#could possibly tell you all the names of all the frogs

[theosbaby]

helping hand

lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

masterlist

summary; the guys find out that enzo is still a virgin and they keep bothering him about it, so he asks for your help.

warnings; friends to lovers, use of y/n (just once i think), loss of virginity, SMUT, virgin!lorenzo, sub!lorenzo, dom!reader, mutual masturbation, p in v, lots of praising, neck grabbing, hair pulling, slight orgasm denial, unprotected sex.

author's note; english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes. yes, i have read filthy and i know lorenzo isn't innocent at all, but i wanted to portray him like that for this one, hope you like it!

lorenzo was your best friend, he had been since you both were a couple of tweens and met at the hogwarts express on your first year. you remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. he had bumped into you, which made you drop your chocolate frog to the ground, after that, he immediately apologized and bought you the whole honeydukes trolley as an apology; at that moment, you swore to yourself you would never let him go.

and seven years later, he was the most important person in your life.

as every friday night, lorenzo and you were having a sleepover in your dormroom. that night, pansy, your roommate, was out on a date with some dude and you had the room all to yourselves. you were lying in your bed, enzo next to you. a film was playing, but you were having trouble to focus on it since enzo kept moving; he looked uneasy, which was really rare to be honest, lorenzo was the calmest guy in the whole wizarding world.

you couldn't possibly imagine what was going on in that pretty head of his.

truth is, the week before, the rest of the guys had discovered that enzo was still a virgin and they had been teasing him about it nonstop since then, which had already started to seriously bother him. at first, maybe you could say it was funny, but after eight days of constant jokes, it was not funny anymore.

you sighed, finally deciding to ask him what was going through his mind.

"lorenzo," you called him, using his full name, which you rarely did, "is something wrong? you seem off today..."

enzo looked away, clearly trying to avoid your eyes, and you frowned; that was the confirmation you needed to know that something was not fine, he never averted your gaze like that.

"nothing, just... dealing with some stress." he answered, dodging the subject. when he saw your unpleased look, he added, "it's not a big deal, seriously. don't worry about it."

"cmon, enzo..." you said, reaching to cup his cheek and force him to look at you, "i know you like the palm of my hand and i know something's bothering you."

you smiled reassuringly at him, pausing the film to focus fully on the conversation, then you added, "you can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

enzo's cheeks blushed slightly, his eyes darting back and forth as he looked at you, clearly hesitating whether he should tell you or not.

"you wouldn't... you wouldn't think any less of me, would you?" he asked and you saw a hint of vulnerability in his light brown irises.

you frowned as you looked at him, caressing his cheek softly; his attitude was making you really worried.

"of course not, enzo... you're my best friend," you told him with a soft and sweet voice, trying to get him to open to you.

he nodded slowly, leaning into your touch; he found comfort in your presence, it had always been that way. taking a deep breath, enzo finally confessed.

"well... it's just that... the guys found out i'm still a virgin and they've been teasing me about it all week." as he talked, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"that's it?" you asked, chuckling as your worried expression visibly softened. "they're a bunch of idiots... just ignore them, enzo," you reassured him, your hand moving up to stroke his soft hair.

enzo managed to let out a small laugh, his expression softening at your comment too.

"yeah, i know..." he muttered, his eyes fixed in yours as he thought of his next words, "but it's hard not to let it get to me when they treat me like some sort of joke."

"don't say that, enzo..." you replicated, your brow furrowed as you heard his words. "there's nothing wrong with being a virgin."

he nodded, agreeing with you, while his eyes drifted back to the paused movie on the screen. despite your words, he still seemed a bit troubled. you were definitely going to beat the guys up the next time you saw them for making enzo feel so bad about something completely normal and natural.

"i know that... i can't help but feel self-conscious about it though," he said, then elaborated, "I mean, everyone else seems to be... well, you know."

"experienced?" you asked, finishing his sentence.

you grabbed his hand, entwining your fingers with his; you wanted to make him feel better. he looked down at your intertwined fingers and sighed softly.

"yeah... experienced." he nodded while he talked. "it's not like i haven't tried to lose my virginity or anything; it's just never been the right time or person, i guess."

you gave his hand a gentle squeeze when you heard his words, smiling at how sweet he was. enzo was simply the perfect guy, the perfect friend, and you were sure someday he'd be the perfect boyfriend.

"you'll get there eventually, trust me," you chuckled and rested your head on his shoulder. "just don't overthink it, okay?"

lorenzo smiled back, clearly more relaxed now that had confided in you. his fingers tightened slightly around yours as he rested his head on top of yours.

"i know, thanks for listening, darling."

"always, enzo." you kissed his cheek briefly. "and if they bother you again about it, just let me know, I'll gladly hit them," you added, laughing.

"you would do that for me?" he looked at you, his expressive eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room.

"i'd do anything for you," you answered honestly, smiling warmly at him.

it was the truest thing you had ever told him; there wasn't a single thing you wouldn't sacrifice for him. he was just worth it. your words seemed to awake something in him, you could almost see the gears in his head spinning as he stared at you intently.

"really? anything?" his voice deepened a bit, his eyes still locked onto yours. "can I ask you something then?"

"of course silly, anything," you replied, letting out a nervous laugh as his intense gaze made you feel butterflies in your belly.

"would you..." he swallowed nervously, taking a deep breath before continuing. "would you maybe... want to be my first?"

your breath hitched when you heard his proposal, your heart started racing in your chest. for a second, you thought that you could be dreaming, so you pinched yourself; the pain you felt confirmed that your were, in fact, not sleeping.

"enzo, are you sure about that?" you questioned, unsure if he was saying it seriously or not. "we've just talked about that, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin," you repeated.

"i know, darling." he bite his lower lip, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "but I can't stop thinking about it... and I'd really like it to be with you."

"really?" you gasped in surprise, nipping at your bottom lip to try and hide the smirk that tugged at the corners of your mouth.

you loved enzo; not the kind of love you feel for a brother, though, you were in love with him, and you had tried to convince yourself otherwise for a long time, because you thought your feelings weren't reciprocated, but now... he was in front of you, asking you to be his first, and you weren't sure if you'd be able to ignore your feelings anymore.

"you aren't just doing it out of social pressure?"

you wanted to make sure he was not feeling pressured to do it; you wanted him to do it only if he finally felt ready to take that step.

"no, i mean it," he said, blushing shyly. "i really want it to be with you, y/n. you're so beautiful, and kind, and smart. i've had a crush on you for years."

his admission made your heart skip a beat; you thought you were going to faint right there and then. your thoughts were all over the place, your mind racing as you looked at him, but there was just one thing that you knew for sure; you were dying to kiss him... so you did.

"then, i guess it can be arranged," you whispered, reaching to cup his face and pull him into a kiss, one that was very sweet at first.

enzo's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the kiss, his hands moving to rest on your hips. he gasped softly against your lips, his heart racing wildly. you took control of the kiss as you tangled your fingers in his hair and tug at it, slipping your tongue in his mouth; the innocent kiss soon turning into a full make out session.

his hands moved slowly but surely down to the small of your back, gently pressing against your lower back and pulling you even closer to him. you slightly moaned into the kiss, unable to get enough of the taste of his soft lips.

"you taste so good, enzo," you muttered between kisses, not pulling back at any moment.

your hand moved down his neck, gripping at it, which made enzo gasp softly, his fingers digging into your waist as his tongue became bolder in your mouth. he could feel himself getting hard, the rush of blood making him dizzy.

he was practically on top of you at that point, so you pushed him gently until he was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard and you straddled his lap, leaning in to resume the kissing. quickly, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close a he possibly could. one of his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pushing it upwards slowly; the gentle caress of his fingertips on your skin gave you goosebumps.

"you want me to take this off, baby?" you asked, breaking the kiss, as you started toying with the hem of your top.

lorenzo looked at you with hooded eyes, licking his lips slightly. "yes, please… take it off."

you smirked, grabbing the hem of your top and pulling it off your body. since you were not wearing a bra, you breasts were now completely exposed under his intense gaze. his eyes darkened as he saw your boobs for the first time; they were perfect, just like the rest of you.

"have you ever touched a girl, enzo?" you questioned, a sweet tone to your voice.

he swallowed hard, his hands aching to touch you, and answered, "no, I haven't."

"don't be shy, baby," you whispered with a smile, grabbing his hands to encourage him to cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly. "like this."

enzo stared at your face closely, his eyes filled with lust as he mimicked your action, his hands squeezing both your boobs gently. his thumbs brushed against your little nipples, causing them to harden instantly.

"you're beautiful," he breathed out, completely stunned at your beauty.

you gasped slightly, your cheeks flushing as a heat wave washed over your body; your panties growing wetter by the second. the way he touched you, as if he was worshipping your body, was a huge turn on.

"thank you, baby," you muttered, squirming in his lap.

enzo moaned softly as he felt your body grinding against his hard length. he kissed along your jawline and down your neck, nipping softly as he went. you let out a cute whimper, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt his tongue lapping at one of your hard nipples and you reached up to tangle your fingers in his soft hair, caressing it tenderly; he groaned against your skin as he began to suck at the hard nub gently.

his hand moved down between your legs and he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric of your shorts and panties; you felt his digits rubbing hesitantly over your pussy, as if he didn't know what to do with them next.

"enzo," you gasped at his action, tugging at his hair tenderly. "you have never done that before, right?" you chuckled as you you caressed his face.

lorenzo blushed slightly and shook his head slowly, still teasing your sensitive skin with his fingers. his eyes locked onto yours as he whispered back, "no... i haven't."

"let me show you how to do it properly, yeah?" you said with a sweet voice, grabbing his hand to pull it out of your panties.

then, you got off his lap, sitting next to him as you pushed your shorts and underwear down your legs, finally exposing your pussy. his breath hitched in his throat as he saw you completely bare for the first time. he reached out tentatively, tracing a finger along your upper thigh.

your hand moved down to cup your pussy, your fingers gently parting your slick folds to rub your swollen clit in circles, teaching him how you liked it; you couldn't help but gasp at the touch.

"just like this, see?" you asked, looking at him with glazed eyes.

enzo's eyes darkened as he watched you touch yourself; you looked so vulnerable and exposed, yet so sexy. when you withdrew your hand, he replaced your fingers with his, mirroring your movements as he started rubbing your clit in small circles.

"fuck yeah, like that..." you muttered, your breathing coming out in sharp pants as your hips bucked forward. "doing so good for me, enzo," you praised.

he groaned at your praise as he watched you writhing at his touch. his dick was rock hard in his pants and he wished more than anything that he could slide it into your tight pussy right away.

you reached next to you to push his sweatpants down his thighs, just enough to free his erection. he arched his back slightly to help you and his hard cock sprung free, standing tall against his flat stomach. you bit your lower lip, your mouth watering when you saw his dick; he was really big.

"can i touch you, baby?" you asked, your hand absent-mindedly tracing patterns over his abs.

enzo's breath hitched at your touch. his abs flexed slightly under your fingertips as he nodded eagerly. when he gave you his permission, you grabbed his length in your hand gently, pumping it slowly at first.

he groaned at your touch, leaning back against the headboard as you began to stroke his cock, his fingers still rubbing your soaked pussy. his eyes were half-closed as he watched you move your hand up and down.

"that feels so good, darling," he muttered.

you moaned in response when his digits picked up speed, pressing down your swollen clit and making you squirm in pleasure. your chest raised and fell quickly as you gasped for air.

he smirked as he felt your body respond to his touch, leaning forward to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that you returned instantly. his tongue slipped inside your mouth as his hand slid down your slit, searching for your entrance; he pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling your wetness coat his digits as he began to thrust them in and out.

you whined, involuntarily breaking the contact between your lips, and your face scrunched in pleasure. your hand moved faster as it stroke his cock, your thumb teasing his tip, that was leaking precum.

he groaned, his mouth finding your neck. his free hand slid up to cup your breast, massaging it gently as he continued to finger fuck you. he was already close to cumming, all the new sensations overwhelming him, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible.

"enzo, fuck," you cursed, your pussy tightening around his fingers when you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "such a good boy... making me feel so good."

you gasped, your pumps becoming sloppier as you approached your orgasm. enzo's breath hitched at your praising words, hips bucking against your hand, unable to contain himself any longer.

"please, love... let me inside you," he begged between breathy moans, his fingers thrusting in and out of you harder.

"how do you want me, baby?" you asked in a whisper, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

enzo nipped at his lower lip, he didn't even have to think his answer. "i want you to ride me," he muttered as he looked into your eyes, his own glazed with lust.

you gasped when he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, a smirk tugging at your lips as you said, "whatever you want, baby."

you released his cock from your grasp to climb onto his lap. enzo's breath caught in his throat when you straddled him, the sight of your wet pussy just inches from his cock making him shudder with anticipation; he almost came on the spot. his hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

you grabbed his cock and placed the tip against your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto it. you couldn't help but moan as you took his big cock inside you. once he was fully seated within your pussy, you stood still for a moment to get used to the new intrusion.

"how does that feel, my pretty boy?" you asked, leaning in to nuzzle his neck affectionately.

he groaned, his hands moving to cup your ass as he began to instinctively thrust up into you. it felt so perfect, so right, like every inch of him belonged inside you.

"it feels so good," he whispered in your ear, his breathing ragged.

"yeah... it does," you agreed, starting to ride him slowly at first; his cock reached all the right spots inside you so easily. "it's like your dick was fucking made for me, enzo," you moan, your breathing growing uneven.

he shuddered as he bucked up into you, his fingers digging into your ass so hard that you were sure he would leave bruises. you were so fucking tight, and he was so hard, the friction almost too much for him to handle.

you smirked as you saw him so helpless underneath your body while you rode him. you reached to tug at his hair, tilting his head back to suck at his neck, leaving some hickeys, which made him moan.

"you like being deep inside my tight pussy, enzo?" you teased him.

your boobs bounced as you jumped on his cock; that sight only adding to his pleasure. you placed your hands on his chest to support yourself, seeing his eyes roll back in his head as he felt you tighten around him; he thrust up into you, hitting that perfect spot again and again.

"yeah... so fucking much," he answered, panting heavily.

"such a naughty boy..." you cooed, a smug grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "but i love it."

you looked closely at him; he was completely flustered, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"you look so fucking pretty underneath me, enzo," you complimented him

he groaned, sliding one hand down to rub against your clit roughly, the other one still holding onto your ass.

"don't stop, please." he breathed out, his hips lifting up to meet every downward thrust of yours.

"you close, pretty boy?" you asked him, watching his face attentively as he nodded in response. "you gonna be a good boy and hold it in for me, yeah?" you ordered with a soft voice.

he whimpered, biting his lip harshly. his cock throbbed inside you, aching for release, but his thumb did not stop rubbing circles on your clit; the sensation of his dick pounding into you together with the stimulation on your clit making you weak on the knees.

"yes... I'll be good for you."

"that's my boy," you praised him, struggling to keep up the pace while riding him since your legs had started shaking from the pleasure. "you gonna make me cum, baby." you breathed out, moaning loudly.

you hand had a conscience of its own and moved up to grasp at his neck, applying light pressure on it. enzo's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your grip limiting his air flow very slightly, but enough to make it pleasurable.

"oh fuck! i'm cumming," he moaned, gritting his teeth.

"hold it," you commanded, your voice harder that time. "you won't cum until i do."

he moaned in frustration, shaking his head as his hips jerked up into you. "please... i can't."

"just a minute, baby, i'm almost there," you promised, whimpering while your pussy started clenching around his cock as your orgasm built up.

you kept riding him until you finally fell over the edge, letting out a long string of soft moans and whimpers while your whole body shook. you leaned into his body, your hands gripping at his skin as pleasure washed over you.

"oh gods, enzo," you moaned, "you can cum now, baby."

as soon as you gave him permission, he came with a loud whimper, almost a cry, shooting his thick cum inside you in long spurts, your pussy milking his cock as both of your rode out your highs, holding onto each other tightly.

he panted, leaning his forehead against yours, his heartbeat slowing down as he tried to catch his breath.

"that was amazing."

"pretty good for a first time, huh?" you chuckled, out of breath too, while caressing his back and shoulders; your bodies were completely pressed together.

"fuck yeah... let's do it again," he laughed, grabbing your hips to push you onto the mattress; your body bounced slightly.

"enzo!" you giggled, but your playful laugh soon turned into a moan when your best friend buried his head between your legs.

you had definitely created a monster... you weren't complaining, though.

#♡ ;; theosbaby #enzo berkshire #slytherin #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #slytherin boys #lorenzo bershire smut #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x y/n #friends to lovers #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys smut #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire x y/n #fem!reader #louis partridge #loss of virginity #howgarts #harry potter #slytherin boys masterlist

[vox-ex]

Kara

Supercorptober 2023

The shortest poem is a name.” —Anne Michaels

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Kara tried not to wince as Esme put another band-aid onto her arm, the brightly colored cartoon dinosaurs all but mocking the rest of the pain they couldn't possibly cover.

"Thanks Bug."

She tousled her hair with her good hand.

"Does it hurt when you don't have your powers, Aunt Kara?" Esme asked her brown eyes round with concern.

Kara managed a smile. "It hurts a little right now, but no, not really. It just feels...kind of funny without my powers."

Esme nodded and looked at her seriously, almost too seriously for being five years old. But she always tries to be honest with Esme about these things.

Kara leans in closer as she reaches up to put another bandaid on, this time on her chin.

"Want to know a secret?"

Esme nodded enthusiastically.

"Sometimes it's nice without my powers. I mean, I don't have to be as careful when I get excited and hug Aunt Lena."

Esme giggled. "Or kiss her!"

"Or kiss her," Kara admitted with a blush. But then her smile faded a bit. "I feel bad worrying your mom, though."

"Aunt Lena worries too," Esme said.

Kara's heart ached at the truth of it. "Yeah. She does."

She held her hand out revealing another angry cut, "So we better get me fixed up before she finds out, huh?."

But then the sudden echo of heels on tile had both of them turning and Kara's stomach dropping.

"Kara Zor-el Danvers!" Lena's voice rang out.

Kara and Esme exchanged wide-eyed looks.

"Do you think she knows?" Kara whispered.

Esme nodded gravely. "Last time Momma used my full name was when I kept that frog in my room without asking."

Lena swept into the Medbay, jacket unbuttoned, hair astray, and panic in her eyes. She looked undone in more ways than one.

"Kara..."

Her voice quiets the second time she says her name.

Maybe she looks worse than she thought. Maybe the band-aids weren't helping as much as she hoped.

Alex turned the corner, face buried in lab reports, nearly running into Lena's back.

"Oh!"

Alex glanced between them and Esme quickly overcoming her surprise. "Did she say her whole name?"

Esme nodded without a bit of sympathy for her Aunt. "Yup!" then did her best to sound like her Godmother. "Kara Zor-el Danvers!"

Kara's cheeks flushed, but her eyes didn't leave Lena's.

Alex looked between them again and stepped forward to scoop Esme off the table. "What do you say we give these two a minute alone, kiddo?"

As they made their way to the door, Esme reached out to get Lena's attention, tugging on the bottom of her coat.

Lena bent down just enough that Esme was able to whisper in her ear, and Kara didn't miss the fleeting smile it caused before she stands up again, smoothing Esme's hair, and thanking her for helping Kara feel better.

And just like that they’re alone.

And she all but expects another round of her whole name hurting towards her.

But Lena stayed put.

Stayed quiet.

And Kara can’t read her expression.

And without her heartbeat to go by, she feels even more lost.

"The full-name treatment huh? When you were mad before, it was always just Supergirl, never even Kara."

Lena sighed, dropping her head a little. "That's not funny...or fair."

So,...so lost.

Kara's heart clenched, and she looked down at her hands in her lap, silly dinosaur bandaids placed against her bloodstained suit.

"I know, I'm sorry."

Kara watched Lena's eyes flit back and forth between her and the room as if unsure of where to focus her attention. Finally, she lets out a long sigh and turned to face Kara fully.

"I was in a meeting. A stupid meeting. I had no idea you were even doing anything that could have gotten you hurt. Jess had to tell me!"

And Kara tries to ease heaviness that settles with Lena’s anger.

"You have a lot of meetings; the odds of me getting hurt during one had to have been pretty high."

But quickly pulled her lip between her teeth wanting to pull the words back too when she looks again at her.

"Right, sorry, not funny."

Lens stepped between her legs, hands resting on her thighs, eye glistening with tears no longer held back.

"I'm sorry...again."

Kara let her head fall gently against her chest as she let out another sigh.

"I just barely got used to worrying about you during the big stuff. You know, world-ending, catastrophe-avoiding days. But this was just a normal day. I didn't think about ever losing you on just a normal day."

And Kara wants to tell her how much she knows what that feels like, wants to tell her how fragile humans are, how much she worries about normal days all the time. But she knows Lena needs to be mad at her now, needs to be able to feel however she is feeling and have that feeling be about her.

Lena's hands tightened on her legs, fingers digging into the fabric of her suit, and it's like she saying. Sometimes it's nice. To feel, to know, to be able to understand through touch alone the depth that Lena is feeling something, needing something.

Kara placed her hands over Lena's.

"I'm okay."

Lena nodded and let Kara pull their bodies together until they were wrapped around each other.

"You're not wrong. It was easier to be mad or worried about Supergirl. But I love Kara Zor el Danvers, all of her."

Lena's hand came up to cup her chin, thumb tracing the edge of the bandaid there.

"Even when she looks a little foolish."

Lena leaned the warm press of her lips, replacing the cool skin of her hand.

Kara grinned sheepishly. "I may or may not have picked them out myself. I thought they might distract you. It was obviously not as successful as I hoped. "

Lena rolls her eyes and helps Kara down from the exam table, steadying her with an arm around her waist as she finds her feet.

"Come on, let's get you home."

Kara leans into her side, brushes her thumb over Lena's knuckles as they walk together.

"So what did Esme say to you?"

Lena lets out a watery laugh and subtle eyebrow raise.

"That I should let you kiss me tonight."

Kara falters for just a step, but she quickly finds her feet again, along with a smile.

"Any chance we could throw in a couple hugs too?"

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#sg prompts #supercorp #supergirl #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #heaviness disguised as softness #Kara and Lena dealing not really dealing with things until the universe makes them deal with things #a little bit of Esme and Alex because I love them too

[mxyirin]

Yandere!Gaara

warnings: yandere!gaara, younger!gaara, older!reader, female!reader, non-confirmed age gap but not the illegal kind, normal yandere themes, pronouns used are she/her, unreliable narrative so reader is referred as '[name]' or you

― 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒

▸ There was one thing Gaara thought that he liked among the darkness.

▸It happened to be [Name], the daughter of the owner of the local florist in Suna. 

▸To the little redhead, [Name] had been light when he was shunned by everyone, even his own family, who were scared of him.

▸She was the reason he lived.

▸Offeriong him sweet candies secretly whenever she could or offering to teach him about the flowers in the shop.

▸When her parents decided to travel the world when [Name] was old enough, she took over the shop.

▸At the same time he became the Kazekage.

▸Gaara continued to woo her so that he could win her affection.

▸He didn't succeed until the tailed beast was separated from him, making him more rational.

▸Without the beast, his obsession grew but didn't leak that would make [Name] run away from him.

▸Gaara and [Name], would be forever together.

You stepped on the hard tiles of your shared home as softly as possible to not alert a certain redhead.

Only to open the door to your bedroom to see Gaara with his arms crossed.

His sea-green eyes seemed too intense as they gazed upon you, making you cringe and step back.

"Where were you?" Gaara asked, his tone was calm but underneath that facade was a possessive man who didn't want you to stay away from him. 

"You left without telling me." His tone tune accusatory making you gulp as your mind raced to what you could say to him.

"I just wanted some... some fresh air." Your voice turned timid as you finished the sentence making those cold green eyes soften to a degree.

"You know how dangerous the world is right?" When you nod, he continues: "Don't go without informing or I won't be able to protect you."

He wanted to have some ninjas guard you from the shadows but betrayal was easy, especially among humans, he thought about how his friend Naruto had summoning frogs and thought he should also do the same.

"You wanted fresh air right, let's go." Gaara dragged your body into his arms and held you close.

The relationship was nice in the beginning, you felt flattered that such a high-ranked man wanted you.

Soon, you realised that the rose too had its thorns.

You were isolated and while you were introverted in nature, it didn't mean you absolutely disliked every human interaction.

There were some people you liked but in the end, even they drifted apart because of Gaara who used all the tactics so you could only rely on him.

With everyone running away in fear, your flower shop was forced to be closed making you rely on Gaara even more now that he had the power in the monetary terms as well.

There was no space for you, you thought to yourself.

Then a hand gripped your wrist tightly making you wince.

"Who are you thinking about?" The dark undertone in Gaara's voice made you shiver and he tightened the grip on your wrist.

"No one." You replied trying to get back your wrist which was now hurting.

"Really?" 

Seeing you nod, Gaara loosened the grip on your hand and you could see the skin become bruised under the harsh grip.

The redhead clicked his tone as he gently brushed his fingers on the dark bruise on your wrist

"See, how will you live without me?"

He loved you too much, he could not let you go.

Gaara would never let you go.

character: gaara anime name: naruto requested: dinxx_vii

a/n: i was originally gonna write manipulative reader again but i felt i need to write something different this time.

#x reader #yandere anime #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #gaara #yandere gaara #female reader #yandere x female reader #fem reader #naruto #yandere naruto #yandere naruto x reader

[five-rivers]

Neologism

For Ectober 2023 day 31: Ten Years! Last one for this year!

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“Can you believe, Daniel, that it has already been ten years since we first met?” asked Vlad, topping off Danny’s wine glass.  

“I can’t believe that I’m hanging out with you after you tried to dissect me like a laboratory frog,” said Danny.  He was already a little tipsy.  Vlad’d had a party earlier.  A fancy one.  One that Vlad had invited Danny and his family to, for reasons unknown, and which Danny had attended for reasons unknown.  And now they were sitting on one of Vlad’s balconies.  Why Vlad felt the need to have so many of the things when they could both fly and walk through walls, Danny would never understand.  

“I never dissected you, my dear boy,” said Vlad, with an expansive gesture.  A bit of wine spilled from his glass.  He was drunk, too.  

“As if you could,” said Danny with a snort.  “I said you tried to dissect me.  There’s a difference, cheesehead.”

“No, no,” said Vlad.  “I never tried to dissect you.”

Danny rolled his eyes.  “Are you splitting hairs over whether or not you wanted to vivisect or dissect me?  Really?  Really?”

“I’m not splitting hairs, I’m making a cogent distinction!  And I never wanted to vivisect you, either.”

“What d’you call wanting to cut me up to figure out how I work, then?”

Vlad sniffed.  “Vivisection is strictly for things that are alive.  Dissection is for things that are not alive.  We are both alive and dead, and therefore such an act would fall under neither category.  Therefore, therefore, I came up with my own term.”

“What?” said Danny, drinking more wine.  Clearly, he wasn’t drunk enough to make dealing with Vlad painless yet.  If that was even possible.  “Vladisection?”  As much as Vlad mocked Danny’s father for his naming sensibilities (some of which were Mom’s fault, anyway), the names he came up with were much worse.  

Danny was never going to let him live Dalv down.  Seriously.  

“Divisection!” said Vlad triumphantly.

Danny nearly choked on his wine.  

“I considered hemisection and demisection, but hemisection is already taken.”

“By what?” asked Danny, phasing off the wine he’d spilled.  

“Something to do with tooth surgery,” said Vlad, waving his hand.  “Unimportant.”

“And demisection?”

Vlad ignored him.  “Divi.  A noble and little-used prefix, ideal for our purposes.”

“I don’t like how you’re lumping us together, there, Vladdie.”

“It accurately indicates that we are divided between two states, those of life and death.”

“I dunno that I feel all that divided.  I think that’s always been a you thing,” lied Danny.  He’d had his phases, back when he’d been a teenager.  He’d gotten over it.

“And, in a stroke of genius–”

“Kinda think that word’s overused these days,” observed Danny.  

“Let me speak Daniel.  It’s no wonder you’re getting a ‘B’ in Introduction to Relativistic Astrophysics and General Relativity.”

“Y’know what, I’m impressed you can even say that with how drunk you are.”  Danny sure wasn’t going to try.  He already bit his tongue too often, now that his fangs had come in.  

“As I was saying, in a stroke of genius, divisection also includes the first syllable from each of the terms that are so often misused in its place.”  Vlad nodded sharply, and drained his wine glass.  “I didn’t try to dissect or vivisect you, I wanted to divisect you.”

“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not,” said Danny.  

“I’m dead–” Vlad hiccupped, “--deadly serious.”

“You’re embarrassing, that’s what you are,” said Danny.  He leaned back to get a better look of the moon overhead.  “I really, really don’t know why I’m hanging out with you.  Divisection.  Can’t believe you tried to cut me up, and now you’re calling it divisection.  No respect.”

#danny phantom #ectober 2023 #ectober23 #ectoberhaunt 2023 #ectoberhaunt23

[saltymongoose]

Ok I got a request, its ok if you don't want to do it, I wont push you or force you:

so my request is what if Player had a giant scar on their back or on their side from an accident before meeting the main 4, like they got it from building something or helping a family member. So how would the main 4 react seeing a giant scar on player body and player still feels the pain a little bit. . .

That's all and... here...

Thank you for the frog gif, it's absolutely lovely lol. Here are your hcs!

Their Reaction to the Player having a Large Scar ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Mentions of Injury)

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

It doesn't have to be said that Hank's been through a lot of fights, and his fair share of scars are a byproduct of that. So, he really isn't phased by you having a scar once he catches a glimpse of it. If anything, he's more curious about how you got such a large one in the first place. (Were you fighting some huge enemy back in your world? And how powerful was the thing if it could manage to injure you, of all people?)

That was before you made any mention of how your old injury still causes you pain, though. Hank's not the type to be worried about other people in general, but you're the one exception to that. He's not going to fret over you like a mother hen, but his concern will make itself known with how he refuses to let you strain yourself to do much of anything.

He's not very medically inclined (understatement, it's not like he even cares enough to patch himself up most of the time), so he's at a loss of what to do save for making it so you don't have to lift a finger for anything. In a way, this honestly kind of angers him, because he genuinely wants to be able to help you in any possible way, but he just…doesn't know how.

However, Hank's not one to beat around the bush if he wants something, so he'll likely just ask you directly if he can do anything to ease your residual pain. It doesn't matter if it's something that requires him to trek all the way across Nevada to get for you, or just some extra physical affection you want, he's pretty much at your beck and call if you think it will help you.

If you'd like, he's also willing to show off his own scars; he figures it's only fair since he saw yours. Neither of you mentions how his breath turns shallow when you trace a finger over the ones from more serious wounds.

(And, for the record, he would be very pissed off if you told him that you got it from helping a family member. It's unreasonable to blame them for the accident that caused this, but he will anyway. He's that delusional.)

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford is opposite to Hank in many ways here, namely in how he'll immediately get close to gauge the severity of your healed wound and ask about how badly it aches still. He's wary not to pry too much - as he doesn't want you to feel like you have to delve into anything traumatic - but he still wants to know if they (he) can do anything to help you.

You'll notice a sort of shift in his behavior after finding this out, and this is mainly seen in how he tries to make sure you don't have to do any difficult work or stress the part of your body where the scar is. He knows from personal experience how aches and pains can get triggered by this sort of thing, so he thinks he should assist you whenever he can.

He'll ease up if you ask him too of course, but you can get where he's coming from. If you were anyone else, he'd probably just leave you to deal with it on your own, but you're his Player; he can't justify allowing you to potentially cause yourself pain if he knows he can prevent it. That'd make him a bad vessel (and future partner, for that matter).

Although, when you tell him about how you got your scar, he immediately calms down a bit (grateful that it wasn't from an enemy or an intentional wound), it doesn't erase all of his concern. On one hand, he's happy that you didn't have to deal with the stress and fear that comes with someone trying to attack you, but the wound still happened regardless, so the thought still pains him. He doesn't want to imagine anything hurting you.

Sanford also gets it if you got your wound from helping a family member with something; he finds it relatable since he too has injured himself doing similar stuff for his folks as well. He'll give you this look of deep understanding when you refer to the cause, one that would almost be comical if the topic weren't so distressing.

- [DEIMOS] -

Deimos' reaction to seeing your scar is to freeze and go completely silent for a moment - he never expected to see something like that marring your flesh. However, while he internally breaks down into worry, he won't outwardly have much of a reaction in that moment. He doesn't want to bring up anything or make you feel self-conscious, so he'll probably just act like he never saw anything to begin with. It takes you mentioning it directly to pull his full thoughts from him.

He's a bit tentative about this whole thing oddly enough; perhaps it's just the discomfort at the idea of you being hurt, but he'll try to gloss over the seriousness of it to whatever degree he can. If this includes showing off a large scar of his and joking about how you match, then that's just how it is.

Like Sanford, he definitely loses some of his stress over this when you mention how this isn't from someone hurting you purposefully, or you getting into a tussle over something. Although he laxes up a lot more, and will relegate any worry to simply asking if you'd like his help when he sees you doing something. Sometimes he'll insist though, especially if it involves lifting anything heavy.

(A chance to flex his strength and do some service for his Player? It'd be stupid for him not to take it.)

Provided you aren't uncomfortable with it, Deimos will make jokes about your scar and how "badass" it makes you look.

If he was the first to find out about it, he'll make up long, elaborate explanations that you 'told him' about how you got it. It includes everything from a battle between gods (you being one of them) to you heroically saving some damsel in distress from a terrible beast. They aren't believable at all, but they aren't supposed to be. He just wants to make you laugh.

- [2BDAMNED] -

Despite not being an actual medic by any means, 2BDamned's reaction to seeing your scar is to ask what it's from and how it healed. He's also quite perceptive, so it only takes him seeing a sliver of your skin to call it out. Privately, of course, he doesn't want to push you on intimate matters in front of the others (especially if he didn't think they knew about it).

Really, Doc wants to know everything possible about it that you'd be willing to tell him about your old wound; it's important information, he reasoned since he wants to find out more about humans (you) in general, and someone has to be competent enough to care for your medical needs here.

Never mind how worried it made him to see it; it's hard to tell because of his mask, but he had to do a double-take when he caught a glimpse of it, and his horror only grew once you confirmed his concerns. Doc also knows that humans are generally more fragile compared to grunts at this point too, which just amplifies this feeling.

He's the first to ask if you need any scar cream or pain meds of any type to alleviate any discomfort you have - whether it be from the soreness of your old wound or the way it looks - and he'll get said medications as soon as possible. He'll also offer to help you apply whatever it is if it's a topical medication of some kind. If you'd like him to, of course.

While a part of him is relieved that the wound your scar was born from wasn't given to you purposefully, this becomes a sidenote to him more than anything. He wants to know what he can do for you here and now, with your residual pain and discomfort being his top priority.

He also won't even mention it around the others, as he thinks it's a private topic. Whether you show it off or not is immaterial; he views yours as similar to his own facial scars and thinks it would be better to just treat it as a completely normal thing instead of making a huge deal out of it. (Once he knows it's history and how to help you with it's lasting effects, of course. What else would you expect from one of your most competent vessels?)

Plus, your history and any past wounds are only yours to discuss anyway. He merely wants to be there for you to rely on, so he hopes you know that you can come to him for anything - scar related or not. It's the least he can do in return for all that you've brought to his life.

#tw: yandere #my writing #samau #self aware m:pn au #player!reader #yandere hank j. wimbleton #hank j. wimbleton x reader #hank j. wimbleton #yandere deimos #deimos x reader #deimos #yandere sanford #sanford x reader #sanford #yandere 2bdamned #2bdamned x reader #2bdamned #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #imjustheremam

[crownmemes]

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 9

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How many people's nightmares come true?"

"Does that get your juices flowing?"

"What are you insinuating?"

"Why? What are you afraid of?"

"Are you saying that my house is sad?"

"Why am I even talking to you?"

"How many people have you killed?"

"Are you always this sweet?"

"Tell me, how do you do this? Why do you do this?"

"Do you have any idea what you've been through?"

"Do you just like to watch, or would you like to join me?"

"Are you monitoring my life? Bugging my phone?"

"Have you considered that something else might be going on here?"

"You know everything that goes on around here, don't you?"

"What is this? Another one of your whacko conspiracy theories?"

"Most people believe they're on the side of angels, but are they?"

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"What the hell are you doing? Why can't you stay out of this?"

"What does that tell you? That I'm crazy, or that I'm right?"

"This has been going on for almost a week. You want to talk about it?"

"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Do you know what it's like not to be able to trust your own eyes?"

"How does it feel to be the luckiest man in the universe?"

"How can a frog tell a swan that he loves her?"

"Is it me, or is this becoming an odd conversation?"

"How do you know my name?"

"You spent all of five minutes with them. How do you know that?"

"How do you kill something that won't die?"

"Late for a secret meeting?"

"Haven't you ever used someone for commercial gain?"

"Are you overcome by the impulse to make everyone believe you?"

"Have I pissed you off in a way that's more than normal?"

"You want to make that honeymoon video now?"

"When was the last time anyone touched you with affection?"

"You've always said that you want to believe, but believe in what?"

"I'm not your friend. What gave you that idea?"

"You've won. What more could you possibly hope to do or to find?"

"I'm delusional? Did you just hear yourself?"

"You're not very observant, are you?"

"You want to see me snap?"

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted; #questioning;

[keurimi]

OF HEXES AND LOVE POTIONS: prologue

masterlist

prologue

the moment your hogwarts acceptance letter came in the mail, your parents could not hide their excitement. your father was a wizard, and your mother was a muggle-born. while the latter could not really grasp the concept of magic and its existence, she was more than happy to be able to send you to an expensive boarding school.

“i have high expectations for you,” your father had said. he claimed he was one of the smart ones, one of the great wizards of his generation. you think he’s spewing bullshit. he was a hufflepuff, he claimed. “as long as it’s not slytherin,” you remember him saying. whatever that meant.

you’ve been bullied your whole life for being weird, and now you have letters flying about and the adults in your life claiming you are weird, but because you’re a witch. you’re magic.

it almost seemed like a joke. you grew tough and possibly devoid of any feelings anymore because of all the name-calling, the rabid bullying, the times your friends called you a freak because you can make sticks fly, the times you got hit by small stones because a classmate saw you move a pencil without touching it. your childhood was a mess because you were weird, and no one could explain why.

and now they finally have an explanation for all of it. how convenient, you had thought.

how you arrived in hogwarts also seemed like a joke. platform 9 and 3/4, the messy, surreal atmosphere of diagon alley, you getting your first wand, and someone from the train offering you a chocolate frog (that moves, to your shock), everything seemed like a dream.

that was, until, you stood face-to-face with hogwarts itself.

you’ve seen castles in tv before, but nothing like this. the whiplash of emotions – shock, fascination, fear, excitement – was too much for your eleven-year-old brain to fathom and distinguish. you mindlessly followed your batchmates and the booming voices of the older students into what they called the “great hall”.

as you were briskly walking, trying to catch up with the other kids, another student accidentally bumped into you, falling on the floor face down. he let out a pained grunt and was beet red from the snickers he was hearing from the others. you reached out your hand, helping him up, and muttering an apology.

“no, sorry for bumping into you.” he breathed out. “i’m not too good in crowds.”

“oh,” you replied. “it’s fine. do you want to let them pass first? i’m fine with being on the back of the line.”

he let out a shaky breath as he dusted himself off. he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “that would be nice. i’m jisung, by the way.” he let out his hand.

“y/n.” you replied, reciprocating his gesture and shook his hand. the two of you exchanged pleasantries, walking much slower than the rest.

the moment you and jisung stepped into the great hall, you were both greeted by a bunch of rowdy boys who surrounded jisung, playfully smacking him. “you’re here, ‘sung! where’s chenle?” the one in the blue necktie basically yelled.

as if on cue, the “chenle” dude walked towards you, jisung, and the other boys, greeting and waving happily. you vaguely heard some loud phrases being exchanged, such as “we’re finally together!” and “i can’t wait!”, as they put their arms around each other and laughing.

you, on the other hand, couldn’t care less.

you noticed a more interesting event happening before your eyes – the sorting hat ceremony, as you’ve heard from the whispers around you. you’ve heard things from your father, too. he never failed to mention how good of a house hufflepuff was, how he hated slytherins, how gryffindors were always favored by the headmaster, and how annoyingly stellar ravenclaws were during exam season.

(he probably didn’t want to tell you outright, but your father might just be hoping for you to get into hufflepuff).

you were mindlessly watching as the other first-years got sorted into their own houses. somewhere along the line, you found chenle and jisung standing right behind you. you turned around, trying to look for some clarification as to what is happening in front of you.

“hey, what do the houses mean?”

jisung and chenle halted their conversation, looking at you with shock on your faces. “you don’t know?”

you shook your head. “i wouldn’t be asking if i knew, right?”

jisung cleared his throat. “uh, yeah, right.”

he proceeded to explain to you what the sorting hat ceremony was – it was to group you into the house where you belonged, based on your personality. gryffindors were generally brave and courageous, ravenclaws were knowledgeable and curious, hufflepuffs valued loyalty and hard work, whereas slytherins are cunning, ambitious, and resourceful.

“but we usually get sorted into where our parents and ancestors were sorted before.” chenle chimed in. “i’m guessing you were raised as a muggle?”

“a muggle?” you questioned.

“you know, a regular human with no magic at all. you lived in the muggle world?” you just nodded in response.

your conversation was interrupted by the old woman professor (who introduced herself as mcgonagall) called chenle’s name. moments later, the sorting hat screamed “gryffindor!” and the ones with the red and yellow neckties cheered loudly.

jisung was up next. he looked way too nervous, you almost pitied him. you pat his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “hey, you’ll be fine. it’s just a hat.”

he shakily laughed. “haha, just a hat, right. my dad will kill me if i don’t get into hufflepuff.” his steps were heavy as he approached the wrinkled hat. you can almost hear himself praying to get into hufflepuff. in some odd way, he reminded you of your proud hufflepuff father.

you cheered as the sorting hat yelled “hufflepuff”. at least jisung can probably sleep in peace now.

you were called next. you see jisung and chenle from your peripheral vision, gesturing a thumbs up for good luck. not that you needed it, really. it was just a hat. it was just a house.

as long as it’s not slytherin. your father’s word bellowed in your mind.

the hat was placed on top of your head. you can hear its muttering – ‘a half-blood, with a hufflepuff father. yet you’re so unlike him. you take risks, yet you are calculated. you’re intelligent, but with no care for acquiring knowledge. you have never experienced your father’s plights, as your gifts are miles ahead from your ancestors.’

whatever that means, you thought.

‘but i sense greatness in you. greatness that can only be polished in the house of slytherin.’

my father will kill me.

you can hear the sorting hat laugh, deeming your words as a joke.

‘it seems to me, you are not afraid of your father. i will put you in hufflepuff, if you so desire.’

you paused for a moment and looked around. you met jisung’s gaze, and you contemplated your father’s words. he’d probably be over the moon if you were in hufflepuff – plus jisung seemed like a good friend. you looked at the slytherin table, where the atmosphere seemed cold. most of them were blank-faced, with slicked back hair. if they went to a muggle school, they’d probably be the rich arrogant kids who thought the world revolved around them. the gryffindor kids seemed to be too loud, whereas the ravenclaws looked a bit too nerdy for your liking.

furthermore, the hufflepuff warmth blinded you. you craved something new.

you took a quick glance at the slytherin table once more.

i’ll manage in slytherin, you thought.

“then slytherin it is!” the sorting hat bellowed.

sorry, dad.

the rest of the night was a blur. the feast was grand, you swore you saw like 30 whole roasted chickens in the slytherin table alone. some other first-year girls tried to strike up a conversation with you, yet the moment they found out you were a “half-blood”, with a muggle mom and a hufflepuff dad with a muggle job, they scrunched their noses in disgust and didn’t say another word.

judgy much?

(you couldn’t blame them, though. you chose slytherin based on your judgments of the students from the other houses – it just seemed like you’d found your people).

“don’t mind them. they think they’re the shit just because they’re pure-bloods.” the guy sitting in front of you suddenly spoke, eating a drumstick without a care in the world.

“pure-bloods?” you questioned.

“ya know, those with magical parents. slytherins are known to be prejudiced to half-bloods and muggle-borns, you see.”

“oh. too bad then.” you shrugged.

he gave a hearty laugh in response, earning looks from the other nearby students. “you don’t seem to care.”

“because i don’t.” and because it wasn’t your first time being left out. it almost felt like home.

“i like you!” he basically shouted, again, earning dirty looks from the others beside him. “i’m haechan, a second-year student. pleasure to meet you!”

“y/n. it’s my pleasure too.” you gave a curt nod.

haechan placed the drumstick back on his plate and fixed his gaze on you. “you seem interesting, y/n. maybe that’s why our jisungie has taken a liking for you.” haechan wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to wince (he looked pretty disgusting doing that, honestly).

“ah, you’re friends with jisung.” you replied.

“yup! me and this old fella here,” he grinned and placed his arm over the silver-haired boy beside him. “this is jaemin! also a second-year student. hey, jaem, say hi to our new muse~”

jaemin didn’t pay attention to haechan’s words, but was polite enough to acknowledge your presence.

haechan was talkative, almost very unlike other slytherins based on your observations so far. he talked about his family, how his father got one of the most prestigious positions in the ministry of magic, how he got gifted a dragon for his eighth birthday, and the like.

he bragged a lot, but he didn’t seem to be an asshole.

“how about you? what do your parents do for a living? how’s life in the muggle world? oh heck i gotta visit sometime-“

his rambling was interrupted by the head boys of each house instructing everyone to finish up and go straight to the dorms. you weren’t able to spare another glance at haechan and jaemin anymore. to be fair, you just wanted to see what the dorms looked like and get some rest.

as you lay in your bed, your things half-unpacked, your mind replayed the events of today. once the news gets out to your father that you now bleed green, he’ll probably be incredibly upset. you internally remind yourself to send a letter of apology.

your eyes close, finally getting some well-deserved rest from the chaos and information this new world had brought you. maybe tomorrow, you’ll understand a bit more about the wizarding world.

but you still don’t know if you’re dreaming or not, so who knows if tomorrow exists.

a/n: this is such a long fucking prologue LMAO but i got excited with the world-building & establishing y/n’s personality. no mark lee yet sorry abt that! and yes i do believe that mark lee is a hufflepuff do not fight me on this

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[typingfool]

𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ;; din djarin

Pairing; Din Djarin x gn!Reader

outline —; Peaceful times with Din Djarin were rare. You relish it.

word count —; 1.1k

WARNINGS —; none.

tags / themes —; reader and din are married, grogu (sweetly) interrupting a moment.

A/N —; *comes back with a massive stars wars obsession* hey, i write for them now. it's been a stressful couple months and i wanted to get something out for my birthday. this isn't beta-read, i just wanted to write. please be kind, thanks.

This galaxy raised warriors, heroes, and peace-keepers. Those who fought in the name of their planet, for the safety of the future, and the love they carry for their family. Those who were victims of war survived… or trained to survive, fight, and endure. 

This galaxy isn’t raised for writers, painters, and performers. Those who coped in whomever’s name, for the sanity of themselves, and possibly for the love they carried for their crafts. Of course, artists don’t only do it for themselves. They create in order to escape; and luckily enough, they don’t press themselves into the cruel hands of the galaxy. Because it isn’t built for them. 

For you, the galaxy seemed to test the waters. Warriors and Artists? Maybe those two weren’t so different, after all. Oh, how history would have written it; when the stars collide, an artist with no place in this galaxy meets a warrior who can’t find a home. Those three long years, what an adventure it has been. 

Din Djarin is a victim of war. Like yourself. There truly is a place for people like you. But whilst Din grew up with the Way, you grew up tracing the sky, seeing shapes in every landscape, and memorising the curve of someone’s face. Often asking yourself questions like; Where does the shadow fall? In which direction does the light come from? If you were simplified, which shapes best describe you? 

Din Djarin is a Mandalorian. Not like yourself. A Mandalorian. A warrior. He trained and connived his way till he stood in this solid home. He grew up hidden, so he stayed that way for a while in his life; often a mystery to the Guild. 

“Din Djarin, do not move.” You warned, tilting your head as the heat of Nevarro’s sun hit your face. The chair, in which you sat, rocked back slightly at your movements. With arms outstretched, thumb against the pencil, you held it feebly upwards, trying to calculate the proportions of the Mandalorian’s body. 

If you could see his face out in the open right now, you would’ve caught on with the fact that your husband — your riduur — was smirking. And decided to tilt his head in the opposite direction for the fun of it. You clicked your tongue in annoyance but a smile adorned your face. “I’ve been in this position for fifteen minutes, ner runi.” Din sighed softly, tapping his ungloved fingers against his forearm. 

“Fifteen minutes more.” You looked at him over the rim of your notebook, sketching away. A light fire went on above your head, face lighting up as the same smile adorned your features. “I’ll entertain you, what’s our son doing?” You asked, raising your notebook down to tilt your head at him again. 

Din chuckled at your demeanour or was it your question? You couldn’t tell, though he answered anyway. “Eating frogs.” 

“Again?” You turned to look at the side to see your son doing so; eating frogs. Entirely, it was your fault for looking away. At the time your eyes left your riduur, Din got up, breaking your focus. “Din!” You laughed as you looked back at him.

Your Mandalorian called your name with the same energy. His next words were spoken in a gentle manner, enough to capture your attention. “I’m tired,” He merely said, extending his hand to you. “Let’s be tired together.” 

You let a relieved breath. Has it always been there? You weren’t sure, though, at this moment, you let it go. You released it when settling your supplies down the chair in which you sat. You released it when you found yourself melting into Din’s hands. 

With the armour off, the world is all but noisy. The only sound prominent are frogs croaking and the gentle breeze of Nevarro’s ambience. He pulled you into his chest and laid his back against the frame of the metal door. 

Music. You could hear music, with your cheeks pressed against the warmth of his chest, and with his arms wrapped around you (and yours around Din’s waist). The world stopped, for a few moments it stopped, and you breathed. Inhale and exhale. The exhaustion left your body through that breath, and you could feel that Din breathed too. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. You could hear his gentle heart, if you listen close enough, you could practically hear his soul. What would it sound like? 

Move. Your body screamed to move, but a part of you wanted to stay like this forever. Though, the feeling caved into you, forcing your head to look at your husband’s visor. Your chin rested on his chest as you asked warily. “Can I kiss you?” 

Modulate. The Mandolorian’s helmet modulated his voice, if he answered in a chuckle, the other might receive it the wrong way. He didn’t want to move. The embrace held a significant peace, one that physically pained him when he moved a muscle. But Din didn’t speak with his brain at the moment, so he removed his helmet, and the beskar fell onto the floor beside them. 

They were in the middle of nowhere, what would you say? — All is well. — That sentence proved its point when Din held your cheeks beneath his hands, and his lips were on yours. He could feel you kiss back, he could feel your cheeks against his, he could feel the lazy smile that tugged your lips. Truly, Din wanted to open his eyes, to get a better look of you without his visor, yet somehow, he couldn’t. 

Din is tired. So tired. His shoulder gave in and melted between your arms; he didn’t know how it got there; your elbows above his shoulder, as your fingers explored his hair. But Din didn’t care, he just melted into your kiss, laughing, nearly crying over the unexpected bliss and peacefulness the day had to offer. 

His desires of staying like this with you continued to grow within each second— 

“Patu!” And then, the moment was sweetly broken. 

Your lips disconnected with a sound, pulling away the moment the sound was in ear-shot. Din’s eyes landed first on the green baby, doe eyed, ears high, and head tilted innocently. 

You saw him slurp a frog. “Grogu,” A waning smile reached your son’s lips when his name was mentioned, without warning, he jumped into your arms. Thankfully, you caught him. “That’s not nice of you. What if the frogs had parents?” You teased. 

Din chuckled beside you, kissing your temple lightly, before opening the door. “Let’s head inside.” He said while bending to get his fallen helmet. The gesture, so simple, caught you off guard. A soft, green hand held the base of your cheek and Grogu joyfully yelled with ‘‘Iek!’

Stepping inside, you looked around, almost nostalgically. This is your home. Reminded by Grogu and Din’s presence, a smile painted your lips. They are your home. “I’ll kiss you once more when he’s asleep.” He muttered before taking Grogu from your grip. 

Maybe there is a place for artists in this galaxy.

TRANSLATION(S);

riduur; spouse, husband, wife ner runi; my soul (*ner; my) (*runi; soul)

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#pax writes 🕯 #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x yn #the mandalorian x reader #star wars x reader #grogu #din djarin imagines #din djarin fanfiction

[hereticdrws]

Aquarium date w mizu

A/n: did I just narrate my visit at the aquarium and add mizu? Possibly did I use quotes from me and my sister? Also maybe anygays I hope yall enjoy ☺️🤞 should I write a real fic w this? I alr got 1 in the works cough cough baseball mizu

Warnings: NOT PROOF READ idk I don't think there r any but lemme know if there r

Loser!Mizu x (masc?) Reader I tried to make it v neutral but I kinda self projected

Enjoy 😉

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

◇Def spends wayyyy to long on parking trying to find the perfect spot no matter how many times she's been

◇Tells you the scientific names of all the fish on the banners on the way in that are used to attract visitors

◇Tells you every fish related joke she knows while waiting in line to get in

◇Cannot stand up straight in the line to save her life she has to lean (but I mean who tf doesn't why tf would I stand up str8 when I can lean)

◇Tries to convince u to let her bring a fish home (you're not even allowed to)

◇Took 1000 pics of the baby penguins

◇(Also asked to take one home)

◇Does not shut up abt the smell

◇Says every cute thing in the exhibit looks like you

Ex:

After walking past the toucan exhibit we make our way toward the baby monkeys per mizus request, walking hand in hand and shoulder to well head because lord knows mizu is tall as shit.

Once we arrive at the monkey exhibit for the first time since arriving mizu releases her hand from yours

"Omg babe it looks just like you!" She eagerly points out

"It does??" You raise an eyebrow at the 5'7 woman towering you, questioning her ecstatic expression

"Yeah!!"

◇Tried to provoke the toucan

"OMG Y/N ITS THE BIRD FROM THE MEME" spends at least 15 minutes trying to find the meme

◇Made you carry her hoodie bc it was so humid

"Babe I told you not to bring it 🙄"

"I thought it'd be cold ☹️"

"Why are there only birds I hate birds"

"Because we're in the bird exhibit babe 😐"

"oh"

◇Pouts when she can't find the animal in the exhibit

"Babe did you know poison dart frogs are poisonous?"

Dies

"Babe stop ☹️"

◇Stuck her hand in the water 'bcuz she can'

"I bet I could survive that jump"

"No tf you wouldnt?"

◇You had to pay for the slushies bc she forgot her wallet (which she definitely owns) ((she doesn't own a wallet))

"BABE THERES FUCKING CROCODILES"

"Dude there's a kid right nxt 2 u"

"Babe wtf"

"What"

"Your mouth looks like a traffic cone"

☹️

◇Constantly asked what would happen if she threw smthing at an animal

Ex:

"What I'd I threw my slushie at the crocodile"

"I'll disown you"

◇Looks in disgust at all the babies and children

◇I cannot express how much she'd compare you to ever cute animal in the exhibit

◇Leans into u when she gets bored like srsly u are supporting this woman's entire body weight

◇Do not forget how CLINGY she is (totally not self projecting) she would not let go of your hand, not to mention she is constantly pressed to your side esp when walking she is js leaning into you (same 😔) she cannot walk in a straight line for the life of her

◇Mizu is either the most shameful person you've ever met or the most shameless

No inbetween

◇The facts omg So. Many. Facts it's acc insane

"Did you know the 'type of animal' is acc a direct descendant of-"

◇Has a donkey Kong lanyard u drag her around by so she doesn't wander off

"Omg that's literally us in another universe"

(Pic credits go to yours truly 😌)

"Omg yn that's a stone fish the one from the meme 😁🫵"

"What meme?"

😨 (she only scrolls on YouTube shorts or insta reels) ((idk why she's shocked))

◇Constantly pointing out how ugly a fish is

"If it were human it could NEVER pull you"

"???"

◇Spent at least an hour in the shark exhibit telling you the scientific names of all the diff species of them and where they originated from

◇Millions of pics of them everytime a shark swam by at least 25 pics would be taken

◇Everytime you tell her to pise for a pic with one of the exhibits she either puts up a thumbs up with the dumbest smile you've ever seen or accidently flips you off then rushes over to you drowning your face in kisses and apologizing over n over

◇Sitting/leaning every chance she gets (and pulling u down w her every chance she gets) ((she is so clingy I can't express it enough))

"When do we get to go to the gift shop?" ◇She asked every 2 seconds if she's not telling you the most outrageous 'facts' she learned from who tf knows where

"That bird is big as shit 😐"

◇Tries to stand like a flamingo falls not even 2 seconds later claiming you pushed her

◇Literally RAN for the shark plushies once yall got to the gift shop

◇Could not decide which one to get so u js bought her all of them bc ur so sweet/you couldn't decide which one to get so she bought you all of them (whichever u want)

◇Got lost in the parking lot trying to find yalls car

◇Yall stopped at chic fil a on your way home

◇Once yall got home you both changed into comfy clothes and layed down and cuddled ofc yall cuddled with mizus ridiculous amount of new shark plushies

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A/n pt2: thank you for reading I hope yall like this ☺️

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #bes mizu #mizu #art #bes x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai fanart #digital art #sketchbook

[herlondonboy]

Emotional

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: requested (find request here)

Warnings: mentions of periods, dissecting frogs. This is based off of my own experiences with periods LMAO, spelling mistakes (as always). Comfort, no hurt.

Word Count: 0.6k

You could feel your period coming from a mile away. The whole week before you had been feeling sour. Even more so than usual, at least. You had accidentally made Eugene cry by saying that Enid would never date him. And because of that, you’d been been sad the rest of the day.

A week later, you got your period and you’d been in more pain that you thought was possible. Enid had brought you a hot water bottle and Eugene a bee pillow pet by the name of Eugene Jr. All dropped off by Wednesday because you didn’t want to see anyone.

Wednesday knocked on your door after school on the fourth day and you groaned. “Fuck off, Wednesday!” You exclaimed.

Wednesday walked in anyway. “I will not ‘fuck off.’” She said. “You’re in pain and I’d like to help.” You groaned, pushing yourself up with a glare. Wednesday brought your favourite snacks and drinks and made her way over to you. “I heard that if you put pressure on your lower back it relieves you of some pain.” She said.

You rose your eyebrow as Wednesday made herself comfortable on your stomach, the weight of her body making your push down onto the mattress. You moaned in relief and wrapped your arms around her. “Thank you, love.”

“No problem.” Wednesday mumbled, pushing her head into your chest.

The two of you stayed in that position until the morning when Enid burst into the room. “Oh!” She sighed, panting for breath. “Wednesday, I thought you died! You don’t show up, you don’t call, you apparently cuddle.” She looked at the glare Wednesday gave her as you were still sleeping with her in your arms.

When you woke up, you opened your phone to see a bunch of photos of you and Wednesday lying in bed. They started off with Wednesday glaring at Enid then Wednesday gently removing herself from you, lastly, blurry photos where Wednesday had grabbed the phone.

That day was the first time you went back to lessons since you had been on your period started. You could tell it was coming to an end by how much your pain had subsided. It no longer hurt to sit up. For you, after the anger, came the overwhelming sadness. Wednesday was alarmed when you sobbed over the frog that you were dissecting in biology (it wasn’t the first time you’d dissected an animal, but it was the first time you’d cried).

“But it’s just a little baby.” You cried as you cradled the dead frog in your hands. The biology lesson has come to a sudden halt when you wouldn’t let anyone carve into the amphibians.

“Miss Addams, could you take her out. Please.” The teacher said in exasperation.

Wednesday nodded and looked at you. “y/n, drop it.”

“B-but-“ You hiccuped. Wednesday gave you the look and you cried even harder.

“I’ll get you a pet frog, just put down the dead one.” Wednesday said quietly. Your eyes widened in glee as you dropped the dead frog and allowed Wednesday to pull you out of the class. “You’re so difficult.”

You began tearing up again. “You hate me?” You asked.

“y/n- No! That’s not what I said.” Wednesday pointed at you as your shoulders began to shake in a silent cry. “Why do i put up with you?” Wednesday mumbled in annoyance as she took your hand. “Ice cream?”

“Yes! I knew you loved me.” You began skipping down to the kitchen. Wednesday huffed as you dragged her along.

Wednesday did get you a pet frog but it died four months later and you held a funeral for it.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday x you #wednesday netflix #wednesday tim burton #wednesday the series #wednesday tv show #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #Wednesday #wednesday x y/n #Wednesday Addams x y/n #wednesday fanfic #wednesday fluff #wednesday addams fanfic #Wednesday Addams fluff #request #wednesday 2022 #Enid sinclair #elijah writes #wednesday oneshot #wednesday on netflix #Wednesday Addams oneshot

[din-miller]

Grogu's Stuffed Frog

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader

Word count: 600+

Summary: You buy Grogu a stuffed frog while on a trip to the marketplace on Nevarro.

Warnings: fluff, reader and Din are the best parents in the Galaxy, His first name is Din, married couple, gender neutral reader, based on a post I saw on tumblr.

"What is that?"

You jumped, arms quick to hide behind your back and you gave your husband a shy smile, "What is what?"

"Mesh'la, tell me that you didn't buy the kid another toy."

"I didn't buy him another toy," You said, which is true, it technically isn't a toy, "It's a stuffed frog!"

"That it is," Din grabbed it from you and flipped it over a few times, "It's heavy."

"It's weighted. The seller said it's good for helping children feel safe. Something about the weight comforting them or something," You explained with a small shrug, "Figured it couldn't hurt to try it out." 

The tip of Din's gloved fingers ran across the soft green fabric, "You have to stop spoiling him. We're going to have to buy a bigger house if you keep coming back with new toys."

"You say that now but you haven't felt how soft it is," You don't even have to reach down for his hand, he's already holding it out for you. You removed his glove and placed a small kiss on his palm, "It's softer than my skin."

"Not possible," Mando declared and stroked one of the frog's legs, "Grogu's in his hammock, he's been waiting patiently for you to come back, almost like he knows he'll be getting a new toy." 

"Yeah, yeah," You smiled, taking back the small stuffed animal and heading to where Grogu is no doubt waiting for you, "He's going to love this!"

"And cyar’ika," Din called and you turned to him, "I was right."

"About what?"

"Your skin is softer."

You tilted your head down towards your chest, trying to hide the blush that spreads across your skin. It's no use, Din is well aware of the effect his words have on you. 

You entered the living room, you had hung up Grogu's hammock here when you first moved into the house. Din was right, the child sat all wide eyed and excited. Upon seeing you he let out a happy coo, which became even louder when his eyes fell upon the small frog in your hand. 

"Hey Bean, have you been good for your dad while I was gone?" You asked picking him up out of his hammock. Grogu curled into the warmth of your body, his tiny hands reaching for the frog. You chuckled and handed it to him.

Behind you Din leaned against the doorway, leg crossed over the other one. His helmet is finally off. Nowadays he only wears it when he's going out or when you've left the house alone. The seconds it takes to put on could cost you your life if you suddenly find yourself in danger. It's a tad dramatic but you expect nothing less from him.

"He likes it." Din guestered to the child who's currently trying to eat the frog's nose.

"You can't eat it you little swamp rat," You scrunched up your nose, trying to dislodge the plastic nose from Grogu's mouth. It took a second but you finally got it free, "Tell your buir that I was right to buy it and that you're not spoiled." 

Din pushed off the door frame and pulled you against his chest, "He's definitely spoiled, but what can you expect from a boy who has the best buir this side of the galaxy." 

"Damn right he does," You leaned back into your husband's embrace, "Maybe one day we can get another frog."

Din nudged the back of your ear with his nose, chuckling when you tried to squirm away, "He doesn't need anymore stuffed animals."

"I don't mean for Grogu." Your voice dropped down to a soft whisper.

Behind you there's a sharp intake of air, Din's fingertips momentarily digging into the flesh of your hips before he's swinging you around to face him, "Cyar’ika, are you saying..."

"I want to raise warriors."

"We're going to raise the strongest warriors; a whole army," Din pulled you in for a kiss, "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum sa pirusti."

Translation:

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." - I love you

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum sa pirusti." - I love you as well

#im not happy with how this turned out but i needed a distraction and i saw a post about how grogu needs a stuffed frog in S4 #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #din djarin x gender neutral reader #the mandalorian x reader #married couple | the mandalorian #fluff #justice joy writes #*based off of a tumblr post #sir grogu #din djarin #married couple

[spacecowboyhotch]

summary: sometimes the meddling of old men pays off.

pairing: f!reader x jake lockley

contents: pinning, internal angst, an old man meddling, fluff

wc: 1.8k

AN: before i even finished this, i felt like it deserved a part two so…be on the lookout! & thank you @juneknight for helping me figure this outtttt <333

part 2 | moonknight masterlist | requests are open

There’s a lot that Jake hates— frogs, black olives, the Chicago Cubs. But most of all, he hates having habitual customers. Familiarity with others is nothing he craves. There’s this false sense of intimacy that comes with making small talk and knowing another’s routine. It’s uncomfortable, it makes his skin crawl. He’s content with going unseen beyond his ability to taxi someone from point A to point B. At least, he doesn’t allow himself to think so.

Until he met old man Fletcher.

More accurately until he met her. If he’s being technical, he hasn’t met her yet, hasn’t even spoken a word to her. He doesn’t even know her name. She’s the woman at the farmer’s market that Jake takes Fletcher to every Saturday morning. He’s never been more grateful for a smug old man and his routine.

“Fancy meeting you here again. And you’re on time,” The old man quips, looking down at his watch in feigned disbelief.

Jake gives Fletcher an exasperated look as he opens the passenger door, “I’m never late.”

Every Saturday Jake arrives at the old man’s apartment at 8 a.m. on the dot, not a moment sooner, nor a moment later. He helps the frail man into the back of his cab, and plays the oldies station that ensures neither of them will talk– instead they’ll hum along. It's something Jake doesn’t like to admit he enjoys— if anyone were to ask it is just Saturday. There is no fluttering heartbeat, no rehearsal of things to say if she dares speak to him, no fondness growing for the old man. He’s doing his job. That’s all.

The first time he ever saw her, his heart seemed to stop and then pick up, going so fast he thought it’d give out.

Dressed in overalls, her hair up and out of her face, her skin looking so soft even from a distance. She sets up her stall with ease, telling him that this is something she does often. This is her livelihood, he thought to himself. How solitary that must be, tending and keeping bees and flowers. Unless she has someone to help— a partner perhaps. Jake didn’t let himself think much further about that, he let himself get lost in the small probability of possibility.

Jake could see her kindness. It seemed as if everyone at the market stopped at her stall, even after she sold out of things. With bright eyes and animated hands, she spoke to everyone as if they were the most important person in the world. He couldn’t help but wonder if she would extend him the same courtesy.

The following Saturday, Jake woke early, staring at his work phone hoping that it would ring. That hope took root in him, blooming bigger each and every Saturday. Old man Fletcher called him like clockwork, until one morning he suggested he and Jake plan on this visit every Saturday. No, Jake didn’t like habitual customers but at that suggestion, he simply nodded, his mouth quirking up in one corner.

—

Today, like any other Saturday, he’s parked at Fletcher’s house. He takes the shortest route— a left onto Wicker, a right onto Olive and after the annoyingly long wait at a red light on Slater he’s pulling into the park’s lot.

When they arrive at the park, he parks his cab in the same spot under the largest oak tree in the park with the perfect view; her. He removes his jacket and cap before coming to sit on the hood of his car, trying to look busy and unnoticeable. In reality, for the first time in a long time, Jake just wants to be seen.

He wants to be seen by her.

Time stretches and squeezes in the most cruel way; the weekdays creep by slowly and when Saturday comes it flies, as if her presence is like some twisted time warp.

He knows that she must smell sweet— she sells candles and honey and flowers, she must always be bathed in their nectar. He has some idea since Fletcher has started to buy things from her— a jar of honey, beeswax candles, a bouquet or two. Whenever he helps the old man with his bags, he can’t help but inhale the soft scent of the things he’s bought.

Like most days, it’s a bouquet of daisies. Jake wonders if they’re her favorite flowers and that’s why she almost always has them.

As he helps Fletcher load his bags into the truck of the cab when the old man says, “You have to talk to her, y’know.”

He raises a brow at the older man, “What?”

Fletcher nods his head towards the stands, “The honey girl. If you wanna take her out you have to talk to her.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Really? She’s asked about you.”

“About me,” He repeats, turning the idea over and over in his head. “What did she say?”

“I thought you didn’t wanna take her out?” Fletcher asks, and Jake narrows his eyes at him, waiting for him to answer the question. “Alright, alright, settle down. She just asked your name, if you were my grandson or something.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“That you’re a nice young man that’s kind enough to bring me here every week. You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t ask for you to do me any favors.”

“You didn’t have to.”

On the drive home, all he can think about is how she knows his name. How he doesn’t know hers. How if he sticks to his plan he’ll never know it. That is something he’ll live with. Or so he thought.

She has other plans.

It’s the next Saturday and he’s sat on his cab as always when she starts to make her way through the crowd and across the field. Jake can’t help but look around, wondering if she’s walking to her car to fetch something or someone she knows has just arrived. But then she stops in front of him, fidgeting with the frilly strap of her sundress.

He watches with confusion— and amusement— as she squares her shoulders, taking a deep breath in before leading with a simple, “Hi.”

“Hi?” He says, mouth set into his habitual frown.

“You’re Jake.”

“I am?”

Her eyes widen with worry, almost comically so, and he can’t help but think about how precious she looks.

“Did Fletcher give me a fake name?” She asks worriedly, her eyes narrowing as she glances back towards the crowd to look for him.

“No, no. I’m Jake,” His face softens just a fraction, arms crossing against his chest.

She tells him her name and it fits, another piece of her falling into place. He isn’t sure why he hadn’t guessed it— it’s in her smile, the brightness of her eyes. He repeats it quietly, likes the way it sits on his tongue.

“Fletcher says you don’t like leaving your cab unattended or you’d walk around.”

His cab is his most important possession, not only his livelihood but also an object he holds near and dear— something that will never be able to judge him no matter what he does. The thought of something happening to his cab makes his blood boil and his heart sink into his stomach. But there’s more to it; walking around means more socialization than he already endures.

“I’m not…good with people.”

“So you decided to be a cab driver?”

He opens his mouth for some rebuttal but instead he chuckles at her teasing. When was the last time he laughed?

“Being good with people is difficult— tiring,” She admits softly.

His brow knits together, “You seem to do it just fine.”

“I sell things for my livelihood, there’s not much of a choice in it. But, I do enjoy people, they’re…fascinating. So unique. May I?” She points to the spot beside him.

Jake nods, and she comes to lean against his cab beside him. Though she keeps a respectful amount of distance, her delicate scent envelopes him and it’s sweeter than he could ever imagine.

“So you like driving?” She asks, glancing over at him.

Jake does like driving, it helps with that restless feeling inside of him. Being on the go, moving here and there, new scenery, new distractions, it quiets some of the noise. It gives him some control.

“Yes, it’s…relaxing.”

“Relaxing? It drives me insane. Everyone here drives like they’re in a high-speed chase after robbing a bank, there’s no regard for human life,” She huffs, her hands gesturing haphazardly as she vents.

His eyebrows raise in surprise at her strong feelings about driving, and her wild hand gestures pull a chuckle from his throat. “You can’t beat them, you have to join them.”

“I would rather avoid them altogether,” She grumbles, huffing again and he presses his lips together to keep himself from laughing again. “But, I didn’t come over here to complain about the driving culture of our city.”

“No?”

“No,” She says, laughing softly. “I know you’re very fond of your cab here, but usually after we close up, I go for a walk through this park.”

“A walk?”

“Yes, and I was wondering if you’d like to join me?”

“You want me to…go with you? On your walk?”

“Yes. You ask a lot of questions.”

“I— well I have to drive Mr. Fletcher home.”

“I can wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll be just over there at my car,” She points to an old blue truck, it’s rusty and clearly on its last leg.

He’ll have to go on this walk with her now, even if it’s just to convince her to get rid of that goddamn death trap. The thought of her behind the wheel of that truck makes him shudder. He’ll offer to drive her anywhere she needs to go if it means she won't ever have to drive it again.

“Alright,” He says nervously, but the tightness in his chest dissipates slightly at the sight of her triumphant smile.

She leans over, bumping his elbow with her own, “Cool, I’ll see you then.”

“See you then,” He murmurs too softly for her to hear as he watches her stroll back to her stand.

When Fletcher makes it back to Jake’s cab, he wastes no time.

“I told you all you had to do was talk to her,” He says knowingly, slipping into the backseat.

Jake doesn't respond to the old man as he continues to load his bags into the truck with haste, but his mouth twitches, eyes drifting over to where she's back up her stand. She waves, and Jake waves back, head buzzing with the sweetness of her.

Yes, he supposes the old man was right.

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#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x fem!reader #moonknight x reader #jake lockley #moonknight fanfiction #arson writes

[bluesylveon2]

A Chance Meeting

Summary: While running away from her set expectations, Yuu meets someone she did not expect.

Note: royal au (same universe as the Leona and Lilia fics), set after the Lilia fic but before the epilogue, mentioned Ray from Princess and the Frog, fluff, love at first sight, some prejudice, and Lilia Yuu/MC cameo (referred to as Lady Vanrouge)

Warning: not beta read and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 2.8k

Masterlist: here, Series Masterlist: here

The first time Yuu met Malleus, it felt like fate.

Yuu. daughter of a viscount in the City of Flowers, was exhausted. She had traveled long and far to Briar Valley for the king's 3-day birthday ball because her father insisted on her attending. Why? Being the unmarried woman Yuu was, her father used the party as an opportunity for her to meet other noblemen. He dragged her to meet different bachelors so that Yuu did not have time to eat something or even get a glance at the king. 

The girl plopped down on a bench in the middle of the castle's rose garden. She wanted nothing more than to think about anything but marriage when she would instead enjoy being in a new area. Yuu smiled as she eyed a nearby rose. The rose was not a vibrant red like the ones in the Queendom of Roses. Instead, they emitted a magical glow that made them unique to the ones from the Queendom. 

The sound of footsteps brought her out of her thoughts. 

"Oh, I did not think there would be people here."

Yuu turned, and her breath hitched. Standing a few feet away was a tall, regally dressed man with long jet-black hair slicked back to show a unique pattern on his head. The man's horns and green eyes stood out to Yuu the most. The man was definitely a fae. If his looks could not spell it out, the magical aura he emitted also did. 

"I'm sorry. I could move to another spot."

The man shook his head. "There is no need. Can I sit next to you?'

Yuu felt as if she should be intimidated, but she nodded anyways. She could feel his magical aura grow with each step he took until he sat beside her. The two sat in silence as Yuu stared at the roses, and the man looked up at the stars.

"So, what brings you to the royal garden?" The man asked with curiosity in his voice. 

Yuu sighed. "I just wanted some air. What about you?” 

"I wanted to go for a walk. The palace is peaceful at night.”

It is. I want to experience longer, but my father is trying to marry me off, so he brought me here to meet some bachelors." A small smile formed on her face. "The thing is, I want to marry for love. I also want to enjoy my time here, but that might not happen."

The man felt empathy for Yuu. “I understand what you are going through."

"Yeah. I just want to think about anything else but that."

There was a moment of silence until the man spoke. "Did you know the king loves gargoyles?"

Yuu blinked and immediately turned to the man. He only looked down at her with a calm expression. "Pardon?"

"The king loves gargoyles. That's why you see them all over the castle." The man pointed to different parts of the exterior where multiple gargoyles sat. Yuu was too focused on the roses before to notice how many there were. 

"That's really interesting."

"Indeed. Did you also know that it is not used for decoration but to move water from a roof and away from running down the side of the building."

"Really! Can you tell me more facts?" Yuu's eyes sparkled with interest. She did not expect her night to be spent talking about gargoyles, but she would choose that over potential husbands.

The man smiled for the first time that night. "Certainly, Lady-"

“Yuu. You can call me Yuu.”

"Yuu." The man tested the name on his tongue. "And you can call me whatever you want."

Yuu's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "You don't want to tell me your name."

The man chuckled. "I want to keep that a secret but don't worry. I have no ill intentions behind it. A nickname will suffice for now."

Yuu thought back to the books she read regarding fae and his type. None mentioned which species had big horns, so it was hard to tell. Still, she could not take her eyes off his horns.

"How about Tsunotarou?"

Tsutarou's eyes widened briefly until he genuinely laughed, causing Yuu to laugh. "What a peculiar name…Alright. I will take it, Yuu."

Yuu stopped laughing and smiled. Her eyes met Tsunotarou's green ones. "Now, will you tell me more facts?'

Tsunotarou felt something form in his chest. It was a warm and fuzzy feeling that he could not explain. Maybe Lilia knew something about it? "Certainly."

---

The next night they meet, Tsunotarou teleported to the garden. 

"Still running away from suitors?" 

Yuu's eyes widened with excitement, and she stood up. "Tsunotarou! Can you do that again?"

Tsunotarou blinked owlishly. "Do what again?"

"Teleport! When you do that, you leave behind firefly-like lights. They look like tiny stars."

Tsunotarou blinked, and then he smiled. "Alright. I will do it for you." A glow of green light emitted from his body, and he disappeared, leaving behind small sparkles of light. Tsunotarou reappeared, sitting at his spot on the bench. "Are you satisfied?"

Yuu grinned and sat down next to Tsunotarou. "Very." Her eyes gleamed like the stars she was looking at. "Before you came here, I was looking up at the stars. It's something I like to do at home."

"Really?" He joined Yuu in stargazing. "What do you like about them?"

"Do you see those two stars, the really bright ones?" Yuu pointed at two stars sitting diagonal to one another. Both stars shined brightly compared to the rest. "There is a legend in Port O'Bliss about a firefly who was in love with a firefly who was actually a star. The firefly stared at the star at night, professing his love, but he could never touch her. Almost like she was on another planet. The firefly made a wish to be with her. One day, his wish came true, and when you see two stars shining brightly at night, that is the firefly and his love." 

Tsunotarou felt the same feeling in his chest as he stared at Yuu. It was the same as the night before but more intense. "That is a beautiful story."

"I agree. So whenever I feel sad or alone, I look up at the stars and make a wish because I know those two fireflies are listening." Yuu turned to Tsunotarou with a smile on her face. Tsunotarou's heart skipped a beat. "You should do the same thing. We can do one now." She closed her eyes, brought her hands together, and whispered under her breath despite Tsunotarou's heightened hearing. The fae chose to stay quiet out of respect. 

Tsunotarou looked up at the stars again, deep in thought. He felt relaxed around this woman who was practically a stranger. He felt like he could let his guard down around her. The feeling from earlier had increased more, and the fae could not stop thinking about Yuu. Tomorrow was the last night of his party, and he knew what he needed to do. For now, under the witness of the firefly and his love, he would make a wish upon the star and to make Yuu's wish come true. 

---

The third time they met was on the dancefloor. 

"So I won last year's hunt with a…"

Yuu tuned out the next bachelor, her mind filled with thoughts of her friend Tsunotarou. Usually, it would be easy to slip away and go to the garden. Still, the bachelors must have read her mind because they were insistent on showing her off. Yuu wanted her torture to end and meet up with her friend. 

A trumpet silenced the chatter, and Yuu thanked the deity above for hearing her prayer. Her eyes landed on two young men, one with green hair and one with silver hair, entering the balcony. Their eyes scanned the crowd before the green-haired man cleared his throat. Another man with black and pink hair walked in front of them.

"Hello, everyone! I hope that you are having fun tonight. I know I am!" The man laughed, and everyone joined him. "But this is not about me. Tonight is about our king, who finally wants to show himself. So make sure to give him lots of birthday wishes. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you King Malleus Draconia!"

Yuu felt her breath hitch as a familiar head of black hair, striking green eyes, and horns walked out. She felt the world slow down as reality came crashing down. There, the king of Briar Valley was none other than Tsunotarou-

No. Malleus Draconia. 

Yuu felt horrified and heer heartbeat increase. How could she, a guest at this party, treat the king so casually? Why did he let her? Yuu looked around the room, only for her eyes to meet Malleus' staring straight at her. 

"I need to get some air." Yuu quickly said to her companion and ran off from the crowd. She let her feet carry her anywhere in the gigantic castle. Yuu stopped in a long hallway to catch her breath. She let her back rest against the wall and let her body slide down to the floor. Yuu hid her face in her dress as she reflected on the recent events.

Despite it being only two days, Yuu felt happy being around Malleus. Their interactions had no romantic intentions, but there was a connection, and the two clicked. Yuu felt her heart beat faster after making a new friend. Maybe, with more time, there could be something more.

Click Click

The sound of heels coming closer caused Yuu to pick her head up. Two beautiful fae women were heading her way. Both had disapproving looks on their faces. 

"Well, well. You must be the woman the king is fascinated with." One smirked, looking Yuu up and down.

"We heard that the king has been sneaking out a lot. Who knew he was meeting with a human? Why don't you go back to where you came from?" The other scoffed. 

Yuu felt a bad feeling in her chest. "What do you want?" she asked slowly. 

The first one sneered. "You are nothing but a magicless human. You don't deserve to stand next to Malleus."

Yuu felt annoyed. How dare these ladies come in and mock her for being a human! Malleus knew all along and was interested in her. "As if you are any better! You two don't know him like I do."

The second one rolled her eyes. "Maybe we do, maybe we don't, but that does not stop the fact that you are dirt under my shoe."

"What is going on here," A stern but motherly voice asked, causing the group to freeze. Yuu watched as another fae woman entered. She was beautiful like the other woman, and her aura reminded Yuu of the small fae with black and pink hair. 

"Lady Vanrouge!" The women curtsey, causing Yuu to join them despite not knowing the woman. "How are you today?"

Lady Vanrouge only stared at the group. "Fine, but you did not answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"W-we were just talking to our new friend, the human." One girl said nervously, but Lady Vanrouge did not buy it. She crossed her arms and stared at them icily. 

"Really? Then what was the part about the human being dirt under your shoe? Or what was the last thing?" She hummed as she tapped her chin with her finger, pretending to think, "Not worthy of standing next to the King?"

"B-but-"

The fae smiled with a mad glint in her eyes. It mirrored one that the infamous Lilia Vanrouge had with his soldiers, sending chills through the girl's spines. "No buts. Consider yourselves lucky you were not caught by my husband or my son, who, by the way, is a human. Despite that, I still love him, and I will love him as my son no matter what he is. He could be a worm for all I care about, and I will still love him.

Lady Vanrouge smirked evilly and waved the girls off with her hand in a "shoo" motion. "Now get out of my sight before I change my mind and act like my husband." The women squealed and immediately bolted out of the room, leaving Yuu and Lady Vanrouge alone. The fae turned to Yuu with a smile. Her eyes were now softer and had a motherly look to them. "Now, you must be the human I heard about."

"Was it anything bad?"

Lady Vanrouge laughed loudly. "Nonsense! I heard good things about you from my husband, who heard it all from the king. Come now. Why don't I walk you back to the party?"

"I appreciate that. Thank you." The two walked in silence until Yuu spoke up. "So the King talks about me?"

The woman smiled. "Yes, he has been talking about you since you met."

"Even though I am a human?"

"Does that change anything? Do you still want to be Malleus' friend after knowing he is a king?" Yuu shook her head. "See, so you should still be with him. I'm sure he is missing you already."

"Thank you, Lady Vanrouge."

The two made idle chit-chat as they headed to the door leading to the ballroom. As the fae woman opened the door, Yuu's eyes widened as she was face to face with Malleus himself.

"Tsunotarou.."

"Yuu…"

The two were so focused on each other that they failed to notice the shorter face staring at them. Lilia noticed how Malleus had a familiar expression on his face. It was the same one he had when he looked at his wife. Meanwhile, Yuu looked at Malleus like he was the brightest star in the sky. The short fae put the two on two together. He gave his wife a look to which she responded with her own. 

"Oh, this is my favorite song! Would you like to join me for a dance?" Lilia smirked at his wife. 

"Of course, my love." Lady Vanrouge walked to her husband and looped his arm around hers. Her eyes focused on Malleus. "Malleus, do you mind walking Yuu back to the party? I was going to do it, but you two have some things to sort through."

Malleus turned to the woman and nodded. "Yes, I will do that. You have fun. my Lady."

"You as well." The woman smiled and left with Lilia. Now that Yuu and Malleus were alone, the tension in the room increased. 

Malleus' regal stature relaxed, and he had a sad look. "I understand why you would run off, and I apologize. After my announcement, I planned to explain everything, but you were gone before I could get to you." Malleus said. For the king of Briar Valley, he looked like a kicked puppy. 

Yuu smiled sadly and gently grabbed Malleus' hand. "It just threw me off guard, and I apologize for running away. I should have talked to you instead."

Malleus smiled and pulled Yuu into a hug. "You are forgiven, Yuu. However, you owe me a dance. I still want to have my first dance of the night with you."

Yuu smiled and nodded. “I will be honored, but we must reintroduce ourselves first.”

"Of course." Malleus picked up one of Yuu's hands and kissed her knuckles. "I am Malleus Draconia, King of Briar Valley.” He looked at her with a gentle smile. “But you can call me Tsunotarou.” 

Yuu curtsied to Malleus. “You can call me Yuu, a lady from the City of Flowers.”

“Well, Yuu.” Malleus held a hand out to Yuu. “Would you do me the honor of joining me in my first dance?”

Yuu placed her hand on his and looked at Malleus confidently. “Of course.”

Unexpectedly, Malleus leaned down and pressed a feather-like kiss on Yuu’s forehead. “You deserve to spend the rest of the night treated like a princess."

That night, both Yuu and Malleus' wishes came true. Meanwhile, in the night sky, the firefly and his love's light enveloped the couple through the windows as they danced through the night. 

---

Later that night, in Silver's room.

"Sebek, do you think your parents would love you if you were a worm?"

After spending years with Silver hosting the sleepovers, Sebek had heard many weird things coming out of Silver's mouth. The half-fae shifted in his spot next to Silver and stared at him with a "wtf" face. "Silver, you are speaking nonsense. Go to sleep." Sebek huffed and turned around to face away from Silver.

Silver only stared up at the ceiling contemplating the question. He had no idea why, but it came to him randomly during the party. He had spent all night pondering on it. It may be something his parents would know. Speaking of- 

"I think my parents would."

"Go to sleep, Silver!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #malleus draconia

[ohallthecrushes]

"Cupcake"

A/N: I decided I'm not back at writing, I'm just going to write sometimes. It puts less pressure on me, therefore it's easier for me to sit and write. If that makes sense. xd it's my first try with The Sandman series and this is a comedy scene my brain has imagined.

Summary: Reader and Morpheus are together, but it's the beginning of their relationship. She accidentally calls him pet name for the first time ever and it gets very awkward very quickly.

You were sitting in a library surrounded by old tomes and ancient text. Focused on a book in front of you, you were trying to figure out what it said. A pen was shifted between your fingers before it hit a paper and you wrote down the first line of a spell in your notebook. It was important not to make a mistake in translation. One word wrong and you could accidentally turn someone into a frog... or worse.

Luckily for you Morpheus was there beside you willing to help you decipher the archaic language that had been used in that book. One line after another the spell was getting more and more clearer. You smirked to yourself as you were writing down another line. You almost had it all, including most of the ingredients.

The pen parted from the paper as you looked at the book. Morpheus leaned closer to you to show you that one letter was changing meaning of the whole sentence. His long finger tapped softly on the text in front of you. You had no doubt that without Morpheus' help, you would have spent all night here getting frustrated and tired.

"... combines with this word, changing its meaning"

You nodded.

"No wonder ancient spells are that tricky, the language is very complex. Nowadays spells are simple - you just need to find words that rhyme." You joked as you glanced at Morpheus.

"I'm quite sure it's more than just that." He replied with a serious tone.

"I was joking..." you said as you smiled playfully. "Of course it's more than a good rhyme that makes a spell."

Morpheus didn't always get your sense of humour, but you didn't mind explaining to him your jokes or telling him when you were being sarcastic. It would take time before he sensed your joking manner and before you got his more subtle sense of humour. After all you were still getting to know each other.

As you were writing down the last things on the list of ingredients, you started to wonder what would you do with all the time you saved because of Morpheus help. Perhaps you could take him to go for a stroll in the Dreaming garden and lay down under a tree or you could go visit the amphitheatre or stay in the library and talk for hours... There were endless possibilities and it was never boring with your lover by your side. You knew that whatever you'd decide to do tonight didn't matter as long as it was you and Morpheus.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize that Morpheus noticed that your mind had wandered somewhere else.

"Perhaps you shall pay more attention to your notes Y/N..." His dreamy voice caught your attention. "...you wouldn't want to unintentionally create a wrong spell."

"No, I would definy not, Cupcake..." You replied half absent-minded as you tried to focus on your notes to quickly finish the translation.

The thing was... Thinking about your date with Morpheus had distracted you already and it was hard not to let your mind wander where tonight's events could lead you. Even though his voice drew your attention, your mind was half here, half somewhere... else, and it took a second or two before you realized what had just left your mouth.

"Cupcake?" Morpheus arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the unexpected nickname.

Awkward silence filled the room. Your eyes widened, and you immediately regretted the slip of your tongue.

Oh god you thought. Did I just call Lord Morpheus a Cupcake?! The powerful lord of dreams and nightmares, neon years old a... cupcake? And he heard that?!

You didn't know what to say, you definitely weren't that close to use pet names, and considering his reserved and dignified demeanor, you wondered if he felt offended.

"What?" That's all your mouth managed to say as you turned your head to look at him.

"I believe you called me a dessert." He maintained his composure, but a hint of amusement appeared behind his voice.

"Uh, I... I didn't mean... I just... it just slipped out. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... call you that." You stammered embarrassed as your eyes fixed on the book.

"I see..." He listened as you fumbled to explain yourself. A mixture of surprise and amusement swirled like the ethereal mist of dreams in his mind. His expression softened ever so slightly, the corners of his lips hinting at a rare trace of amusement.

"Yeah, it's just a pet name..." You tried to recover. "A playful one."

You couldn't look him in the eye, feeling embarrassed by your unintentional slip-up. It was awkward.

"I understand, it's merely a... surprising choice of endearment." He replied.

You blushed. You cleared your throat, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

"So... About the ingredients..."

"Indeed." He agreed. "Let us focus on the matter at hand..."

#the sandman #morpheus #sandman x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman fanfiction

[spaceagebachelormann]

Hi! Was wondering if I could request headcanons about what It'd be like to be best friends with either Percy Jackson or Leo Valdez? If possible gn or m reader, thank you!

BEING THEIR BEST FRIEND - PERCY JACKSON AND LEO VALDEZ

  ੈ✩‧₊˚ FANDOM: riordanverse

  ੈ✩‧₊˚ FORMAT: headcanon

  ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: swearing, angst because i can’t help myself, ttc spoilers, tlo spoilers, tlh spoilers, moa spoilers, hoh spoilers, boo spoilers, toa spoilers

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୨⎯ percy jackson⎯୧

oh my

so you guys probably met at camp half blood during his first year

he was NOT having a good day and you just came and sat beside him and started rambling about random shit

and he was like “okay….”

after that you randomly came up and started talking to eachother

and soon you were inseparable

you get invited on quests with him!!

they let you come as a 4th person for emotional support

he forces you to eat blue food

once you meet sally blue food is all you eat

speaking of sally she loves you

istg she’s atleast once referred to you as her other child

she’s really glad you came up to percy and started rambling about anything and everything because now he has lots of friends

do NOT blame yourself for what happened to bianca and zoë, even if it WAS your fault, or he will shove blue pancakes down your throat until you agree that it wasn’t your fault

also i have a headcanon that bianca and percy were best friends so you three have your own little trio until she dies

if you got hurt during the battle of manhattan (in the first series) my guy would be going insane

demanding to know what happened

anyway then he goes missing and now your going insane trying to figure out what happened

while he’s gone you become good friends with leo and come with them on their quest as a distraction to the fear you feel every minute of everyday of not knowing if your best friend is okay

when you guys find him you laugh while annabeth judo flips him

then judo flip him yourself

you and annabeth are a platonic power couple

BONUS 1:

Y/N, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Percy, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Annabeth: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Y/N: playing systemic oppression

i feel like if you’re part of the 7 he’d be a bit annoyed because he knows being part of a prophecy like that means you’re gonna get hurt a lot

but like he can’t stop you from coming along because you’re in a prophecy

it’s impossible (probably)

THE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS WHEN HE FALLS INTO TARTARUS WITH ANNABETH

YOUR BSF COULD BE DEAD

HOW ARE YOU EXPECTED NOT TO PANIC

when they get out okay you and him go for like a night in the city to catch up cause you’ve both been busy

it was… chaotic

so for dramatic affect let’s say gaea destroyed your house so you have no place to stay and he’s like “you can live with me!!!”

you do then lester shows up and you terrify him with your… well your everything basically

if percabeth has kids your probably the wine aunt/uncle/relative

you go to the same high school

and take almost all the same classes

HE WILL NEVER TAKE MATH OR ENGLISH EVER AGAIN

you randomly storm into eachothers classes to tell eachother the most random things

“PERCY LOOK I FOUND A FROG”

“THATS SO COOL WHATS ITS NAME”

the chaos that you two would cause accidentally

you buy recorders together and annoy EVERYONE

annabeth breaks them eventually

in conclusion: being percys best friend is: chaotic, fun, and also dangerous. he’s protective but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing because like he’d fight for you if anything were to happen

10/10 best friend would recommend

BONUS 2:

Percy: it’s dark in here

Y/N: don’t worry i got this

Y/N: *stomps feet*

Y/N: *sketchers light up*

୨⎯ leo valdez ⎯୧

for my own sake i’m gonna say you met at the boarding school

you, jason, leo, and piper were all VERYYYY good friends

you had your own little squad

you were closest with leo though because of your energy matching

anyway when the whole thing at the grand canyon happens you two are tryna work together to do whatever you can

spoiler warning: IT DIDNT WORK

you tried okay

when the chariot crashes at chb you’re both like “wtf”

you probably pointed out the thing above his head

when he learns he can do fire powers you guys have fires every week where you make s’mores and yell at people from afar

funniest duo

probably forbids you to do random stuff

if you’re part of the 7 hes probably happy because:

a) HES GOING ON A QUEST WITH HIS BESTFRIEND

b) you can do your pranks together and make everyone angry at you

so help me god if you fall into tartarus with percy and annabeth he will jump in after you

no he tries but jason doesn’t let him

if you don’t fall in but are restless and worried after he’ll stay by you the whole time

even though your kinda freaking him out he’s not gonna leave you like this

when they come back alright hes so happy to see your tense shoulders relax and you fall asleep easily that night

OH ALSO PLATONIC FLIRTING

you’d probably propose at restaurants to get free food

or if someone’s bothering you or him the other will come and flirt and act like your/his partner to scare them away

i’m pretty sure leo has canonically read the hunger games so he rants to you about it while sobbing his eyes out

WHEN HE HAS TO DIE IN BOO HE AVOIDS YOU FOR AWHILE AS TO NOT GET ATTACHED TO YOU FURTHER

when you find out what’s he’s gonna do it’s too late and he’s already gone 😨😨

another 6 restless months

you lose hope then your sibling comes in and says “HES BACK”

you judo flip his ass so hard

then you meet calypso and become friends with her too

she’s like you and leo’s gaurdian

BONUS 1:

*Y/N and Leo sitting together in jail*

Leo: so who should we call

Y/N: i’d call calypso but i feel safer in jail

comforting eachother after jason dies

okay back to the not sad stuff

BONUS 2:

Y/N: *holding perfume bottle* is this whiskey or perfume?

Leo: *chugs entire bottle*

Leo: it’s perfume

#mars writing 🧈 #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez #percy jackson

[corrodedcoughin]

Just a little one this time :)

Au where Eddie is a youtuber and does one of those "boyfriend vs best friend, who knows me better" quizzes so he has an excuse to create content and hang out with two of his fav people at the same time

It's a video with Eddie sitting in between Steve and Gareth, all of them laughing and joking and answering questions. They're getting competitive but they're all friends so they know not to take it too seriously.

And then at the end Steve and Gareth tie, so Eddie  finds his tiebreaker question and while they wait Steve and Gareth chat. "Has Eddie ever done X with you?" Or "Remember when he did Y?" Sort of stuff

And then it ends with all of them forgetting about the quiz as they team up to roast Eddie mercilessly.

Eddie is acting all dramatic (of course), how he didn't organize this just to be put on blast and Gareth reminds Eddie it could have been worse - Wayne could've been here. Because that man has some STORIES about Eddie

ohohohhehehe OHOH!!!! OHH!!!! I think you have just become my favourite person. GARETH CONTENT??? IN MY INBOX??? and gareth and steve against eddie??? Momo, I could WEEP. the mention of Wayne??? this is hitting ALL my interests.

Eddie getting comments like 'so nice of steve and gareth to let eddie on their channel' 'wonder if eddie feels awkward third wheeling steve and gareth' and eddie commenting on every single one just a sad face and a broken heart emoji.

Steve and Gareth putting a video up on April Fools' day of just them two saying they are taking over the channel as a commentary/reaction channel to eddie and its just them watching eddie's old videos and going on tangents of stories they have about him.

It becomes a yearly tradition and one year they actually do get Wayne to come on and the both of them are crying laughing at the stories he's telling about Eddie (including but not limited to; eddie's first time coming home drunk ft the ducks that accidentally imprinted on him, eddie getting passionately into frogs and demanding Wayne call him various Latin frog names/not responding to 'eddie' and the time eddie 'accidentally' got involved in a line dancing group that he maybe possibly still goes to)

#MOMO!!!! #you have no idea what this means to me #GARETH AND WAYNE IN MY INBOX MY BELOVED #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #ask