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persage · 1 year

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My Best Gift - S. HARRINGTON

I wanted to post it on Christmas - yes, it's a silly fluffy Christmas story- but it was a busy time and now here we are a little late but I still hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Steve is resigned to spend Christmas alone. He certainly doesn't imagine that Robin has planned a surprise for him, much less seeing someone he honestly believed he would never see again and that he misses more than he cares to admit.

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Tags: none, just some Fluff I needed on Christmas time. It's silly but I promise it's cute

Steve Harrington is ready to spend a serene and peaceful Christmas, just him, his father's good whiskey and a good action movie. A calm evening, for the first time in a long time without family dramas, parents in quarrels, embarrassing silences or equally embarrassing reproaches. Also without Nancy and her family, but Steve prefers not to think about it. With them he spent the first happy Christmas with a family of his entire life, then he just lost them. Being alone on Christmas day is not sad and it is not pathetic and he has no intention of indulging in excessive thinking, he will enjoy the peace like a grown man.

Like a Harrington.

After wishing Dustin and Rob and everyone else happy holidays, reassuring an unspecified number of people that "No, I won't be alone", giving Robin and the kids his presents, now Steve clutches the remote in his hands and think back to Joyce Byers' unexpected invitation and the way in which for a moment, just one, he has risked calling her mom. He feels pathetic now.

Dinner time approaches, but he has no desire to start cooking, so he shrugs, concentrating on the colorful images that pass before him on TV. He takes a gulp of warm alcohol down his throat, which burns like pure fire and he is about to light a cigarette when the doorbell rings and for a moment he lets himself be taken by the stupid fantasy that it could be his parents, that they have come home to surprise him and he runs towards the door without even realizing it, like a child who hopes to be able to see Santa. His heart sinks into an abyss, a dark place that he didn't even know he owned, when opening the door he finds nothing but darkness and silence waiting for him. He wants to cry to be honest, like a stupid little boy.

But before he can slam the door as hard as he is able, Robin's face peeks out. He doesn't have the chance to say anything because a pair of arms tighten around his neck and he immediately catches a scent that he knows well and calms him down. "Dingus!" Robin exclaimes happily, pulling away.

"Rob? What are you doing here? I thought... "

"Did you really think we'd let you celebrate Christmas alone?"

He raises his eyebrows in defiance, spreading his arms to make room for a series of all too familiar heads and faces and this time Steve has to use all his strength not to be moved and start crying for real, because his real family is here and for the first time he is not alone."Merry Christmas Steve" Nancy says, making her way with Jonathan, a turkey in her hands. She places a kiss on Steve's cheek standing up on her toes and Jonathan squeezes his shoulder and after all that has happened this is enough for him to know that everything is okay, that they are friends, that they can be together without embarrassment or resentment.

"I'll put this in the kitchen" she shouts, smiling at him. Steve lets his gaze slide over Robin, her open jacket, her red sweater and a Christmas hat identical to Max's one, who wears it with a much less happy expression than Buckley. Envelopes of every shape and color protrude from her feet.

"What are you waiting? Will you let us in?" Dustin asks, in a fake annoyed tone, actually smiling to the point that Steve fears his cheeks might come off.

"And your families?" He asks shyly, still fearful that now they might leave again. They enter the house one by one, greeting him, some with a nod, some with a hug. "They'll understand" Max replies, trying not to show satisfaction in seeing Steve so excited.

"You don't get rid of us, man." Lucas continues, bypassing him and entering the house, where Nancy is already beginning to dictate orders. One by one Dustin, Robin, Max and Lucas, even Will, Mike (who would rather be anywhere else) and El file past him. He can't deny it, this is a surprise, more like a Christmas miracle... And for a moment he feels different, lighter, more carefree. Steve Harrington feels happy. He is not used to that feeling during Cristhmas. He looks down at the ground and shakes his head, unable, however, to stop smiling. When he thinks that parade of his people is over and that there are no more intruders to let into the house, he gently pushes the door with a wave of his arm, and turns towards the living room. Before he hears the door close, however, he senses someone coughing lightly, and a voice comes clear and distinct.

"You won't let me in?"

Steve's eyes widen, because he's sure he knows who this voice belongs to and up until now he's been sure he won't be hearing it again any time soon. His breath catches in his chest. In a second he turns back towards the entrance, where the toe of a black shoes block the door from closing.

"Y/n?" He mumbles before meeting your face again. He hurries to open the door all the way back and immediately freezes to the spot. In front of him, wrapped in a black coat, hair scattered around your face and eyes brighter than the stars exactly as he remembered them, you star at him with a faintly hinted smile on your face.

"Oh my god y/n" his voice shakes more than he wants to, so he fakes a a cough, while Robin looks at him knowingly and a sly smile. You star at him for a few more moments, just a fraction of a second, before dropping the envelope and purse on the floor and throwing yourself into his arms. After all it's been a while since you last saw him, before your parents forced you to leave Hawkins and move.

Hardest experience of your life.

You still remember the day of departure, passing in front of your friends' houses, you have flooded your clothes with tears and thought about everything you left behind and the things you never had the courage to say and do. And all these things are now here, in front of you and they are looking at you with the biggest eyes in the world.

Incredulous.

Because Steve Harrington has always been your biggest regret and your only desire.

"Steve." You sigh against his skin, so happy to finally be here that you almost shiver. When Robin Buckley has called you to ask you to join her in Hawkins, she really thought you couldn't do it, given the short time in which she had organized the surprise for Steve. "You'll be his Christmas present!" And you had thought of a joke and you had anxiety until you had Robin in front of you and she smiled and embraced you happily, as if your presence could really be a gift. Yet here you are, with the boy you thought you hated so much as a child, only to discover that you felt everything for him except hate, that never really felt anything but love.

"What... What are you doing here? You should... Be on the other side of the world. I haven't seen you in..." He strokes your hair lightly, then he grabs your face in his big hands and squeezes it tightly to check if you are real. "One Year and Three Months Stevie" And after saying that he squeezes it a little tighter, because he probably just realizes right now how much time has actually passed. You are one of the things Steve tries not to think about, filed away in a corner of his heart where your absence can't hurt him. You wrote to each other in the beginning, even quite often, but then it just became too difficult. He moves away a little, just enough to look you in the eye, and none of you try to hide the surprise and the smiles. Somewhere deep down there are regret and the fear too.

"You are... Changed." he says, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You've gotten slightly taller and your cheeks have taken on color and are fuller than the last time he saw you, when the upside-down chores were slowly draining you. You seem healthier, calmer and happier, safer than you will ever be here. With him.

"You too Harrington look...Grown up. A man"

He doesn't answer and you continue. "I guess being a hero makes you grow up fast" You burst into a nervous laugh and look down at the toes of your boots.

"Sorry, it's just that... I'm nervous" He shakes his head.

"Don't be y/n, this is still your home." You observe him, the words get caught on your tongue, stumble and never come out right.

I love you. I miss you. I wished I was here.

And instead all you can say is "I know things have happened...Bad. Difficult. I.." Steve closes his eyes, trying to erase the images of StarCourt, of the Russians, of Billy. Hopper. You have lost so many things but honestly he is happy about it. When he opens them you're watching him worried, his fingers reach your cheek again, gently brushing it

"Yes but I'm glad you weren't there. I prefer to know you're safe"

You smile, softly, placing your hand on his still firm on your skin. You're about to reply that you wish you were here just to keep him safe but Dustin's voice cuts you off.

"Lovebirds, would you do us the favor of coming here?" Stepping back, he coughs lightly as a blush spreads across his cheeks. "Come on, before someone destroys my house." He leans in towards you, reaching out to close the door behind you, and for a tiny instant, you were numb by the scent of him. The moment soon vanishes as he takes you by the hand and leads you to the room where all the voices come from.

"Steve, you haven't even decorated the tree!"

Nancy says shocked. When her eyes lock on your clasped hands, she just smiles at you sweetly.

"It's not like I exactly expected to spend Christmas like this." He tries to justify himself, earning a series of insults and "You're terrible!" from the rest of the company. "As if you mind," Dustin teases. "I'm the one who minds being here actually" Mike mutters slyly.

An hour later Steve is leaning over the dining table, a glass of white wine in his hands and watches as Lucas and Will attempt to scramble over each other to position the three topper. Robin and Jonathan burst into laugh after noticing they brought the same kind of decorations. You and El are trying in every way to whiten the tips of the tree to simulate snow. Right now, while looking at his friends, Steve again perceives this feeling: pure joy. It's has nothing to do with food, gifts or Christmas lights.

It is more a warmth, something that objects can't bring people. He feels it again, this damned wonderful overwhelming happiness, when, having puffed and abandoned the hard work you've been doing, you look up at him and smile at him from across the hall.

You are here.

You're here, for real and Steve already feels the pain of having to let you go again. But you're here and he can hold you, kiss your hair, talk to you. It's the best gift ever. He still remembers so distinctly the moment he met you, you were just a little thing, so small you looked like a doll running around the garden of his house and rolling with him among the flowers that his mother cared for more than her own son and Steve hated to death. He remembers your little hand hanging a drawing of the two of you on his bedroom wall. He rembers you throwing your head back and laughing by the sea when Tommy and Carol dragged you for a weekend away from the city routine and then you hiding your tears at Barbara Holland's funeral, trying to be strong and breaking down anyway, shattered in front of an empty coffin, devoured by guilt. There is no memory of his childhood or adolescence that does not involve you, or that he cannot be traced back to you. Even after your departure in every memory you are, a distant thought. Now that you're here everything seems to be back exactly as before. And even if he doesn't even know what heaven is, Steve Harrington feels very close to it. The dinner is not as perfect as Robin planned it, but no less exciting. As she studies her best friend sitting next to you, she still can't believe she haa managed to bring you home. You laugh with Nance and Jonathan. Dustin, Will and the boys are chatting across the table. Robin feels like a little girl waiting for her presents and always leaving a plate of cookies and a glass of milk by the fireplace.

In the imperfection of her life and the difficulties that her family has to face, she has managed to do something great for Steve and this is the most precious gift in the world. If everything they've been through has brought them here, Robin is ready to face it all again. There is nothing she could want more then her dingus being in peace. You wake up abruptly, still upside down from the jet leg, in the living room, lit only by the tree surrounded by colored lights.

You must have collapsed just a few hours ago, curled up on Steve's couch - specifically next to him, surrounded by his perfume - and now you see your friends curled up in their sleeping bags scattered around the room, each too tired to even notice they're asleep on the floor. Shifting the blanket someone must have wrapped you in after you fell asleep, you decide to use it to cover Max, lying on the other side of the sofa clutching one of the large pillows to her chest, her hand left dangling down to where Lucas promptly reached out to squeeze it . With all the delicacy of which you are capable, you place your feet on the floor and try to get around the various sleeping bags scattered along the room. Luckily, you manage to make it to the kitchen without waking anyone – not that they could have woken up anyway – but noticing a light on.

Before you can even think anything, your eyes met the figure of Steve who has his back at you, wrapped in a burgundy sweatshirt and wearing a pair of shorts. You've missed seeing him so calm, so relaxed. You just missed him to tell the truth, more than you expected.

"What are you doing up?" You ask in a low voice, leaning an arm against the counter and waiting for him to turn around.When he does, he runs a hand through his messy hair and smiles at you.

"I can't sleep" he explains to you, placing a cup on the counter. You catch the movement and narrow your eyes. "By chance is that...?"

"You caught me." He raises his hands in surrender.

"Hot chocolate. Oh, God... You shouldn't have done it without me it's pur thing Steve!" You scold him, silently approaching and trying to suppress a grin. Chocolate has always been their ritual during the endless study afternoons, spent doing everything but study.

"I am sorry... "

"Now, my dear Harrington, I shall be forced to take serious measures."

You threaten. Before he can do anything, you've gotten very close and managed to grab onto his hips. You begin to tickle him when he tries to move, but you're faster and let your hands slide under the sweatshirt, on the abdomen and Steve is shaken by a series of irrepressible laughter. "I give up, I give up!" He almost screams, grabbing your wrists and finally managing to stop you.

"What do you have to say in your defense?" You lift your chin to him, closer than you've ever been all evening, and your smile fades as you notice Steve's eyes roaming over your lips tracing them with his gaze. Just do it. Please . But don't speak, in fact your breath catches in your chest. Everything is exactly like in the good old days.

Immediately he releases your wrists.

"Steve" You mumble confused by whatever is going on, this is enough to bring him back from the trance he seems to have fallen into. Steve turns and leans towards the top right locker where he keeps his cups, with his back to you. "A cup of hot chocolate on the way." He mutters, you try to suppress the sigh you feel growing in the center of her chest. "I missed you, you know?" You confess with a half smile, going to sit on the opposite counter, continuing to observe his back. It's nothing new, you know what there is between you, affection, Devotion but sometimes it's feels like it could be so much more it actually hurts.

"I would have liked to keep in touch, to contact you more often..." He starts.

" I know it. It looked wrong. ridiculous. I get it, really." you interrupt him. He still won't look at you. "I'm glad you're okay." You continue."I'm glad you're okay too. Thank God you are safe. I would die if everything ever happens to you Steve." Only now he turns around, hitting you with the intensity of his gaze "I missed you too. You don't know how much, princess" As soon as you hear that nickname, that stupid nickname he gave you years and years ago, your heart skips a beat. And you blame the memories, you blame Christmas and the distance, for what you do afterwards. While Steve walks up to you carrying the hot cup, it's easy to take it out of his hand and place it behind you. It's easy to grab hold of his fingers that you know as your own and bring him close, just as it's easy to stare at him from below without letting go. The easiest thing, however, is to close your eyes. Close your eyes and wait, as you have done since you were twelve, when you finally understood that there is no person in the world more similar to you, more suited to you than stupid Steve Harrington. And that's why, in the end, you fell in love with him hard.

The long-awaited kiss reaches you, the only light that remains is the sensation of this moment, imperfect as it has always been between you two, but nothing less than exceptional. You sense the initial awkwardness, which, of course, has nothing to do with inexperience– Steve seems born to kiss ypu and make it seem like the simplest thing in the whole universe. It's an embarrassment that says "you've been my best friend since before I even remotely looked like a girl, but now you want me and I want you and here we are" and likewise you feel it fade, giving way to an ease you haven't felt with anyone else.

The romantic side of your mind suggests it's because he knows you better than any other guy.

Steve, who has leaned over your legs stretching his neck towards your face as if a natural thing, moves his left hand towards his side, and only now you suddenly realize you want him closer, you need him. Therefore you surround his waist with your legs and cling to the collar of his sweatshirt, devouring his mouth in a need that has been ignited since he held you in his arms in front of the door. Despite the desire, however, you are this is Steve you are kissing now and you must know what the hell it means to him before doing something you could regret. In the same moment in which Steve starts to move away slightly, you do it too and finally open your eyes.

"I wish I hadn't waited a year to be able to do it." He whispers softly, letting the fingers of his right hand get lost behind your neck, in your soft hair. And it's enough for you, for him and for everything you've never said.

For now, that's enough.

"You've always been slow Harrington"you scold him, trying with all your strength not to smile at him, "Give me a good reason to stay Steve" He leans down once more to kiss you.This time, you both smile.

This time you will never leave.

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midnightblues444 · 1 year

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Tokyo Revengers; as tropes

Cast list: Draken, Ran Haitiani,wakasa + shinichiro and Mitsuya Takashi

Notes: first work yay!! Fem reader

Content warnings: suggestive, brief harrassment, love triangle(but there's no choice), weed consumption

Draken

childhood friends to strangers to lovers

The first time you ever spoke to Draken you challenged him to a race, claiming that your shoes gave you super speed. To test this theory the two of you ran around the brothels makeshift daycare until your little legs gave out, panting and debating who was the winner. From then on you became a formidable duo; fighting and going on adventures was daily routine . Inseparable was the only way to describe you two, and with age you only grew closer.

Until the day you left Tokyo. You stared at your life long friend with matching tears staining your cheeks. You never wanted to let him go, even when your parents called, you hugged him tighter. You both whispered promises of never losing touch,before you gently kiss his cheek after you're finally forced to let go.

Those promises were lost as the years went by but now you stare at the man across the hall of your new apartment. You thought it would be impossible for him to grow any taller but here he is, giant with dark strands hanging loosly in front of his face, big arms dropping his grocery bags ."ken ken?" The nickname compels him to start moving, like he's wearing super speed shoes. In only a few long strides he's scooping you into his arms. The familiarity of him alone almost makes you forget that's it's been 10 years.

Ran

Second chance romance (cw, brief harrassment, cursing)

Ran Haitaini hated parties, he hated how late and tiring they were. Which is funny because he now co owns a nightclub, and with that title its apparently etiquette for him to attend the big new years event. He leans on the balcony overlooking the dance floor,sipping lazily at the drink in his hand. From there he has a clear view of the party, he can spot Sanzu dancing like a maniac and Kokonoi obviously turning a party into a business venture.

Ran almost thinks he hallucinating when hes sees you. Of course you came tonight, run ins with each other have become very frequent as of late. And fuck,do you look gorgeous. He cant help but notice your making way to the exit and a not so friendly looking gentlemen is staggering after you. Its Rans instinct to go after you.

And thank god he did, because when he reaches you, there you were telling the creep to fuck off. "Cmonnnn dolllll" the man slurs. But before the guy can get closer, Ran pulls him back by the collar and lands a fist right in his face. It doesn't take much for the asshole to start running.

You look at the guy then at Ran. "Why did you do that Haitaini" you scowl. "force of habit I guess, besides this time it was necessary" he admits. He knows you hated when he threw himself into fights especially on your behalf. You take his hand, gently running your fingers on his bruised knuckles, letting out a sigh.

"C'mon I have bandages in my car" you say as you drag him to your car. Ran cant help but feel nostalgic, him being hurt and you pretending to hate fixing him up. He thinks just for a brief moment this how things are supposed to be.

Shinichiro and wakasa

love triangle

You had met wakasa a while back when he still ran with his own gang Kodo Rengo, the night he watched your band perform at some random club, he was mesmerized by your rockstar mystique and found you back stage. The two of you shared moment, pleasantly spending the whole night together. But once he drove you home, you never saw him again. You thought about him constantly, catching yourself searching for him in the crowds of your shows.

Until you saw him again, this time through the sweet boy from your math class. When Shinchiro introduced you guys, it was wordlessly agreed not to mention how you already knew each other. Shinchiro was sweet, and would drive you home from school daily. You couldn't help but feel a bit giddy around him as time passed, but you couldn't shake your feelings for wakasa.

The more you spent time with each of them you felt your confusion run deeper and deeper. Until one drunken night you found yourself playing truth or drink with the gang. During your turn you were asked: who do you want to fuck in this room?

Your eyes widen as you look between the two, who stare at you,their gazes are piercing and almost daring you to choose one of them in this very moment.

You tilt your head back gulping down your drink thinking you dodged a bullet. It wasnt until it was just you three left did wakasa push for an answer .

Mitsuya

strangers to fwb to lovers (cw, smoking weed lol, suggestive)

Mitsuya was a workaholic through and through. Spending countless hours in his studio, even sleeping there on occasion. Hakkai was worried, just like any friend would be. He then decided to force him to have fun and distract him from his work so he invited him to a house party.

At some point in the night, Hakkai had disappeared with one of his model friends. Leaving mitsuya to wander aimlessly through the home in search of a break from the headache inducing pop music.

Finally finding a room (that wasn't occupied by Busy guests). He wasnt suprised when the familiar scent of weed filled the space. There you were on the floor, taking a drag of the blunt between your fingers. You turned to him with a dazed grin, wordlessly inviting him to come in.

The two of you ended up smoking and talking about whatever shit came to your clouded minds. Inching closer and closer until you crawled into his lap. Giggling when you were right in his face, the heat of the kiss that followed made the room spin. Your hands gently tugging his hair . His hands on your waist guiding you as you rock back and forth on his crotch. Groaning into your mouth, you could taste the weed on his tongue.

When you pulled away breathless. While he was kissing at your neck and exposed chest he whispered six simple words.

"Wanna come back to my place?"

#draken x reader #mitsuya smut #mitsuya x reader #shinchiro x reader #wakasa x reader #tokyorev x reader #ran x reader #draken fluff #ran fluff #tokyorev headcanons #tr wakasa #wakasa x you #tokyorev x you #shinichiro fluff #shinichiro smut #wakasa smut

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 8 months

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Free pass for anything you feel like writing

Only one post today. Not sure what's wrong with me rn. But this week is a lot and if I'm not too tired to function I'm crying. So. I tried. Hopefully I can get a good sleep and get back on track

"You wanted to see me Father?" you ask, hovering near the door to his office. A space where you don't want to go. It's dark. And the snarling tiger head on the wall scares you- and makes you feel sad.

"There's my girl," he said waving you in. His smile doesn't reach his eyes. But when he pulls you into a too tight hug and slaps you on the back to hard- you don't want him to stop. You can't remember the last time someone hugged you. Even if it's for show.

"I missed you father," you tell him. You don't mean that either. You miss school. And your cozy little room. You made the quilt that's on your bed- even if it's a little wonky it's warm. And you got to pick your colors.

He lets you go and gestures for you to sit. Taking his chair again, "Your mother tells me your grades were top of the class."

"Thank you-"

"That wasn't praise," he said sternly. "You should be smart but not too smart."

"Father I-"

"I'm sure you expect to go to college."

"I would like to," you admit. "I enjoy my classes and-"

"For science? Math?" he asked archly. And you know this is a trap somehow. You understood science but it bored you- if you said the wrong thing well- it was anyone's guess.

"I really like my art classes and Languages are-"

'Fine fine," he said, mollified. "Just make sure you don't spend so much time on your studies that you don't make friends."

"Yes, Father," you tell him obediently. And when he dismisses you with a grunt and a wave, you flee. Before you can look at the tiger. Or the cigar smoke can cling to your clothes.

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"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

Bruce draped his jacket around your shoulders and moved closer to you to block the wind. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," you answer. Giving him a trembling smile, fighting the urge to move closer. You can feel the warmth of him and having the bulk right behind you- even if it's Bruce you feel better.

"I didn't realize you had a history with so many people," Bruce said. "Here I thought you were too busy working."

"I just wanted a friend," you murmur. "I was so alone and I knew what they all said about me. And then after- after I let that boy kiss me and-" You break off with a shiver and take a shaky breath.

And Bruce can't help it. He'd seen the woman. Even if he hadn't heard what you said to her- everyone heard her call you a whore. Which was laughable, honestly. So he wrapped his arms around you gently. Pulling you close. She was removed. But- that didn't mean it hadn't hurt you. You were a sensitive person. "Is what she said-"

"I didn't want her boyfriend. I didn't even know why she wanted her boyfriend. I was just happy she was happy and-"

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "You're not what she said. You're a good person."

"Whores can still be good people," you sigh. "There were a couple that hung out with Jesus."

"How many times did you get your knuckles slapped for that," Bruce said smiling a little.

"Only once. But Sister Natalie got in trouble for it with Mother Superior."

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #arranged!verse2.0

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rinatic · 1 year

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Yuta as a boyfriend

You two were in a cafe when you met

You were waiting for your best friend whom you wanted to confess to

Yuta happened to be there with his friends

He was hsving fun and laughing with them

Then he noticed you

You were trying not to cry because it's obvious that that friend of yours isn't coming

His smile dropped when he saw your expression and he understood what's going on easily

So he got up and bought a drink then walked to your table "uhm, you looked lonely so i bought you a drink."

You actually saw him with his friends earlier and wondered how could he ditch them for you when you're only a stranger

You two sat together and chatted, despite his dark vibe and hard expression yuta made you comfortable

And you enjoyed spending time with him

Days went by and you two became friends

You two became close to the point that yuta feels incomplete when you're not with him

And you had the same feeling

You two spent a day together and at the end of it, you posted a pic of you two and called yuta your best friend in the post

You tagged him and while you went to coo at cute dogs from a pets shop he opened his phone and saw the post

He didn't know why but he didn't like being your best friend, it didn't feel right

He wanted to be more than a friend

So he came up from behind you, startling you by holding your hand

"Let's walk together for a little, hm?"

While you two were walking and talking about various things, yuta looked at you and stopped walking, you wondered what is wrong with him

"Y/n, do you like me?" He asked suddenly, he didn't behave like he normally would, he would always joke and talk loudly with a big grin but this yuta is different

He was quieter and his expression was hard to read

He wasn't surprised when you said 'yes' because yuta would've never asked that question if you didn't like him

And he just wanted to hear you admit it

In a few seconds, his expression changed cutely, a smile appeared on his lips. "I think we shouldn't be just best friends, y/n, we should be more than that."

And he confessed that he did like you, he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you so you won't see his shy face

As a boyfriend, yuta is so kind and loyal, you actually didn't expect him to be a good boyfriend because he can look like a fuck boy sometimes so you doubted it

But he's actually the best boyfriend ever

He's always there for you, he trusts you and sees you as his precious babe

He cannot have a good say without seeing you

That's why he can't do long distance relationships

He needs you to be right next to him 24/7

When you tell him you're hanging out he gets so worried because what if something bad happens to you

Doesn't text you a lot, he likes phone calls more so he can tell if you're okay or not through your voice

Yuta was crazy over you

And you didn't mind how affectionate he was with you, you definitely loved having your boyfriend's full attention despite how busy he is

you also loved seeing how manly he looked when he left for work and when he came back at night he resembled a cute puppy

It's so cute

He's also the only one who manages to better your mood because he knows how to make you feel happy

You're the only person who knows his secrets and his vulnerable side

He trusts you so he bares himself completely to you

Anyways

He tends to be a bit traditional yet a gentleman

He loves hearing you talk about your interests and the things you're passionate about

Especially how your eyes lit up when you talk fast about the things you like

He also lies to you a lot to see your funny reaction because you believe him everytime

Definitely teases you every time he gets the chance to

This brat :)

He also annoys you in purpose because it's how he shows his love

He's always acting tough in front of the other members but when you two are alone, he asks for cuddles

Is an emotional and soft boyfriend

He's hard to anger but when he is, get out of the room asap

Nothing angers him more than people who disrespect you and other men

Really, he doesn't deal with jealousy well

And if the other person crosses the limits, he will throw hands

He can be violent if someone hurts you, you'll always have to step in or else he'll go to jail lol

Overall, he's the perfect boyfriend

#nct 127 #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct u #nct yuta #nct as boyfriends #nct boyfriend #boyfriend yuta #nakamoto yuta #yuta imagines #yuta scenarios #nct

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bropunzeling · 5 months

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matthew/leon: 1 and 12 brady/quinn: 7 and 20

all under the cut! also i treated them as combos because that was more fun

(things you said at 1 am) + (things you said when you thought i was asleep)

It's a risk spending the night at the hotel when Matthew's entire family is back at his house. Matthew knew that when he looked for Leon across the bar they all ended up at after the skills comp; he knew that when he downed a shot and a beer for plausible deniability; he knew that when Leon hooked his fingers in Matthew's beltloops and leered, sweaty and red-faced and still too sober to really get away with it. He knew that when he waved Johnny off to slip out to the street; he knew that sliding into the Uber where Leon was already waiting; he knew that when Leon shoved him up against the hotel door and bit his lip until Matthew let him in.

Knows that now, phone lighting up with unread messages on the nightstand, glowing against the wood.

He ought to get up. It's a busy weekend. Big day tomorrow. And if he slips away now, he'll avoid the walk of shame in the morning, the pointed questions from Brady and pointed lack of questions from his mom.

But Leon's hot against his side, arm heavy across his torso, breath warm and damp against the skin of Matthew's shoulder. Matthew can feel the steady inhales and exhales that he knows means Leon's asleep, or just about. He wouldn't want to disturb him.

And, of course, there's the part where Matthew doesn't actually want to slip away from Leon. Has never wanted to, not really. Even when he left last summer, trading out salted roads and frozen hands for sand under his feet and the sun on his face, he told Leon exactly where he was going. Hoped that if he did, this thing wouldn't break apart between them.

So far, it hasn't. That has to mean something.

"Fuck, you're heavy," Matthew says softly into Leon's hair.

Leon doesn't say anything back. His mouth is wet against the skin of Matthew's throat.

"And drooling," Matthew adds. If Leon were awake, he'd be offended, and they'd have a little argument, half flirtation and half annoying each other. Right now, though, he can just state a fact.

Nothing. Just Leon's breathing, slow and even, and the occasional buzz of Matthew's phone against wood.

Matthew rubs his hand up and down Leon's spine, feeling the bump of vertebrae under his fingers. Traces the moles on Leon's back, drawing constellations. "I wish we had more time," he admits to Leon's sweaty hair.

An inhale, an exhale. The glow from under the edge of Matthew's phone, bright in the dark.

(things you said while we were driving) + (things you said that i wasn't meant to hear)

During the drive to the lake house, Brady stretches out in the passenger seat, shoving it as far back as it will go and slouching down until his knees hit the glove box. He's jetlagged from the flights; Matthew told him he was pushing it to go from two weeks with family in Europe straight into two weeks in Michigan with Quinn, and Brady told him he was a bossy know-it-all.

Brady is pretty dead on his feet, though, so maybe Matthew does know a thing or two.

It's easy to drift off, closing his eyes as Quinn drives. Quinn's a good driver, not distracted like Jack or aggressive like Taryn or just plain bad like Matthew. He has a playlist going, some soft, quiet indie shit that certainly wasn't one of Brady's recommendations, but it's nice enough. Soothing.

A few minutes in, Brady realizes Quinn's singing along under his breath. No, not singing, not even in that tuneless way Quinn has. Talking quietly. "Yeah. Yeah, we're on our way."

Brady slits open his eyes. From the angle, he can see the curve of Quinn's jaw, the rumpled mess of his hair, the threadbare collar of his t-shirt. There's a hole near the shoulder seam, and Brady wants to stick his finger in the hole, touch the skin beneath.

"Yeah," Quinn's saying now. "I picked some up earlier." A pause. "Seriously? Well, I'm not gonna stop for more. Brady's wiped, man. He's already asleep."

Over the speaker, Jack's voice is crackling and mumbling, hard to decipher. Quinn's is clear, though. "Come on, Jacky. Let me get Brady home first."

More talking. The car is pulling up to a stop. At something Jack says, Quinn's gaze flicks over to Brady, then away. "No," he says. "I want this to be a good trip for him."

Jack replies, then cackles. Quinn's ears turn red. "Fuck off. You know he doesn't -- it's not like that."

The car starts to move again. The acceleration has Brady closing his eyes, or maybe it's the afternoon sun, warm through the windshield. The last thing he hears is Quinn's voice, quiet. "Yeah. See you soon."

#ask meme

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shy-urban-hobbit · 6 months

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8 with Lambert & Vesemir please if you want to 💕

8 - "I'm really disappointed in you."

I had two ideas for this one and I really wanted to write both so we have a modern au humour drabble with a little bit of role reversal which Lambert is way too happy about and/or fluffy/angst child Lambert under the cut where Vesemir learns Lambert doesn't use words to apologise (CW on that one for implied abuse/corporal punishment).

"I'm really disappointed in you." Lambert didn't even try to hide his smile as Vesemir was led out from the cells to the front of the station. Of all the days Geralt and Eskel had to be busy...

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Lambert crowed, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow in a parody of the pose Vesemir adopted every time he'd asked that of his youngest.

"Wrong place, wrong time." He answered as he walked out onto the wet, dark street. It really was - Vesemir had just been minding his own business at a nearby bar when all hell broke loose between a couple of guys and their respective friends. Vesemir wouldn't have gotten involved at all if someone hadn't thrown a right hook at him as he tried to leave and well...old habits and all that. It was just his luck Lambert was the only person available to come and post bail.

He might have realised too late what exactly he'd said, but Lambert certainly didn't. His smile morphed into a full on, shit eating grin as one of his own classic excuses fell from his father's mouth, "I've heard that before!" He yelled out, raising a finger and wagging it in exaggerated sternness, "When are you going to start thinking before you act? I swear, I never have this much trouble with Eskel and Geralt!"

"Are you done?" Vesemir deadpanned from where he was trying to walk ahead of the younger man.

"Not even close." Lambert laughed, jogging slightly to catch up so they were now walking side by side, "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this opportunity? I'm not stopping until I've gone through your entire repertoire of Disappointed Dad phrases old man!"

Vesemir did an about face, "That's it. I'm seeing if they'll let me spend the night in the drunk tank."

"Ok, ok." Lambert said holding his hands up in a placating gesture, still grinning, "But you have to admit, the irony is pretty fucking funny."

Vesemir gave out a "hmm". He supposed he'd be able to laugh about it in the morning - he wasn't telling Lambert that though.

"C'mon. I'll buy you a drink, we should celebrate this. Vesemir's first run in with the law!"

"What makes you think that was my first?" Vesemir asked, ducking through the door of the first bar they came across and smirking at Lambert's spluttering.

"Wait, what...Vesemir??!"

It was nearing the end of Lambert's first month at Kaer Morhen when it happened. He was confident that he could handle whatever punishment he was about to receive and then Vesemir had gone and said those five words before dismissing him.

"I'm really disappointed in you."

That one phrase had cracked through the walls he'd built up during his short life and had settled unpleasantly in his chest. He'd grown used to people being angry at him thanks to his shit-stain of a father, his mother was the only one who'd ever felt fear for him and there had been absolutely none of that since he arrived here and got shoved into a bare dorm room with six other boys. He didn't think he'd ever had anyone express disappointment in him before - at least, not directly. He wasn't sure how to feel about this, which in turn was making him feel angry.

It wasn't his fault! Voltehre had dared him to try and steal something from one of the alchemy labs. If he hadn't done that, Lambert wouldn't have dropped that stupid ceramic bowl. He'd hidden the pieces as best he could, it had only been one of the smaller ones so it had been pretty easy really. Apparently that hadn't been good enough though as he found himself being summoned to Vesemir's office; where he'd resolutely denied all knowledge despite the evidence staring him right in the face from Vesemir's desk.

"What's up with you?" He looked up from where he'd been sat curled in on himself at the top of the stairs to the boys dorms, definitely not sulking. One of the younger, freshly turned Witchers he recognised as Eskel was leaning against the wall, looking down at him.

"Nothin'. Piss off, asshole." Lambert snarled into his knees.

Eskel only laughed, "Big words from such a small mouth. C'mon, either talk or piss off yourself. You're stinking up the hallway with that sad stench."

"M'not sad." Lambert said petulantly.

"Uh huh."

"Stupid Vesemir."

"What'd you do to get a beating from him?"

"Didn't beat me."

Eskel was silent for a minute before dropping down next to Lambert, "Let me guess. He did the 'I'm not angry, I'm disappointed' thing. Fucking hate that."

Lambert's head shot up in surprise. The last thing he'd expected was for the other to agree with him.

"So. What'd you do?" Eskel prompted again.

For some reason, Lambert found himself telling the whole story. How Vesemir had summoned him to his office to ask him about the broken bowl. How Lambert didn't understand why Vesemir was disappointed when he should be angry, right? That was usually what happened when people who weren't his father broke things (that would still be the fault of Lambert or his mother).

"You do know he'd be able to smell that you'd been in there, right?" Eskel asked from where he was leaning back on his elbows.

Lambert froze. He did now!

"He's not disappointed that you broke it, you know how many of those things we have in storage? He's disappointed that you lied about it. He'd have been able to smell that on you too, just so you know."

They sat in silence as Lambert digested this. That still didn't make sense. He still should have gotten a beating for the lying, shouldn't he?

He didn't realise he'd said that last part out loud until Eskel answered, "Honestly, if it had been any of the other Masters, you probably would have. Vesemir's harsh, but he's not the worst one here. Do you understand why you feel guilty now, though?"

Lambert nodded, "So, how do I make it go away?"

Eskel shrugged as he stood up to leave, "Figure that out yourself. I'm not your damn mother."

Lambert flipped him off in response, tapping his feet as Eskel's words called up thoughts of his mother. How she'd sit trying to salvage whatever his father had destroyed the previous night, how she'd smile that sad smile at him when he'd try to help. Hmm, maybe that was an idea? He picked himself up and hurried down the stairs shouting for Eskel. Maybe he'd know where to find what he needed.

Vesemir turned the bowl over in his hand. Calling the repair work amateur would be being generous. Thick lines of glue making the cracks appear large and obvious and giving the rim a slightly uneven quality, the surface was also uneven in some parts where the adhesive had dried in globs and smears, a couple of spots on his desk suggesting it hadn't fully dried when it had been left. Obviously the work of a child, confirmed by the now familiar scent it was covered in. He thought on the dark rings around Lambert's eyes that morning, his shuffling steps and wandering concentration during training. The lad must have been up all night working on this.

Vesemir gave a small chuckle as he placed it on a high shelf. No good for potion work now, but he'd find some use for it.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #witcher lambert #lambert #witcher vesemir #vesemir

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mamichigo · 1 year

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⚠️ (minor fighting/violence)

"You've gotten sloppy," Cyno comments coldly on the first night at Aaru Village that they get with no one else around.

Alhaitham looks up from his book and across the table. The General Mahamatra stands stiff at the corner, the figure of him intimidating and imposing. He hasn't changed one bit. That harsh way of giving feedback, too, is the same as ever.

"I'm assuming you're referring to our fight," Alhaitham hums. He returns to his book. "I'd say I held my own well, given I'm still alive and uninjured."

"Not for any merit of your own."

Alhaitham turns the page unhurriedly, and hears the irritated click of Cyno's tongue. He smirks.

"So you did go easy on me. I didn't think you had it in you."

Cyno doesn't fall for the provocation. "I didn't teach you how to fight just for you to ruin all my efforts. Your form was wrong."

"For what reason, then, did you teach me?" Alhaitham snapped his book shut. "We all know how busy the General Mahamatra is, why should he spend his time on just any stupid brat in the Akademiya. Isn't that right?"

"You acted as if you had a death wish."

"That was still none of your business."

They stare at each other, neither willing to back down. Alhaitham feels that familiar discomfort between his ribs, the need to get under Cyno's skin, to move that distant and ever righteous heart of his. If Cyno never admits to care for him, then Alhaitham will haunt his every waking hour until he can no longer ignore Alhaitham's existence.

"Draw your weapon," Cyno orders abruptly.

"And why should I? As you might remember, we're under strict orders not to get into more fights."

Cyno chuckles, dark and sardonic. It sends a shiver down his spine.

"I've never known you for following orders."

Alhaitham returned his smile in kind. "Perhaps you don't know me all that much then, General."

Cyno's eyes narrow.

"Draw your weapon and I'll teach you again. Properly this time, so you won't dare forget it."

He makes no move to summon his weapon. "You said it yourself, didn't you, my Mahamatra? I'm not very good at following orders."

He barely has the time to put his book away before Cyno lunges at him. The air crackles as he moves, but he barely makes a sound as he jumps perfectly over the table. The chair falls to the floor as Alhaitham dodges to the side, just barely out of range. One of Cyno's nails nicks his cheek, the sting of it sharp on his skin.

They exchange a look before Cyno is on the move again. He's more precise, more vicious than in their previous fight. It's only muscle memory that allows Alhaitham to perfectly parry every punch. There's no opening at all; Alhaitham can see now Cyno didn't lie about holding back before.

But is he supposed to be happy about that, satisfied that at least Cyno didn't want his head?

(This frustration, too, is familiar.

It's like being back at the Akademiya, doing anything to get the attention of the taciturn senior who wouldn't look his way. He had been young, and foolish too.)

As the adrenaline boils to the surface, so does the simmering annoyance. When Cyno moves to strike, Alhaitham steps to the side, and catches a fistful of his hair, close to the neck. Cyno gasps when he drags him close. They both come to a stop, panting.

Alhaitham is under no illusion that Cyno couldn't break loose if he wanted to. However, for that moment at least, Alhaitham has him. Fuming, yes, and glaring at him. But still willingly in Alhaitham's grasp.

"What do you want from me?" Alhaitham asks lowly. He's done with the games, with the pointless dancing.

Cyno looks up at him, eyes burning. "Nothing. I've never wanted anything from you."

Alhaitham drags him even closer, until he's pressed to his chest and hanging on his tiptoes. Alhaitham tilts his head and smiles without humor.

"Too bad, because I want everything from you."

The press of their mouths is painful, unforgiving. They stumble gracelessly towards the table, where Alhaitham pushes Cyno up onto it, allowing him better reach, better access. He scrapes his nails along Cyno's scalp, down to his neck, delights in his responding growl. As if to get back at him, Cyno bites down on his lip close to bleeding.

Alhaitham chuckles against his mouth, and the ease of it somehow gentles their movements. He puts a hand on Cyno's naked waist, thumbs at the firm skin. Cyno moves to the side for air, their noses nuzzled together. Alhaitham quickly claims his mouth again, enjoying the haziness of oxygen escaping his lungs.

If Cyno had any protests before, they died in his throat. Instead, he watches Alhaitham through his lashes, soft in a way that he doubts anyone else is privy to.

"Everything?" Cyno asks between kisses.

"Everything," Alhaitham promises.

#alhaitham #cyno #cytham #haino #genshin impact #drabbles #my writing #older cyno my beloved...... this hc lives in my head rent free man

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spider-mar2004 · 3 months

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🕷Webbed Silence🕷

Pairing:Kaine Parker x F!Spider!Reader

Summary: Kaine invited you in the dark nights of the city of New York. And is more than a date.

Warnings: Just a bit of swearing.

Fluff!

6:40 PM.

What a lovely evening in the city of New York, the sky getting darker, the stars slowly appearing and the lights from the place turning on. Usually, this was your city, Because is from your world, your universe.

It's been six months you was in the Spider-society, you felt comfortable with it but also kinda irritated due some spider-people could be noisy, the boss Miguel O'hara grumpy,etc. You wasn't a very social spider-woman either after all, so that explained why you spend more time at your home than that place.

But, you started to come often due someone caught your attention. A tall 6'4 ft man with a suit of red and black, with dark mask and red lenses with an intimidating look, how did someone that looks or well is dangerous caught your attention? Possibly the fact both of you aren't too social, but you decided give yourself a chance for socialize with him.

He wasn't an easy person to socialize. At the start he usually avoided you, but you kept trying and started to help him some things, and bring him stuff like a bottle of water, snacks, etc. Which, Kaine wasn't used to have someone who cares about him. But slowly started to accept and started to take trust towards you.

And then, you both started to dating, you two have three months being a couple. It seemed cute at first but was kinda hard for you due Kaine's personality towards that fact, he was cold at the start because he wasn't sure about have a relationship. But he is trying, he loves you. Just, he didn't know how to behave at this which it takes patience.

Anyways, finally Kaine called you from the wrist advice you both have.

"Hey uh, i shouldn't scare you but i am here. Could we meet in the top of your apartment building?"

Kaine said, as he was already there glacing at the bright city.

"Really? You should be named Mr. Surprises!"

You said with a soft giggled and a small smile on your face, you wasn't wearing your mask and suit only your comfortable clothing which was a shirt of [Color/design you want], Jeans pants of [Color you want] and sport shoes, with a sweater tied on your waist. As Kaine heard you joke he would let go a snort and a grumpy face under his mask.

"Whatever, just meet me there."

He simply said with a slight annoyed yet cold tone for then hang the call.

7:15 PM

You finally arrived trotting, you was excited because finally your partner became more open at the couple things but also worried because possibly something could happen. You saw him waiting, watching down at the city from the view, still with his suit and mask on, as you stepped towards, he slowly turned his head to see you.

"Oh, hey babe." You gave him a warm smile as you walked to him slowly. "Something... Happened?"

"Kinda, just wanted to say some things..." He sighed and looked down again, unsure what to say next.

"... You can tell me, you know i trust you and that's why we are united, for help each other." You stood next him and looked at him with a more worried face.

"I know but. Y'know sometimes i would... Love to try harder for this but nah, i keep failing." He shrugged said coldly.

"I get what you mean Kaine, but you are already doing it. I know you are busy and well your personality not used for this but it doesn't bother me a lot like you think." You moved closer to him, without stop staring.

"Generally never used for this and i kinda dislike admit it but, hurts me a bit that i am not doing so much for you. I know i used to be a bad and violent guy but i should stop being this and be uh, more special with you." Kaine took a low sigh as then he slowly took off his mask, revealing his dark brown and long hair with his brown eyes, scarred face and serious look.

"With patience everything ends easy. And again, your personality doesn't bother me because i understand about your past. And i know you love me because you are always in my side and you listen me. If you didn't love me you would just leave me, and that's it." You slowly leaned your head on his shoulder, slowly closing your eyes. "Plus, i rather my Kaine being a serious black cat than being a golden retriever like Ben."

Kaine side eyed at you as he heard the last name, rolling his eyes. He dislike fun comments but somehow he tolerates the yours.

"If you say so." He said without more words to say.

After few seconds, Kaine's mind started to transform his classic short-tempered behavior to a now quiet and calm mood. So he slowly leaned his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes too, the ambient was so relaxing, it brought peace between you two. And then he slowly and carefully hugged your waist moving for stand behind, he was even more comfortable now.

"Guess my grumpy kitty got finally relaxed." You chuckled a little.

Silence, you both enjoyed the silent moment between you and him more than talking. With a smooth move of your body turn around for see his face, he opened his kinda hooded eyes a bit, that softened expression made your heart melt. You gently and softly nuzzled his nose with yours, smiling more. And for your surprise he nuzzled back with a very relaxed sigh, hugging more your hips.

He became now more expressive in your relationship, a thing you didn't expect. Well it won't change fully in a day but at least it was clearly a signal that you both will become even more united.

And minutes later as the night was even darker, You was with your suit on now, just without mask which it was next you. Kaine and you were on a hammock made of webs made by him, both relaxing, both enjoying each one's company, and now, both kissing each other's lips softly and quietly with hugs and slow cuddles. Until then Kaine's wrist advice started to ring so he made an annoyed snort as he stopped.

"Take the call, could be important." You suggested.

Kaine just listened and accepted the call. The hologram was Miguel O'hara with his holografic blue and red suit on.

"God damn it Kaine, seriously? Thought you was working or something." Miguel said with an annoyed tone.

"So i don't have rights for have my privacy. Go to shut the fuck up yourself." Kaine let out a growl.

"... Pendejo-" That was the last word he said when Kaine just hung the call.

"Pffft, Guess Kitty is mad now, but don't worry we can treat it, let's just enjoy and relax a bit more before the police sirens break our fun." You giggled.

"Yeah yeah, before also maybe Miguel comes and kick our asses, but i would kick his first being honest." He said with a slight shrug and then hug you again.

And then, again, the quiet and lovely moment on the webs between you being a caring and sweet spider, and a grumpy and dangerous spider, How adorable.

The end! Hope you like it! Is my first one-shot. I am sorry if my english is not good because i am not english native and sorry if wasn't too long but at least i tried! It was fun. <3

#kaine parker x reader #kaine parker #one shot #fluff

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separatist-apologist · 1 year

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rank acotar characters by how long you could stand to be in a car with them? important factor: they decide what music is playing

Ranking ACOTAR characters based on an 8 hour roadtrip where they control the aux. Don't forget that I alone have the only right opinions in the fandom and therefore will be taking 0 feedback.

17. Beron- AM talk radio the WHOLE way with the most HEINOUS opinions a person can have. Loudly agrees and at times is arguing back with the guest through the speakers. Is he aware they can't HEAR HIM?

16. Amren- Doesn't like music. No road games, please.

15. Jurian- Dad rock. There is only so much Every Rose Has It's Thorns we can hear before its time to drive this car off a bridge. Pour exactly NO sugar on me, I am afraid of ants.

14. Gwyn- I'm SORRY, but she's giving very strong show tunes vibes. Spends the whole time singing, and yeah her voice. is beautiful but this is not American's Got Talent. This road trip is about classic jams, not showing off.

13. Nesta- Gruesome murder podcasts. Listens without flinching as the night grows darker. Thinks we should turn down that dark road as a short cut. Why is she cutting cheese with a hunting knife?

12. Tamlin- Country music, but it's like, pop-country and not country with feeling or country for murdering men. Barefoot blue jean night? Sir we're in New Jersey.

11. Eris Vanserra- Listens to The History Of Rome podcast the whole way. Jesus Christ man can we choose another point in history? NO. We will hear of these ancient battle tactics and we will be grateful. Only upside is Mike Duncan is a great story teller. Definitely asks for a sexual favor half way through, like I'm not DRIVING HELLO SIR?

10. Azriel- 2004 best of emo jams. Its a playlist he made himself, with all the classics. Become increasingly concerned when MCR's Helena comes on and he turns it up to belt with clear, obvious feeling. You okay, bro? Want to pull over for a taquito?

9. Vassa- Whatever is on the radio, like this isn't cornfield country. There is NOTHING but the sound of me mooing at the window ("cow") or the static as she flips station to station. Occasionally finds the most banger radio station filled with songs you forgot about, only for it to vanish right at the climax of a song you're both belting. Still, the spontaneity is fun

8. Rhys- NPR podcast. God it's informative and yeah it's interesting and the conversation it opens up keeps you both busy for hours so it's hard to completely complain. Spends a lot of time staring at his phone and fact-checking guests

7. Tarquin- Apple Music? I mean...I GUESS. He did his best, but his best is questionable. It's his own playlists and his taste in music if fun, if not eclectic. No one vibe- and he brought snacks.

6. Mor- Nothing but gossip. How does she know so much? Terrified to tell her about personal life, but have to admit hearing what disasters everyone else is really fills the time.

5. Emerie- PREPARED. Downloaded a mix of playlists AND podcasts, rotates them when the mood starts to flag. Never lets her finger off the phone, but also does not take requests, so stop asking. You get what you get.

4. Elain- It's pure pop and nothing else. Bouncy and upbeat, she came to have a good time with nothing in between. Outdoes Tarquin in snacks, and has a list of road games ready to go for when everyone is burned out with music.

3. Lucien- A playlist for every mood. Oh it's raining? It's sunny? Everyone is hungover and needs quiet? He's got you covered. The vibe never drags and is always appropriate, reading the room before you even know the tone has shifted.

2. Cassian- King of the excursion. Roadside America memorized, Cassian knows where every biggest wind chime, ball of yarn, and rocking chair is located. Somehow manages to keep everyone mostly on time. Stops for snacks instead of bringing his own because everyone knows the best food is at a rural gas station. Ranking jerky flavors for fun, and in between, keeps it easy with a steady jam of road trip faves.

1. Feyre Archeron- High Lady of the Road Trip herself. Turn off that podcast, turn up the music. Feet on the dash, gossip ready to GO. Can tell a story for HOURS, knows all the deets on everyone's messy lives. Planned ahead and found a hotel with a pool AND a bar. Playlist absolute perfection, based on the friends in the car.

#acotar rankings #remember if you disagree its you who is wrong and not me #my opinion is immaculate #AND objective

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sgcairo · 2 years

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...I just had an awful idea thanks to the Baizhu & Pantalone post you did!

Listen! For some reason Pantalone HAS to go to the Liyue branch of the Bank. He HATES the thought of going back there, but takes Anastasyi with him, after all it is still an opportunity to learn. (It has nothing to do with him wanting to show his son where he grew up, to share a bit of that culture that somehow still finds itself in some of his preferences, not at all!)

Naturally someone recognizes him on a day when he's out with Anastasyi. They don't know he's a Harbinger (not yet 😈, he came in the dark of the night, and forgoed the heavy Sneznayan clothing when out and about with his son, dressed in something more Liyuen in order to not call as much attention (no he does not miss wearing that sorts of clothing shut up Zandik!)), but the similarity is uncanny and the person tells Baizhu. Who in turn spends the next few days looking for him, sometimes just missing him.

It all comes to a head on the last day. When Pantalone is getting ready to board actually. And Baizhu calls out his old name.

Pants turns around, but says nothing. He just stares at his him.

(Because he isn't stupid. He knows that Baizhu has been looking for him, but he's been too busy with fixing the mess in the bank and with keeping his son out of trouble.)

They stand like that for a few minutes, Pantalone with that pleasantly blank look on his face, while Baizhu stares in shock for a bit, before a small smile replaces the look. Hope blooms. Maybe they can reconnect. Maybe he can apologize.

That's when the Bomb drops, "Lord Pantalone we're ready to depart."

The last thing Pant's sees before turning around, is the dawning horror in his brothers face.

(He pretends like that doesn't hurt as much as The Argument from years ago.)

There I'm done!

...That was a punch to the throat, and I hope you know that I physically choked at the end and almost died.

If you don't mind me adding on, this inspired a short scene:

"You won't go!"

Pantalone was shocked by the sudden exclamation, his shoulders stiffening and feet freezing. He couldn't help it, not after so many years of being apart. The child held onto his hand tightly, looking up at him worriedly, crimson eyes sparkling under the intense light.

Pantalone couldn't take another step.

Isn't this what he wanted, for his family to want him back? To ask him to stay? Why was he so torn? He didn't want to look back, it would be admitting that he missed his brother, that he missed this.

"Please, Fu! I... Please don't go." Damn Baizhu. Always pushing too far, even if he shouldn't. "I know you hate me, I know you do! But please-" His little brother's voice broke, and with it, Pantalone's resolve. "-please don't leave again. I can't-"

"If you wanted me, you would've had me while you still could." Pantalone spoke, his voice too cold. It wasn't Fu speaking, but the icy mask he'd taken on the day he took Pierro's hand, the fearsome Harbinger know to all as the Regrator. Merciless in his conquest, controlling the lives of thousands with the mere sweep of his hand. "You made your choice. You chose that stupid pharmacy over your own brother, and now you will pay for it." He tried to end it there, he really did. But Baizhu kept pushing-

"Fu, I don't have much time left. Please, I swear I never meant to hurt you! I didn't mean a word of what I said, on my life I swear that I-"

"ENOUGH!"

The silence was so profoundly disturbing that Pantalone wanted to be sick.

"Enough..."

I hope I did it justice, but here it is! I love the idea, thank you so much for inspiring me!

#pantalone #baizhu #anastasiy #babytorre #fatui harbingers #fatui headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #oh no a cliffhanger

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luizastarry · 1 year

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Do you perhaps have anymore of that Mango adopting Yellow AU?

ah sorry for not answering for so long i was very busy-

and yeah i do! it's quite an old au i came up with when the Ravager episode came out.

in this universe, Apricot dies much, much earlier. Orange did not exist yet, but Dark with Chosen probably did.

basically, while Mango was searching for Minecraft block, he visited a PC (trust me trying to find random IP addresses + breaking the firewall + trying very hard to find the icon is actually pretty difficult the whole Mango arc plan is a lot easier) and this PC happens to be owned by the creator of Fighting Stickfigures website!

and at the time Mango sneaked on their computer they were making the stickfigures for the site.

unfortunately, the tutorial they were following uh. did not give the results they wanted...

...instead of fully grown stickfigures, they ended up with kid sticks.

well, the creator was really confused by this and the first thought that came to their head is to just delete the failed attempt and try again-

but Mango wouldn't let them do that.

he dashed to try to save at least some of the kids, the user tried very hard to get rid of the intruder and keep their creations, but they didn't succeed at either.

Mango only managed to get one of the kids - Yellow, who looked a lot like his first child. He decided to keep him.

in the meantime, RYGB's creator decided not to delete the stick kids and just let them grow up on the site.

Mango tried really hard to be a good father, but he still didn't let go of his plan to destroy Minecraft. this lead to him often not sticking for too long in the house and leaving already lonely Yellow, who was made to have 3 more people by his side always, a bit neglected.

Yellow was pretty curious of Minecraft ever since he saw Mango working on something related to it.

Mango did not let him do anything related to it though, it was too dangerous.

...eventually, though, he realized that he is so deep into his mission he barely spends time with Yellow. so he reluctantly agrees to let Yellow play around, so they can be together more.

Mango gives him a staff so he can protect himself.

of course, some time later, Mango sees the original AvM video (the only difference is that it doesn't feature Yellow because duh.), met Purple and came up with a solid plan.

(Yellow eavesdropped on the two talking once and couldn't help but feel that the names "Red", "Green" and "Blue" sounded so familiar.)

Mango decides to take Yellow with him, because he suspects that he will not be able to leave Minecraft when it starts collapsing and he wants to spend some more time with his son. Yellow becomes the Prince of the Bastion. (hey that's what the au is named after!)

Purple and Yellow develop a rivalry. Yellow is happy to finally feel like he is helping his dad and wants all the attention he can get (negative too, so he starts messing around) and thinks that Purple is getting too much of what is rightfully his and Purple just wants to get the power promised by Mango to finally prove themselves worthy to the standards their dad set for them and thinks that Yellow is a spoiled brat who doesn't do anything to deserve it.

but they also understand each other deeply. they both understand how similar they are, even if they don't want to admit it.

right before executing the plan however, Mango sends him away to the portal back home. Yellow doesn't understand what is happening and doesn't want to leave, but Mango forces him to.

...sorry for the wall of text i just. really like this au fjabfa

#animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #ava #avm #ava yellow #avm yellow #ava mango #avm mango #ava king #avm king #ava purple #avm purple #prince!yellow au

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supernovafeather · 2 years

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An Unexpected Guest

FO!Poe Dameron x FO!F!Reader

Content : unplanned pregnancy, mention of alcohol consumption, hurt/comfort, mutual pining.

"How are you feeling Commander ?"

This question doesn't surprise you nearly as much as the person pronouncing it. Your hands still busy with the wires of your TIE, you turn around before standing up, saluting the General of this ship.

"Good morning General. I am feeling well myself. Is there anything that needs to be done ?"

Poe Dameron tilts his head as he readjusts the black leather gloves covering his hands. He looks particularly well-groomed today. His dark curls usually messy look orderly and as soft as silk, the dark circles under his brown eyes adding some depth to his sharp glare directed to you. His confident grin is the cherry on the cake of his natural charisma.

"I was only asking." He says with some kind of nonchalance. "I just read your report and I wanted to discuss about it with you. In my office."

"Of course General." You nod with a hint of fear pinching your heart. "Do I have to skip the..."

"Come with me and ask for someone to replace you." He demands more firmly. "It's pretty important."

"Yes General."

With a quick gesture you tell three droids to take your place and right afterwards you follow your superior, your heart beating strongly in your chest compressed in your pilot outfit. Several soldiers nod to give you some courage.

"It was a difficult mission." He says as his footsteps fasten. "We lost five men, your TIE almost got destroyed. You saved one of your soldiers. We lost a base and conquered another one. I hope you are aware of all the consequences of this failure, Commander."

"I am afraid I am not, General." You admit as you notice anxiously his gloved hand clenching. "Please tell me what my sanction is going to be. I take full responsibility for my actions."

He doesn't answer and this seals your throat with a lump you can't swallow. Guilt is a powerful thought plaguing your mind. You don't care much about your men, after all they are all replaceable here and you barely do anything to learn to know them. But disappointing Poe is much worse. He believes in you.

"Come in." He demands as you access his office by walking past some Stormtroopers.

A few seconds later after having barely any interest in looking at the black and white room, you let the General unzipping your outfit from the front, his eyes setting on your belly after lifting up your tank top under your breasts.

"How is she doing ?" He asks as he rubs this area with one hand.

"Fine. She's fine."

This was all an accident after you drank all too much. You started to feel this overconfidence kicking in. After all he said himself you are a part of the elite amongst the First Order squadrons. So when you crossed the path of your General that accepted to compliment your actions during the previous mission, your mind got carried away. You offered him a drink by going directly into his office, much to his surprise. After a few glasses you admitted that you found him hot, he told you the same, you said he was clever and he said the same about you, a few flirting gazes, hands getting more adventurous for the both of you... and since then you can't look at his desk without feeling guilty.

You don't even know the baby's gender, it's all too soon. You just said you hoped it was a girl and Dameron followed without questioning it. You don't feel much about him. But here is the problem, the much. Because it's growing in you, planting it's seeds and roots in your heart the more you spend time with him. A few minutes here and there per week talking about your missions and the fetus developing in your belly.

"Did you feel sick onboard ?" He asks.

"No. It doesn't stop me during my mission as for now we leave the base during the day, not in the morning." You explain. "But it's going to be a problem later. With all the other symptoms that are going to show."

"So you will need a replacement sooner or later." He adds more for himself.

He tends to kiss your temple a lot. You like it despite your lack of general intimacy. You feel less lonely and just like right now, it gives you the opportunity to hug a human being without fearing of getting punished for this lack of boundaries. You do think this man lacks of physical contact and appreciates it. Sometimes you ponder whether or not he would be a good father. You think so, after all he is sharp, clever, funny when he allows himself to be, and sounds absolutely concerned by his future child's wellbeing.

His hand leaves your belly then covers your body with your clothes and gestures you to follow him towards his desk.

"Sit there." He demands as he pats the desk.

"I didn't ce there for that." You protest with your arms crossed.

"Not for that reason." He promises with a strangely soft gaze.

You sigh. Poe Dameron proved several times that he could be trusted despite all the power he possesses. At least your child didn't get conceived with some drunk misogynistic asshole flirting with all the female pilots. He could try with men as well, he would get a huge success and be able to repopulate a pair of destroyed planets. You sit down on his desk, your feet leaving the ground.

"How do you feel ?" He asks as you spread your legs to let him stand between them. "Not too afraid ?"

"I think I can't realize fully what's happening." You mutter as you watch him playing with your fingers. "I planned to dedicate my life to the First Order. Not to a baby."

"If you keep it, I can cover you up."

Dameron pulls you more towards him, his fingers scratching the back of your head as you look up at him. He sounds genuinely concerned, his eyes serious. Yes, he would be a good father. A good and trust-worthy lover too you think but it's too soon to be sure of that.

"Is there such a big risk of dishonor for you ?" You ask.

"Not much for me. It could become. A joke but not much more. For you it's different. If you want to keep your career in the army and they learn you got a child with a General you are going to get accused of doing that to get promoted or something. And it could damage your reputation on the long term."

"I've already thought of that possibility." You croak as you feel tears coming.

His arms embrace you gently and you grab his long coat around his shoulders blade, struggling not to let yourself vanquished by your anxiety. A powerful and respected general is the father of your future child and is willing to help you in your decision. It could be much worse.

"There are several potential choices if you keep it. You may leave your career and establish somewhere else under my protection so political opponents and Rebel won't find you. You may remain there until the end of your pregnancy but people are going to know about it."

"It's not a really good place to spend nine months between the rebel attacks and the permanent stress."

"Maybe in another base, further from there." He says before kissing the top of your head. "I admit I would prefer to have you next to me. We never know what could happen."

"You really want to treat this child openly like yours don't you ?"

You look up at him, melting at his soft smile and glistening eyes. He truly is one of a kind.

"I mean... he is mine. I have my part in what happened. And... I'd like - if you agree - to make things easier for the both of us. To push people to think that this is not a baby conceived like that."

"What do you mean ?"

The General thinks about his answer for a few seconds, clenching his sharp jaws as he rubs your wrists with his thumbs.

"We could try to look like getting closer. Maybe I invite you more in my office under the cover of work. We let some bored Stormtroopers gossip between them and spread it. I start to invite you somewhere - maybe to have a dinner with me in my office again or on some planet - and it starts to make things official. Then we stage another detail. For example we kiss in front of soldiers. So you basically become untouchable and by the time your pregnancy is going to be more obvious when you don't wear your outfit."

"You are a General." You protest in disbelief. "You should find a beautiful senator or ambassador to make the First Order gain in influence. It makes no sense for a General to officialize a relationship with a Commander."

"It's not that rare." He explains as he holds your hands again. "That male counterparts marry women lower than them on the social ladder. The opposite would amber more surprising. Your records are almost perfect. The Supreme Leader himself is rather satisfied with your squadron's results. Trust me it's not gonna be difficult to make it accepted."

You smile briefly at it. It would be the best option. You would protect each other's reputation, you would keep some influence and even gain some in the First Order and anything related, financial aid, and a more balanced life than running everywhere at any alert at any hour of the day and night. And General Dameron is what you can qualify as "aesthetically pleasing" and around your age, which doesn't bother you at all.

"I need time for to think about it." You half-lie. "It's tempting but we barely know each other at all."

"Would you accept those dates I just talked about ?" He asks softly. "So we can already try to figure this out ?"

"You do want your dates don't you General ?" You chuckle.

"Well... I do think it is the best solution. And to be perfectly honest with you, even without this pregnancy in the equation I would have asked you this. You were absolutely charming that night."

This takes your breath away. You were not expecting this turn of events. However you can't permit yourself to lose your composure, your predicament is all too complex to let you get manipulated through feelings and false hope. If you do get with him for sincere reasons this will be by pure bonus.

"Thank you. I appreciated your presence as well, as you could have guessed by what followed." You say with a weary grin. "You were charming too I must admit. So... a date with you would be a pleasure."

"Thank you for accepting." He replies with a rare genuine smile. "I'll pick up a few places and let you choose. Is that alright ?"

"Sounds great. Thank you. You know the world better than I do. Outside my TIE I'm completely lost." You chuckle.

"I'll grant you a special permission. It'll be a good start to spread the rumors."

He steps back and you close your legs, your hands stroking your belly, thinking about how it could feel once starting to swollen. Your life clearly took a strange turn.

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Thank you for reading please comment and reblog if you liked it !

@salome-c @stevenngrant @lavenderluna10 @one-hell-of-a-disappointment @dailyreverie @thecursivej @lady-targaryen @general-latino @harrys-tittie @laura-naruto-fan1998

#poe dameron x reader #first order poe #poe dameron x you

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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If you’re not busy and like the idea … how would the twins react to playing scary video games together with their s/o. Like jump scares and all ? Thunder storm outside , subways are closed due to the severe weather? Lights randomly go out ? Spooky but ends up romantic 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 this is a scenario that has been living in my head rent free for a bit ! 🥰

I'm only busy with my god emmet brainrot lmao

also unsure if you wanted poly or not so i did separate to be safe

▲Ingo▼

● Ingo is not a gamer, so you'll be doing all the hard work. He especially doesn't like horror, so have fun with him turning his head away from the screen and trying to explain away the scary stuff, so he doesn't start freaking out. He does squeeze you when a jumpscare happens, terrified completely by it. Loud man crying ensues, and he makes you pause the game while he calms down. He doesn't like it. You watch him hide in his home office and stare at his model train of his favourite subway line. After that, he's good to go again.

● The bad weather outside isn't helping his panic at all, a flash flood warning and a severe thunderstorm warning leaving him worried about everything. You sighed as he leaned against you, arm coiling around your waist. You continued to play through the game as he turned away whenever anything became too scary for his liking. His scream echoed through the apartment as complete darkness overtook the room. You pulled tightly to him while he breathed heavily. “Ingo, love, it's okay! Let's get a flashlight, the power must have gone out,” you reassured him. He nodded, unwrapping himself from you to get the flashlight out.

● It illuminated the room, and you yawned. When had it got so late? You must have got more into that game than you realised. Ingo rubbed his eyes, too. “Would you like to head to bed, dear?” he offered. You nodded and let him lead you to the bedroom. Flopping out on it, you watched as he set the flashlight on the bedside table. You giggled as he pulled the blankets back and got under them. His arms pulled you close while he buried his face into your chest. “It's embarrassing to admit this, but… I'm still a bit shaken up,” his voice was muffled by the fabric of your shirt, and you smiled. Ingo could be so cute when he wanted to be.

● You pressed kisses to his head before reassuring him that it was all just a video game and that he was safe. His arms held you tighter, and you enjoyed the closeness your sweet boyfriend provided. Eventually, you both began to drift off together. Just as sleep claimed your senses, a sudden noise had you jump away Ingo in a panic, an ominous purple light approaching your open bedroom door. You scream. Ingo laughs. You glare at him and stare at the doorway in disappointment. Chandelure hovered confused.

▽Emmet△

○ Emmet is not a gamer, but when offered a challenge, he would take it usually. He's indifferent to horror, so it takes a lot to scare him. He's praying through sections that had you on edge like it's nothing. When scary stuff happens, he just sort of laughs at it. He thinks it's adorable if you get scared, happily lets you cling to him and coos over your reaction. If something does manage to scare him, however, you have loud Emmet crying while he clings to you for dear life. You have to reassure him he's fine, and that whatever scared him isn't going to hurt him. He nearly calls Ingo for a support, but you stop him.

○ The weather was heavy and severe, he and his brother had to close the station early as it was worrying to allow transport in such bad flooding and thundering. He had felt bad, but spending more time with you wasn't something he'd turn down. No trainers would show up in this weather anyway. You had taken control of the gameplay while Emmet watched with his head laid in your lap. Just as a jumpscare cut in, the power cut out, and you screamed. Emmet managed to calm you down, jumping up from your lap to hug you. “Hey! It's alright! Check safety! I'll get the flashlight,” he pulled away from you gently and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. It was retrieved from the bookshelf, and turned on.

○ Light flooded the pitch-black darkness and let you see again. He waved at you amicably, and you ran back to his side. “Let's go to bed! I'm tired,” you made up an excuse to go somewhere that would make you feel more safe. He agreed. The flashlight was left on the night stand while Emmet held your quivering form close. He cooed and stroked your hair. “Everything's alright! I'll protect us!” the younger twin reassured. His lips met yours. You felt safer with Emmet around. When your adrenaline finally wore off, you found yourself impossibly tired. Burying your face into his neck, you drifted off. Emmet smiled and let himself relax.

○ Everything was softly fading around you, only the warmth from Emmet and the blanket tangible. You were safe and comfortable. The younger twin's protection was not something to take lightly. He could easily become terrifying in an instant. Of course, he was usually just his soft self. Just as you were about to doze off, you felt something creep up for back. Tickling, yet itchy, and definitely moving. You screamed and reached for it. Emmet jumped up in panic. You couldn't get it, but he could. Easily, he removed the demon from you. A Joltik chirped cutely at Emmet.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader

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