisae #reader #yn #bllk #bluelock #characterxreader #readerxcharacter

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divadrawsstuff · 1 year

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~~~~Ghostly love || TBHK X Reader~~~~ - Prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1213115454-%7E%7E%7E%7Eghostly-love-tbhk-x-reader%7E%7E%7E%7E-prologue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=xXSaturnRingsXx&wp_originator=KYNPVY9IKE%2B2tQJWZJcB0uSI5GyAk09zsGTVH5Wbvpxwj3tmcawiIOI6oL3laU43fXOPHaNx8O0gp25zsh%2BrVHvdxOfofi3DPy49rUeTkMzwihYuwPPFAsy%2F2C9rnwPK Trying to make fandoms for the first time. Idk how this turned out. It's a story based on TBHK, and what happens if YASHIRO was replaced by yourself in both the anime and the manga. I tried, alright? Just have fun reading!! Byeeee!!! WARNING: It has been some time since watching/reading TBHK, and I have made a couple of changes to the plot of this story. Just to let you keep that in mind!!

#anime #art #characterxreader #fandom #fanfiction #hanakokun #jibakushounenhanakokun #jshk #reader #readerxcharacter #tbhk #tbhkxreader #toiletboundhanakokun #yourname #books #wattpad #amreading

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gummyhoe · 10 months

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I will be posting the full chapter of Alice and borderland tomorrow night so stay alerted. (To all who have read it of course.) I’m not sure some people are gonna like the little twist I did but, I didn’t really want the story to be the exact same and the Netflix series, you know? Just a reminder that there will be death of characters…not spoiling who You might be a little mad at me but that’s okay! It’s just a story.

I wanna say so thank all the people who read the story. I know on my new account I’m not popular yet, but I’m a believer and so fell like with my prayers to the Lord and good work it’ll pay off!

Mwah 💋

#Ted talk #updating #alice in borderland #thriller #bnha #gummyhoe #fiction #female reader #mha #netflix #bakugo katsuki #aged up #izuku midoriya #characterxreader #mha x reader #murder #watch out I’ll coming! I’m so excited to post it for you guys! YEAH BITCH

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giforce87 · 1 year

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As Above, So Bellow (wally darling x reader (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1339444367-as-above-so-bellow-wally-darling-x-reader-chapter?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=azulinLAb_2001&wp_originator=PV7UzjVLtDhvC3TRlHP0cjxEQ6rjT3Q09niZOqDSasj8LqwoN%2F%2Bf6%2BdbJiAMoN1iyKwHYZDgNQlh6NHAd%2BgY8tluX9Er20OsQ51CaplT7cTObSIWW%2FzN9KOFGcSsD3KZ When y/n kicked by her father at their household she has no choice but to move to another place called 'welcome home'. But everything changed when she saw the small door.. Will y/n find out behind the welcome home secret? Will she be able to love the lonely monster? =================== TW: this story may contain such as Heavy gore Manipulation Possessive behaviour Scopophobia This book may have a little bit reference in coraline movie. ?some interesting book that i read might as well share this to y’all

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my-own-au-my-way · 5 months

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Genshin Impact fic:

Sumeru region

Monstadt region

My crushes are these guys

Inazuma and Fontaine

Coming up

Sorry I'm so inactive! Life happened.

TW: None that I note, but still proceed to read at own risk.

Thank you.

Comfort fic:

Its a really hot day In Teyvat, all anyone could think of is cool drinks or Ice-cream. However you just fall asleep outside waiting for your boyfriend under some trees, hoping for some relief from the unforgiving glare of the sun.:

Alhaitham:

*He chides you everytime you fall asleep outside, especially since there is possibility of getting dehydrated.

*He makes sure to usher you into his home, even though Kaveh also had choice words for you before he had to go to a building site.

*For the next half hour he makes sure you drinking enough water and keeps a moist cloth on your face to cool you off.

*Even his indifferent as usual attitude melted slightly when he noted how you just fell asleep on the couch.

*When Kaveh came in, Alhaitham slapped a hand over his mouth and a single finger on his lips to signal him to stay quiet.

*Pointing to you sleeping on the couch under the fan, Kaveh shows thumbs up that he won't say one word.

*Evening time was when you got closer to Alhaitham, he had placed you in bed where he feels you belong since you are his girlfriend.

Cyno:

*He doesn't say much, however instead opts to take you to the infirmary to make sure that heatstroke hadn't set in.

*Waking up at the infirmary, your boyfriend was there sitting on the edge of the bed.

*The General Mahamatra was deep in his thoughts at that moment, likely worried about your condition.

*Glancing in your direction, he snapped out of his thoughts and instantly feels your forehead out of concern.

*"You really should be more careful when traversing the desert like thiswhen coming home, you passed out from the heat."

*You blush a shade darker realising that the one important thing you forgot to bring on your travels was water.

*Sitting back on the bed, he pulls you onto his lap in an embrace. The General Mahamatra's usual serious demeanor had finally dissolved. You are his weakness, almost losing you was enough to almost break him[He wont openly tell just anyone this].

Diluc:

*He knew you forget to stay hydrated at the worst of times, and always worried about you.

*Finding you waiting near the tavern under some trees asleep, takes you inside and upstairs where it was quiet.

*Setting up a makeshift bed for you, he leaves some cold water nearby for when you wake up.

*Checking up every thirty minutes, you finally wake up. To say you were excited to see Diluc would be an understatement.

*You jump into his arms, still warm to the touch he grabbed a cloth and dabbed your face down while chiding you for been reckless.

*He promises to take you to Starfell Springvale to go swim and cool off a bit. He has been promising so many times to spend time with you, choosing now was perfect timing.

*It was late afternoon when you and Diluc arrive at the place he chose. You were now in your swimwear, the outfit accentuating every curve that Diluc was left blushing. The settimg sun outlining your beautiful Physique left him speechless.

Kaeya:

*Okay lets be honest, cryo vision equals instant chilling sensation. This was the best moment everytime in Summer.

*You woke up in his arms in the Angels share with Diluc watching him in his typical stoic look.

*"Well Good afternoon my lil kitten~, hope you slept well. Although sleeping outside in this heatwave certainly wasn't the best choice. Make sure Im around next time so you can keep cool at the same time."

*All you could do was blush, since you were caught out by your rather protective boyfriend. He may seem chilled out and carefree, but he has this pritective side that comes out only with you.

*He ordered a cold beverage for you, one of Dilucs non-alcholic specialties with extra ice. It was always so refreshing after a long day.

*"Perhaps a stroll by the lake tonight to unwind and catch up with what you have been up to."

* All you could do was smile, this man just had this way of making you happy with the simplest of suggestions. You loved spending time with him, so of course you agreed to his idea of a stroll at the lakeside.

#genshin impact #CharacterxReader #No gender specified

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stinkard · 1 month

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Hate this. There's a character who makes me feel insane and I want to follow his little tag on here so bad but everybody wants to fuck him - or more specifically they think *I* want to fuck him. I just want terrible things to happen to him. I want to play with him like a weird little girl plays with her barbies (changing him irrevocably through trauma). We are not the same.

#please god make characterxreader go AWAY FOREVER #this post is about kazutora hanemiya

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fairyrosepetals · 1 year

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Hello!

For all my older followers, hello again!

For my newer ones, welcome!

My name is Bee as you can call me, and obviously I am the writer of this blog. If you have scrolled far enough to see my old content, you will notice that I have written for an old Webtoon called “Sweet Home”.

This is due to the fact that my goal was to make the fandom bigger in order for other people to enjoy their favorite characters that did not have enough written content.

As for the purpose of this note, I have wanted to let everyone know that I am back and am willing to write again! This time however, not only will I write for Sweet Home but for other pop culture content as well!

A list for what I can write for will be provided soon,

Until then, have a great day!

❤️

#sweet home #webtoon #horror webtoon #writers on tumblr #writing #fanfiction scenarios #fanfiction #reader insert #author’s note #pop culture #tv shows #movies #video games #characterxreader #character request #writing requests

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skunkes · 1 year

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Nsfw text

Soooooo we cant have porn on here anymore but every so often my For You tumblr tab will be flooded with corny ass posts like this despite me not previously interacting with anything adjacent to it...thats so cool and awesome

#talkys #like. ok.#dont get me wrong if i had less shame id also be posting shit like this on every platform but why do i have to See it #when im not seeking it out ykwim #same as when tumblr is like. *opens platter cover* here's that 50 page characterxreader fanfic post #that you did not ask for sir

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we-dragons · 2 months

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Chapter 20

The quietness of the world still scared me. All the mediocre patrols, all the calm nights. They were too peaceful given my circumstances. As my birthday closed the fear of this nothing only terrified me more. Nightmare, despite a telepathic and emotional connection, didn't seem to worry the same way. Even when I sent him out to do his own patrol in the veil. Nothing. Nothing was not a normal behavior of the Crow, nothing was not natural. Something tore into my core. A sort of despair I haven't felt since the trial of my parent's murder, my aunt not caught and danger still relevant. When I'm at school l Look over my shoulder so much I cause concern. I falter over my steps, constantly on guard. I know something isn't right. After all. The fate of the crows rests in the hands of my survival. And there is nowhere left to run. Not for me.

"What are you thinking so hard about dear?" Martha's voice pulls out of my head I turn to her almost shocked. "You've done nothing but polish silverware since that boy left with his brother. In fact, you've been doing it so much when your friends are gone. I'm sure they've begun emitting their own light." She puts a hand on my shoulder and leads my hands down, putting the silverware and polishing supplies away. "I think you should take a small break. You need it." I'm dragged to one of the tables set to the side for workers.

"Mrs. Martha, It's nothing really! I just felt they needed a good clean is all." Martha pushes me in a seat, and starts pouring one of the chamomile teas we have, and puts it in front of me. I attempt to get up and she shoots me a glare.

"You get up from that seat and I'll have Glen cancel your contract with us young lady." Sighing I sit back down and take a sip of the tea.

"I'm sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind recently."

"You're thinking about home again, right?"

"Something like that, It's just..." Pausing I turn the tea cup in my hands feeling the warmth heat my fingers. "So many nice things have been happening lately. I can't help but feel like I'm only in the eye of the storm."

"Do you really think that's where you are? The eye? Have you not left the storm, my dear?" A sadness hits her voice.

"No, what scares me more is that if this isn't the eye, then it's the calm before something worse."

She nods placing a hand on my wrist.

"And I'm sure not hearing about your family only makes that feeling fester. After all, you've been running for a long time haven't you?"

My eyes stare down at the ripples forming at the movements of the shop. I look back at all the people who had tried to help me in the past. Sheltered me. Fought. It weighs on me. I haven't felt so heavy in a long time. grip the cup tightly but not enough to break it.

"Yeah, nowhere is safe when a dangerous psychopath is after you. The government can only do so much I suppose."

"Yes, too bad the Faerie couldn't help you quite yet. 17 is a tight number you know! especially when you started lying about your birthday. Very clever of you to use your power to alter the knowledge of your birthday to the day you leave. But that magic was ours to spell with you can't influence us."

My blood freezes, and shakily I look at the old woman. The world seems to tear in front of me again. The slight tug I had been ignoring about these people aches urgently. I feel magic, old magic. Something I hadn't felt since the time I met with the Fay court. My body immediately adjusts not fighting the thought anymore. The old woman didn't look so kind her features became sharp, and the sense of calm I felt around her was replaced with warning. She looked younger despite her hair remaining white. I feel sick.

Her hand still remains soft around my wrist, her face still smiling.

"Your mother was a dear friend of mine. She spoke of you often. I was supposed to take care of you in the land of the Fay but your stunt in court, though understandable, made that difficult. I did Try to collect your brother, but your uncle and your pesky group made that too difficult. Your friends and family hid them well. Im really sorry that I couldn't be there to save you from the crow. I can't physically enter their relm. However me and Glen have been trying desperatly to make sure they don't break that barriar around this particular planet. It was so hard to get the Council to accept our agreement with your mother. But how could they say no to a binding deal."

I don't look but I feel the world freeze around me. Only one figure moves It was Glen, but not Glen. He pulls up a seat next to his wive. I stare at the hand that is too slender and elegant for a human. When he speaks he sounds so different and odd.

"All we had to do for them was capture your aunt and put her in the Plains. If she was only hard to find. All itterations of her were wicked and foul. She was so changed, she was half way to becoming a Crow herself. They way her flesh was torn-"

"My dear, she doesn't need to know the details."

I feel like static fills my brain, my body trembles and shakes when I finally look up the creatures both smile at me. I've never been able to accurately read the Fairy. My powers want so bad to learn about what makes them like that. Powerful and ethereal. I have to pull myself back fast.

"Why?"

They both increase their smile, it seems impossible. But they smile so widely I feel like their faces would break, but it looks like they could smile more.

"We loved your mother, she married our son after all."

"My father's parents were people from the Mediterranean! I met them, Don't-"

Their faces reform again taking on the those of my father's parents. I feel my breath catch in my mouth. I cant help but heave. Fairies can't completely match a person's appearance so I know it's them. My grandmother's mouth moves but all I can hear is the sound of the fairy's voice.

"With your...Birthday...coming soon. We think it's finally time to actually take you with us to Avalon. was such a rebellious child. To choose a human wife and to have mortal children when he could have raised you and your brother with us. Preparing the wild hunt, and teaching you the mischief of our blood in the trees!"

"What-who are you?"

"Who else would I be my dear? I am your grandmother Mab, Queen of the Winter Court. Your father was crowned prince of the fall court. And this is your grandfather, Oberon. Dashing is he not?"

Glen, no, Oberon takes his hands in mine and kneels down below me.

"Your to come with us to live your life in our lands You will take your father's place and become the Crowned princess of the Fay Wilds. You'll not only rule the court of autumn, you'll be the heir to all the courts. Guaranteed safety within our realm. Forever."

"NO!"

I push myself away and off the chair. I run to my apartment slamming every sigil I ever learned on the door to my home.

"Nightmare! Nightmare! If you can hear me stay in whatever ever in between you in!"

I lock all my windows and doors and lock myself in my closet. The whole place smells like magic, it overwhelms my senses. I feel so sick.

Stay quiet Y/N it will all be over soon, breath slow, so hunters don't find you, and the predators don't hear you. You are safe in this space. You carved wards of all kinds on this door. Nothing that is magic finds you easy. So don't throw up, don't throw up, don't-

The door to the closet swings creaks open, and just before I surge energy around me I recognize the faint scent of cologne. My nerves tingle still unsure if my senses are being lied to.

"Y/N? I've been looking for you, what are you doing in the closet?" I hear him kneel down, and feel a hand cup my face. It didn't feel like that thing's fingers. So I opened my eyes and met the crystal green I had come to memorize. I latch onto him and breathe heavily, magic still permeates the air.

"Take me out of here please!"

"Y/N what's wrong? Did the crow come back?"

"We need to go! I beg you get me out of this place!"

He doesn't say anything but grabs some of my things and takes my hand. He leads me down the fire escape, to his car where I see Nightmare. He purrs as soon as he sees me. I watch the windows for things I wasn't catching before. There were so many eyes I had learned their frequency for shifting and now I can see them almost everywhere. Damian doesn't say anything for the entire ride only glances I can see from the side of my eye. We pull into a concealed entrance to an old clock tower. As soon as the entrance closes behind us I get out of the car. Cutting my hand open, drawing sigils, wards, and runes to any surface I can find.

"What are you doing?! Y/N!" He pulls me back wrapping his arms around my middle. "Calm down! Your safe! Stop mutilating yourself and look at me!" He turns me to face him. "What the matter why are you wiping your blood on the walls?"

"If I tell you, you can never go back to the coffee shop." I grip my fists in his shirt. "At this point, I don't know what's real or a figment of magic. I need you to be cautious of who you meet now. Because what just happened to me changes things. And I'm not actually sure what to believe at the moment."

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13eyond13 · 6 months

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hmmm idk that this fits exactly with the ask game but your responses are making me sorta put into words for once how i feel a lot of dn ships are good/interesting theoretically but soooo much of the content that’s actually made for them are sanitized versions of the characters that strip away the interesting bits quite often. which happens in all fandoms that rough edges are sanded down but i feel like its particularly noticeable in dn

Oooh yeah, I wonder if thats more so the case now than it used to be in fanfic? I honestly have not read a lot of fic in the last 3 or 4 years, so I'm a bit behind on the times!

i think for me I just get very fussy about the characterization and the things that make each character unique, so whenever those aspects of them aren't present I start to lose interest, because otherwise it just feels like you could slot any random character into those roles and get a fairly similar result!

#it's the same reason I don't like ooc doujinshi or characterxreader fics #I'm here for the specific pairs and the unique ways they'd interact when i ship #and im not that interested in shipping for exploring anything else #ask #anon #p

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divadrawsstuff · 1 year

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~~~~Ghostly love || TBHK X Reader~~~~ - Prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1213115454-%7E%7E%7E%7Eghostly-love-tbhk-x-reader%7E%7E%7E%7E-prologue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=xXSaturnRingsXx&wp_originator=02iJRzuMP2Da4Z5yKMdYj5jQHBxY2qgUpIOLOsHBbsDfjLwxhu21OsY%2BC%2FyM6lwFIYxGYo8LXKHpdaRA5H4T9O82%2Feem8M0GDb7OFJmqNIn3AC55KNYhyVm5L6fiKGnw Trying to make fandoms for the first time. Idk how this turned out. It's a story based on TBHK, and what happens if YASHIRO was replaced by yourself in both the anime and the manga. I tried, alright? Just have fun reading!! Byeeee!!! WARNING: It has been some time since watching/reading TBHK, and I have made a couple of changes to the plot of this story. Just to let you keep that in mind!!

#anime #art #characterxreader #fandom #fanfiction #hanakokun #jibakushounenhanakokun #jshk #reader #readerxcharacter #tbhk #tbhkxreader #toiletboundhanakokun #yourname #books #wattpad #amreading

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meechatuck · 1 year

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More Hector stuff, are you even surprised?

So this is a HectorxReader fic. I’ve had the idea for literally over a year now and have never had the motivation to write it...until I read a ScroogexReader fic. Yes I am on the Netflix Scrooge is a GILF train, no shame. (His VA is dreamboat Luke Evans.)

Anyways, I laugh that this was supposed to be a cutesy fic and not too long. It ended up being a little over 4k words and on the NSFW side (nothing explicit, but very suggestive!). Yet when I try and make something NSFW it turns into cutesy fluff. I see an unfortunate pattern emerging.

So here you are. A HectorxReader fic. Never written one of these before and I think I managed to make it gender neutral. I guess let me know! I would rate it as mature as it’s pretty suggestive and there's sexual tension, and some hot kissing. I do plan on posting this to my AO3 eventually.

Hector x Reader Fic: Measuring Up

4K words

Rated: Mature for suggestive sexual situations, sexual tension, making out.

As one of the head tailor’s children, you are expected to help out with any and all matters of dressing the King & Brotherhood of the Dark Kingdom, even getting the lost measurements of the dubious, but attractive Hector.

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Your nerves were shot. You couldn’t believe that your father was having you do this, but secretly you had dreamt of this. Since moving to the Dark Kingdom you had wondered what the people here would be like, especially the members of the Brotherhood. They were legendary.

Quirin was a tank of a man. Stout, strong, and, surprisingly, one of the sweetest people you had ever met in your life. His fierceness came out when training with the guards and other Brotherhood members, which was easily seen, but outside of that you had seen him help the locals with their gardens and discuss different planting strategies with the farmers (who knew that was even a thing!). The best was seeing his love for his quirky son Varian. He was a giant softie under that stoic exterior.

Adira. Oh Adira. She was a gorgeous and deadly woman. And she knew it. You couldn’t even count the number of times she had thrown her opponents across the training ring. The only thing that outmatched that woman’s strength was her confidence in herself. Adira could level any opponent, even Quirin and King Edmund, and come out with hardly a scratch on herself.

They were both amazing warriors, but one member of the Brotherhood had caught your eye. And dammit he always seemed to be right there, in the corner of your periphery. And if he wasn’t there, he was in your thoughts. The wild gleam in his green eyes looking right at you. His swaggered gait, surely from years of injuries and fighting.

“Don’t forget to write down the measurements! And don’t lose them!” your father called out as you made your way to the stairs.

“Got it!” you answered, realizing that you were going to his quarters. Hector.

In the last few days, there were preparations being made for a certain Brotherhood ceremony that was a tradition since its creation. Their usual ceremonial outfits had long since degraded into nothing but rags, due to sitting around here in the castle for twenty-five years. Your father was the head tailor for King Edmund, who requested your father to make new outfits. Everything had been straightforward and going smoothly, until it was discovered that Hector’s measurements had been lost.

You had seen your father lose his temper before, but this caused him to have a conniption fit. Luckily, you hadn’t been the one to take the measurements. You knew how and had done it plenty of times, but your father had entrusted it to your older and very single sister, who had no idea where the paper had gone. In the heat of their discussion, you were there in the room, sorting and cutting fabric when he suggested that you get the measurements. At first, you smugly accepted, seeing the furious look on your sister’s face made it all worthwhile. But now, as you ascended the stairs to the floor where Hector’s room was, you suddenly felt ill.

It crossed your mind to go back and see if someone else could do it, but giving your sister that satisfaction was out of the question. You had to do this. Not only to prove that you could be trusted with things like this, but you had been dying to talk to Hector alone for weeks. It wasn’t like he didn’t know who you were, but there hadn’t been many times to have much personal discussions. Or any kind of a discussion other than small talk and fixing clothing. He was gone from the castle a great deal; hunting, training, gathering intel, taking out rogue bandit groups, other things like that. Several times when he came to have something of his patched you would leap up and get to him first. Those conversations were quick, but oh so enjoyable. The only unfortunate thing was that a family member was usually around, so you would keep any flirting to a minimum to avoid being found out and teased.

But this was your golden opportunity. Your shining moment. You would have uninterrupted time alone with him in his quarters.

Your stomach churned uncomfortably and you swallowed down an inkling of heaving. You could do this. It was just flirting. You’d done it before. Whether or not it had been successful was another question, but still! You could do this! It was your one and only shot to show him your professional tailoring skills as well as show him your interest.

Suddenly his door was in front of you. Trying to control your uneven breathing, you adjusted the small bag of supplies in your hands and knocked firmly on the door. The seconds it took to finally open felt like centuries.

The door opened, revealing his piercing green eyes, “Uh you’re the tailor’s kid right?” He tapped the door for a moment in thought, “Y/n?”

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered and bit your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself calm. “I’m here to get your measurements again, they were lost somehow. I apologize if it is an inconvenient time. I can come back tomorrow morning if that suits you better.”

“Nah, now’s fine,” Hector waved, opening the door more. “Come in.” You stepped into his room and he closed the door behind you. “I needa change right?”

You glanced him up and down and nodded, “Yes that would be best. Something more form fitting will allow me to get more accurate measurements.”

“Alright,” he drawled and walked to the other side of the room. “Do ya mind turnin’ ‘round?”

Your quizzical look rapidly changed to embarrassment as he started to tug the tunic he was wearing up and off his body. “My apologies!” You spun around, hoping he hadn’t seen the heat creeping into your cheeks.

After an awkward wait, he told you he was ready. You turned to see him standing in front of his fireplace in a black, form fitted jumpsuit of sorts. All the saliva in your mouth seemed to dry up as you looked him over. You tried to tell yourself it was for tailor purposes, but the way your eyes lingered over his form said otherwise.

“Uh yes, let’s get started!” You stated stepping over to him. The bag you brought was carefully emptied onto the small side table in front of him. You unrolled your tape measure and laid it across the back of your neck and let the ends dangle down by your hips. You placed your small sewing book and a stick of graphite on the table and flipped the book to a blank page. Turning to face him, you took a deep breath preparing yourself. Measuring someone for their clothing was routine for you and you were going to try your damndest to keep it that way. You wouldn’t let your mind get carried away, even though it had in the past in your daydreams.

You started at the neck line, asking him to stand in his normal stance. You closed the space between the two of you, getting close enough to wrap the tape measure around his neck.

“Feels a lil dangerous with ya doin’ that,” he playfully commented. You raised your gaze to his, seeing him looking right at you.

You tried to focus on getting enough air into your lungs so you could reply, “I uh, can see why you’d think that.” A short laugh followed your statement as your brain scrambled for what to say next. “But you don’t have much to worry about with me, I’m only dangerous with scissors.” You felt your face heat at your ridiculous reply.

Hector chuckled and you felt your blush spread to your neck. Trying to recover, you focused on your tape measure, making sure that it was sitting in the right places before tightening it slightly. The dim lighting from the fireplace illuminated him from behind, making the markings on the tape almost impossible to decipher. Moving your face just inches from the tape measure, you could finally read it when you realized your face was also inches from his neck. The gentle rise and fall of his chest seemed to quicken and you swiftly stepped back. “Got it, 13 1/2 inches.”

After the measurement was written down, you moved to the next one: the chest. Hector stood close to the fireplace, close enough that circling around him would cause him to need to move. You knew it was best if he stood still, to ensure the tape stayed level. “I need to measure the chest next,” your words came out a little shakier than you wanted. “I’ll have you hold your arms up a bit so I can get the tape around you.”

Hector obeyed and you reached both arms behind him to exchange the tape between your hands. His woodsy scent filled your nose as you stood close to him. You hesitated to pull back, basking in the warmth that radiated off him. Or was it from the fire? If you encircled your arms you could pull him close in a tight embrace. The thought caused you to stiffen and jerk back, the tape almost slipping from your grip. You thought you saw a smirk play on his lips, but kept your gaze down at your tape measure, the only thing grounding you. Your fingertips brushed his chest. He wasn’t well-muscled like Quirin or Adira, but perfectly toned beneath your light touch. It was one of the things you admired about him. He favored the speed of attack over brute force. A certain memory surfaced, one of him showing off his acrobatic abilities when training some of the recruits. The way he could move his body and flip through the air. That mischievous smirk on his face.

“I ain’t a tailor or nuthin’,” Hector’s drawl pulled you from your thoughts. Your eyes found his hooded-and possibly sultry?-gaze. “But that might be a bit tight there.”

You saw that the tape was indenting into his skin, “Oh, yes. S-sorry.” You loosened it and leveled the tape back out, one of your hands pressing it down as subtly as possible. He swayed forward and your hand was feeling his firm pectoral. The heat in your face and neck traveled down into your gut, making your mind run wild.

“No problem.”

Your brain barely processed the numbers on the tape measure and you recorded them in the book. “Next is your sleeve measurement-” you paused, worried that you were annoying him with your narration of the process. “Sorry, you probably don’t need to hear me explain every detail of what I’m doing to you.”

He leaned in, his face close enough you could see a faint scar near his upper lip. You had never noticed it before. “I don’ mind it.” His eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. “I don’ mind it at all.”

You swore his eyes seemed to burn with some kind of desire, but your mind asked how that could be. Another part of you worried that you were just imagining it. You managed to squeak out an okay before asking him to turn around. You gently pressed the end of the tape at the middle of his back, between his shoulders, and pulled it to the curve of his shoulder. Your first and second finger held it in place, then pulled the rest of the tape measure down to his wrist. You wrapped your middle finger and thumb around the tape, securing it, as you lifted his arm up to see the number. Mentally noting it, you could have sworn you felt his pulse and that it was at a racing speed. As you wrote down the measurement, you started to wonder if this was a bad idea. You were so distracted and he seemed to be acting strangely. There was no way that he was interested in you like that, you had to be making him uncomfortable. But then why did his eyes look so alluring? Or was that just how his eyes were?

Taking a deep calming breath, you decided to get through this as quickly as possible. For both your sakes.

You breezed through the next few measurements. Waist? Check. Width of the hips? Check. Waist to hips? Check. Thigh, knee, calf, and ankle? Check.

As you wrote the last few down, you realized the next few minutes might be your undoing. Crotch measurements and inseam. You decided, for your own mental sanity, to have him help you with the crotch measurements.

“Please hold this here,” you instructed, holding the end of the tape on his stomach at his waist. You squatted down and exchanged the tape at his knees, nowhere near his crotch. Bringing it up from behind, you brought it up to his waist line. The tape measure fell in the front and Hector managed to snatch it before it hit the ground.

“Ah shit,” Hector mumbled.

“It’s fine,” you offered. “Just put it back at the waistline.”

“Where?”

You held the tape in place on his back and moved to stand at his side. “Right here,” you explained, faintly touching the spot.

“Kay.” His smooth voice suddenly took on an enticing tone. You realized his arm was brushing against your chest. Then, his hand rested over yours. “Like that?” The air was almost sickly warm, humid. You could feel his exhaled breath on your cheek.

“Y-yeah.”

Hector moved, enough that you weren’t touching, but he was still so tantalizingly close. Wading through the fog in your brain, you remembered that you were taking measurements. Your movements were sluggish, getting back behind him to see what number the tape was at. You released the tape measure once you had the number, two could play at this game. As you stepped in front of him, your hand brushed his hip and down below his navel.

“Thanks for the help,” you breathed with a smile and grasped the tape measure. As you slowly turned, you let your hand brush back over his lower abdomen, and recorded the measurement.

Straightening your posture and turning back to face him, you saw he was looking away and covering his mouth. A streak of apprehension went through you. “This is the last measurement, then I can leave.”

“The leg one?”

“Uh yes,” You answered, noticing his averted eyes.

“Kay.”

You proceed carefully, unsure if you had been to forward with the flirtatious touching just moments ago. But if it was too much wouldn’t he say so? Hector was not someone to hold back from speaking his mind. As your knees touched the floor, you glanced at the current inseam of his outfit and bit your lip. It was a very fitted outfit and, of course, it was at your eye level. The tailor part of your brain finally wriggled forward, “Do you have a preference on where your inseam meets?”

Hector took a moment to answer, almost like he was distracted, “What?”

Grimacing, you tried to think of the best way to reword the question. Straightforward was best, but not the most tactful. “Where would you like the crotch of your pants to be? Usually it isn’t as tight as your uh current clothing.”

You were grateful to at least be down below him, so he couldn’t see you blushing furiously. He was quiet for a time, making you worry about this whole encounter and think that your father should have come himself. If this all was completely unwanted, what would Hector say to others about your family and how they raised you?

“I dunno. Whatever ya think would be best. Yer the tailor right?” he finally broke the silence.

“The inseam is usually an inch or so below where it is now,” you explained,then started running the tape measure up his leg. Halfway up, you realized that your hand was practically stroking his leg, but you had to hold enough pressure to keep the tape in place. You felt him shiver at your touch and tried to focus, hoping it was a good expression of his current state.

Looking over the tape to ensure it was properly placed, you mentally noted the number and pulled your hands from him. You let out a small sigh of relief, finally finished with this task that should not have been this difficult. As you moved to stand, your gaze went up to find Hector staring at you, freezing you to that spot. His green irises were hardly visible, his pupils dilated wide with some kind of animalistic lust. It made your insides twist pleasurably. Heat bloomed from deep down, as you realized the debauchery of your current position.

On your knees.

Looking up at him.

Your face at the perfect height that if you were to lean forward…

You didn’t let yourself finish that thought.

You just continued to stare back at him, your gazes locked together. You could see his chest begin to rise and fall faster, his cheeks and the bridge of his nose ruddy in color. A part of you was screaming to break eye contact, telling you this was too much. Then, there was that other part of you, telling you to keep that eye contact and to act out the fantasy you were sure he was thinking of.

A hand gently caressed your cheek, startling you, but not breaking your gaze. Hector’s mouth opened into a crooked smile, showing off his sharp canine. “Ya look good down there.”

Your prudish half won out.

Quickly rolling back onto the balls of your feet, you stood tall and felt dizzy. The blood rushing throughout your body thundered in your ears.. Hector's eyes softened, but you turned around before you could see anything else. You wrote down the measurement that you could barely remember and took several deep breaths.

"O-okay, that should be everything I need," you announced, your back still to him. "I hope I haven't inconvenienced you." Your shaky hands started gathering the things on the small table, placing them into your bag.

"Trust me, ya didn't," Hector's voice was steady and firm. Light footsteps came from behind and you could sense he was standing right behind you. "'Sides, I think ya missed a measurement."

Your nerves were already a mess and that statement made it worse. You knew how distracted you had been, but to be so distracted that he could notice that you missed something? You must look absolutely pathetic to him.

Wrapping your tape measure back around your neck, you turned, facing him, "What did I-" You didn't get a chance to finish.

Several things happened in a short period of time, once you had turned to face him. Hector's face was in a smug smirk, his eyes trained on your tape measure. He grabbed it together in one hand, just below your collarbone, and used it to tug you towards him.

Your lips collided together in a rough and desperate kiss. Before you could process that this was really happening, your mouth acted for you, melding into his. A strong hand gripped your lower back, holding you against his lean form. It wasn't needed, there was nothing that could pull you away from him right now. Your hands made their way up to the sides of his face. One holding his cheek and the other snaking into his hair.

Hector groaned softly, emboldening your tongue to slowly and sensually swipe across his bottom lip. A growl vibrated through his lips and your tongue pulled back, only for his teeth to rake across your upper lip. To your embarrassment, a whimper escaped, causing his bite to lessen and then let go altogether.

Your eyes locked with one another, puffing breathes the only thing between you. Hector looked guarded now, unsure of how to proceed. You helped him decide, pressing your lips back onto his, your tongue searching for his. He gladly let you explore.

The door to his room swung open loudly. A familiar, feminine voice called out, "Okay, I'm done babysitting your children Hec-" Adira stopped mid-word, seeing you two intertwined together. Even the bear cats stopped and stared for a moment, unsure who this new person was.

There was an audible noise when you pulled away from Hector, who acted like Adira walking in wasn't a reason to stop. You looked away, fidgeting with your tape measure, hoping the heat in your face wasn't visible to either of them.

"Perfect timing as always," Hector muttered. “Thanks.”

"Ah, well here are your children back Hector." The teasing lilt in Adira's voice was palpable. "Let me know if you need me to take them on a walk again so can-what was it again? Rest up?"

"Thank you Adira. That'll be all,” he growled.

"Alright! Don't get too worked up now, that's their job," Adira nodded her head in your direction. Before Hector could throw another threat, she let out a quick laugh and closed the door.

"Finally," he grumbled and grasped your face, pulling you into a tender kiss. It only lasted a few moments, before he rested his forehead on yours, kissing the bridge of your nose. “Been wantin’ to do that for awhile now.”

“Really?”

“Course, why’d you think I went to your family to fix my clothes?” Hector asked sincerely, a blush spreading on his cheeks. “Been patchin’ my own clothes since I went to the Great Tree.” Your heart was fluttering in your chest at his confession. He fingered the tape measure around your neck, reminding you why you came here in the first place.

You let out a disappointed groan, "I probably should be going. My father needs these measurements as soon as possible."

"Yer probably right," Hector mumbled, brushing the side of your face. "I'll just have ta have you measure me for more clothes or sumthin'." You gave him a genuine smile and nodded. He cocked a brow at you, "Ya can even measure both my wrists. Together. An above my head." Heat stirred deep inside you at the picture that conjured in your mind. "If ya ever feel like it." Hector added on, kissing your cheek with a smirk.

As he pulled away you caught his lips again, this kiss much less chaste than the last. His hands cupped your face and you felt your tape measure slip from your shoulders. Ignoring it, you kissed for several more minutes, swallowing each other's soft moans and gasps. His hands ran down to your shoulder, then your side, continuing down to your hips where he grasped you roughly.

Hector broke the kiss, resting his cheek on yours, his voice strained, "Ya better go. Don't wanna worry your family."

The thought crossed your mind that your family wasn't actually his main concern. Nonetheless, you knew he was right. If you were gone too long, your father would send your sister to find you. And you really didn't want that.

"You're right," you sighed, wishing you could stay longer. You knelt down to grab your tape measure when something caught your eye. A piece of paper, crumpled into a ball, laying by the fireplace. A part of it was burnt. You grabbed it to toss it into the flames when you caught a glimpse of the familiar handwriting. Standing with the paper in hand, you opened it up and read what was on it. Your amused gaze lifted and met Hector's, his eyes wide.

"This is the paper my sister recorded your measurements on," you stated, playfully tilting your head. "How did it end up there?"

As you watched Hector avert his eyes and rub the back of his neck, something nudged your legs. You looked down to see his bear cats sniffing at you.

"Well…ya know," he stalled, looking all around the room. You soon realized he was trying not to babble.

You crumpled the paper back into a ball and tossed it into the fire. “There’s easier ways to get me alone you know. I’d really prefer the ones that don’t involve almost giving my father a heart attack.”

Hector looked from the fireplace to you and smiled. He pulled you into his arms quietly chuckling, “And where’s the fun in that?” You both came together for one last gentle kiss before leaving, but you’d be back again. And soon.

#tts hector #hector x reader #tangled the series #hector tangled the series #NSFW-ish #suggestive #tts brotherhood #glad i finally got this written #only took another characterxreader fic for me to FINALLY do it!#pretty happy with it though tbh #love me a sneaky Hector

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