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upat4amwiththemoon · 9 months

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I just saw a tiktok and I immediately needed to send you a request with wandanat and daughter reader 😭

(congrats for your driver license btw)

R is dating a girl but she's hiding that from her moms cause she knows they would be overprotective and make the girl run away with too many questions and all

Lets say one night she comes home after a party and her girlfriend walk her to her door, and since y/n drank a bit she forgets about the doorbell camera and wandanat see their daughter kissing the girl goodbye (make it cute please please🙏) and you can choose their reactions and all feel free to change anything if you want to write this 💕

Ring camera

Summary: Caught in the act.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader, WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: being drunk

Word count: 1582

a/n: ahh I absolutely love this idea!! I made Kate the girlfriend, hope that’s okay :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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With groans and grumbles, Kate finally manages to drag Y/N from her car to the front door of her house. “You should be glad I know you so well.” Kate mumbles, holding her arms tightly around Y/N’s waist so she wouldn’t fall.

She decided to be the designated driver, even though her girlfriend really wanted them to drink together at Gwen’s parents are gone house party, but Kate knows Y/N has a tendency to over drink and she’d be unable to walk home.

Y/N giggles, “I’m so lucky to have you.” She slings her arms up to wrap the around Kate’s neck, almost slapping her in the process due to her poor coordination. “You’re the bestest best girlfriend.” She has a dopy smile on her face.

The annoyance leaves Kate’s body quickly. She can only be happy when her girlfriend is looking at her like that, like a cute puppy who is full of love. “You’re the bestest girlfriend.” She argues back playfully, her hand rubbing Y/N’s back gently.

“Nuh uh.” She shakes her head. Her lower lip is between her teeth as she stares at the beauty in front of her. “I wish I could sleep next to you.” She whispers.

“I know.” Kate moves one of her hands up to Y/N’s head, her fingers tangling with her hair. “Me too, but we’ll hang out tomorrow.”

“Ye-“ she gets interrupted by a yawn. It makes Kate laugh.

“Will you be able to make it to your bed on your own?”

“I will, don’t you worry.”

She shakes her head at the grin on Y/N’s lips. Kate pulls her into a sweet kiss, holding her steady so she wouldn’t stumble too much during it. Y/N’s fingers play with Kate’s hair while they spend a good few minutes on the porch, kissing each other.

When they finally pull away, Y/N tightens her hold around Kate’s neck and leans her cheek to her shoulder, craving to be as close to her as possible. Even though Kate should be leaving soon so Wanda and Natasha don’t catch them out on their porch together, she tightens her hold as well, just as desperate to feel the warmth on her body.

“Your mums might wake up.” Kate’s voice is quieter due to being pressed against the top of Y/N’s head. “They aren’t supposed to see us.”

“I know.” Her voice is whiny, she really doesn’t want to leave this moment.

Chuckling, Kate pulls away slowly, giving Y/N one more kiss before opening the door with her keys. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hands the keys to Y/N, who is pouting by the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N’s is much lower now that the door open. She knows her moms wake up to the smallest of sounds. “Sleep well.”

“Good night, babe.” Kate walks back to her car, and the door closes.

Natasha stares at her phone screen, where the Ring doorbell camera feed is still going, while Wanda is looking at her wife’s face. “She’s dating Kate.” She states.

“She’s dating Kate.”

The two stay quiet as they sit on their couch, empty breakfast plates on the small table in front of them. One full plate is waiting on the kitchen table, it’s for Y/N once she finally wakes up.

“She was out drinking.” Natasha mumbles, closing her phone and putting it away. She rubs her face with a sigh. Her daughter isn’t supposed to be out drinking with her girlfriend yet.

“She isn’t too far from being able to drink legally.” Wanda has a pointed look, letting Natasha know she heard her thoughts. “I’m not liking the drinking part, but I guess she’s old enough to date?” The sentence comes out as a question. Truth to be told, she’s thinking the exact same thing Natasha is. In her mind, Y/N is still their little girl.

Natasha turns to look at her, by the look of her face, it’s clear she doesn’t believe Wanda. “It’s one thing to be dating and another to be hiding it from us. How long have they been together anyway?”

“Long enough to say I love you.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down at all.”

Shrugging, Wanda leans her back fully to the couch. She’s biting the inside of her cheek. It’s not that she has never wondered about Y/N dating someone, but now that the scenario is actually reality, she doesn’t know how to handle it. Especially since Y/N has been clearly hiding the relationship from them.

“I mean, we need to talk to her,” she runs her hand through her hair, “and Kate too.”

“Oh yeah. I want to know what her intentions are.” Natasha huffs before turning towards the stairs, hearing a door open and close.

Slow steps start coming towards the living room. When Y/N steps into the living room, she tries to clear up her face from the fatigue and hangover she’s feeling, which obviously doesn’t go unnoticed by the two. “Morning.” She mumbles with a small smile.

“Good morning.” Wanda and Natasha’s gaze follow Y/N as she picks up her plate and goes to sit at the dining table. “Could you come eat in the living room.”

With a frown, Y/N puts the chair back in it place and plops down to a loveseat next to the couch. “What’s up?” She starts nibbling her food, her appetite not entirely there because of last night’s activities.

“We,” Natasha glances at Wanda, “saw something interesting today.” Y/N hums, not getting where she is going with this. “This something was recorded by the Ring camera, on our front door.”

It takes a while, but after a moment, Y/N’s eyes widen and her whole face turns warm. She was too drunk to remember the camera on their doorbell yesterday, but now, everything that happened on that porch is rushing back to her memories. “Right.” She sets her plate to the table, clearing her throat. Her eyes avoid the burning haze of her mothers’.

“Would you like to tell us anything?”

“Hm, I-“ she opens and closes her mouth. The right words for this kind of situation aren’t coming to her mind. “Me and Kate are dating?” Her voice is high pitched as she kets out an uncomfortable laugh at the end of her sentence.

”How long?”

“Like,” she plays with her fingers, “nine months.”

“Nine?” Natasha’s brows fly up her forehead. “You two have been dating for almost a year and you haven’t told us.”

“Why did you keep it a secret?” Wanda asks.

“We haven’t even got a chance to talk to Kate about this!”

“This is something we’re supposed to know as your parents.”

“Hiding things in th-“

“This is why I didn’t tell you!” Y/N interrupts her moms’ ramblings. “Because you’re so protective and you’d scare her away.” She slumps her body on the seat, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at the wall near her, too nervous to look at her parents.

Wanda and Natasha turn to look at each other, as if they have no clue what their daughter is talking about. “We don’t scare people away.” Natasha scoffs.

“Yes you do! You interrogated my first crush so much she stopped talking to me completely.”

“We thought she changed schools.”

“Because you two would’ve probably killed her if you knew what actually happened.” She rolls her eyes. Her moms don’t dare to argue against that, both knowing that’s most likely true. “I just-“ she sighs, “I love, Kate. I don’t want her to leave because you two scare her away.”

Tilting her head, Wanda leans her body closer to grab Y/N’s hand. “Okay, we know we can be a bit overprotective sometimes,” Y/N gives her a look, “fine, most of the times, but you are still our little girl and we want to keep you safe.”

“Which means we need to meet Kate.”

“Fine, but you can’t interrogate her.” She stares at Natasha with a pointed look, challenging her mother, and Natasha never backs down from a challenge.

“We need to know what her intentions are.”

“If you do, you three can’t be alone, I’ll be there with you when you ask these questions.”

“Okay, we get to ask any questions we want.”

“You can ask two questions and then we’re going to my room.”

“Eight.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at the back and forth argument, but lets them settle it on their own.

“Five, and the questions go through me first.”

With a slight grin, Natasha nods, she’s oddly proud of her daughter’s ability to negotiate. “Alright, but the door needs to be open then centimeters and you can’t be here alone, one of us has to be home.”

Y/N groans at the rules, but accepts them, she knows those rules are nonnegotiable. “Fine,” she mumbles, “if she runs away after this I’ll be mad at you forever.” She says while standing up, ready to go back to her room to ask Kate over.

“If she runs away she isn’t right for you!” Wanda calls out after her.

“Blahblahblah.” She mumbles too quietly for the two women to hear before closing the door after here. There is a slight smile on her face either way, she’s kind of glad the most important people in her life can finally meet each other.

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raineydays411 · 10 months

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My Fathers' Daughter pt 13

Hello everyone! Can I just say thank you to everyone for the love and support! Thank you everyone for sticking by me while I took a break. Thank you everyone for the kind messages and ideas. I'm the type of person that needs positive reassurance so really, it's you guys that are the reason I returned to writing.

For the first time in months you felt at peace.

Ironically, it was when you were shoved in a stinky backseat of a dirty taxi. But you were in a stinky taxi with people you truly love.

And Dopinder.

But even he's better than being in that house right now. Anything truly is.

"Hey" A soft voice breaks your thoughts, you turn from where you're looking out the window.

Peter was gazing at you with concern in his eyes. He had his own reservations about coming to get you, that's why Wade had decided to kidnap him. But seeing you, practically throw yourself into him and cry?! He didn't need any more convincing than that.

One thing Y/n Stark does not do is let people see her cry.

"Are you okay?" He asks, knowing that you're not but he knows that you won't tell him if he doesn't ask.

You take a look into his eyes, seeing concern. Then from the corner of your eye you see Wade turn his head an inch, trying to subtly listen in without giving away the fact that he cares about you.

"I'm.." You pause, feeling a knot in your throat, " I'm just really craving a burger."

"What the dick?!" Wade screams from the front, startling all of you in the car, and causing Dopinder to swerve, " We came here for emotional support goddamn it, let us support your emotions!!"

You chuckle at the outburst, mood momentarily lifting, " You can support me by getting me something to eat outside this taxi. It reeks back here...no offense Dopi"

"Non taken Ms. Stark, I am well aware of the unpleasant scents in the back."

Dopinder makes a stop at what looks like a local burger joint in the city , allowing you and Peter to take a breath of fresh air.

Or at least as fresh as Gotham city air could be.

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Back at the Manor, Christine and Bruce are having a long overdue conversation about you and her relationship.

" I just don't understand where everything went so wrong" Christine cried, face held in her hands," I just don't"

"Perhaps when you stopped visiting her when we adopted Dick" Bruce said in a semi sarcastic semi serious voice.

Christine shot a glare to her husband, " I'm glad you find the destruction of my relationship with my daughter funny Bruce, I really do."

Bruce sighs from where he's standing, " I don't find it amusing one bit, but Christine you have to admit this situation is your fault."

"I know it is! Believe me I know" Christine shouts, " These last few months, all I've been reminded is that it's my fault!"

"But where is your accountability?" Bruce asks, " I don't hold what you did against you because it's not my place. The kids don't because quite frankly, this hasn't affected them except for Cassie who thinks you're replacing her, and Damian, who sees you sad and believes Y/n is the sole cause of it."

Christine sighs, the few months you have been in the home, she has noticed Cassie's jealousy towards you and the resentment for the situation. She's done her best to reassure her that she has enough love for the two of you girls, but she still insisted on being as far away from you as possible. Damian...Damian is young and perceptive but difficult so she isn't so worried about him.

"If Y/n just spent time with them--"

"It isn't her responsibility to reassure your children that she isn't taking you away from them. Hell Christine, it isn't her responsibility to make anything easier for you." Bruce says impatiently, " I have been holding my tongue because you're my wife above anything and I am on your side. But being a husband and on your side means that I have a responsibility to tell you when you are wrong."

"Then tell me Bruce, tell me what I'm doing wrong. Please beacause every move I make, I just mess things up." Christine cries, genuienly asking for her husbands help

Bruce looks Christine in the eye, " Well first, you have to stop forcing your motherhood on that poor girl"

He holds a hand up before Christine can say anything, " I know that biologically you are her mother, but you know as well as I do that biological relation has no meaning."

Christine nods, allowing Bruce to continue

"The child you knew is not the young lady you want to get to know." Bruce says sternly, " She has life experiences that you were not a part of, and most of all she's not looking for a mother, Christine she has one. It's just not you."

Christine bursts into tears, the weight of that statement hitting her heart. Bruce gathers her in his arms.

"You need to get to know Y/n not as the child you left behind but as Y/n. That's what all of us need to do."

Christine weeps silently in her husbands chest, truly absorbing his words.

She knows he's right. He usually is.

But it hurts her. She truly has to acknowledge the one thing she has ever been ashamed about. The one thing that she has been repressing and repressing all these years.

That she abandoned you.

She abandoned you. She abandoned you when you were six and she didn't show up to the mothers day dance.

She abandoned you when you were eight and she promise dthat she would take you to get your ears pierced and she didn't show up because of a phone call.

And she abandoned you when you were nine, and she adopted Dick.

"What I don't think I understand is why?" Bruce asked quietly.

All these years, she said it was because she was needed more at the manor rather than in New York. But why did she really?

"Why?" Christine repeats quietly, " I..."

Why did she? What on earth possessed her to do the one thing she promised she'd never do the day you were born.

"I don't know." She says, " I.. spent years, hiding this huge secret from you. Years taking back and forth trips from here to New York, pretending she didn't exist or pretending like you didn't. I just..."

Bruce hums, urging her to continue

" And seeing the disappointment every time I left and didn't take her or disappointment from Tony that I didn't choose them. " She teared up, she hadn't even thought about the pain she put that man through, " Then it was the disappointment from Dick everytime I left. It got too.."

"Too hard." Bruce finished for Christine,

" Yeah," Christine sighed, " I just wanted to stop all the lying and the double lives, but by the time it became too much...it was too deep and I was scared I'd lose it all."

Bruce stayed quiet holding his wife, "I would've hoped that you had enough faith in me to tell me"

Christine scoffed, " Please, do you really believe that at that time you would've forgiven me? Before Damian?"

Bruce sighed, " I guess not."

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As the conversation between Bruce and Christine went on, the kids were having one of their own.

"I don't understand what's so good about her anyway" Cass mumbles, " All she's done since she's been here is cause trouble"

"Yeah like any of us made Ma's life easy since we got here?" Jason spits back defending you, " Dick you didn't even talk to Ma because of your fight with Bruce, I died, Tim didn't even consider her a mother for years, Damian..is damian and hated her for months, plus is a product of Bruce cheating, and you Cass, you almost killed her before you became family."

Everyone stayed silent as Jason basically read them to filth.

"Why?" Damian asks quietly, " Why does everyone like that girl so much?"

"She's just had a hard go of it Damian, just like all of us." Dick said softly, " Think about how you felt when your mother stopped coming around. When you came here and didn't know anyone."

Damian stayed quiet.

"I know you love Mom, I do too" Dick continued, " But the hostility towards Y/n has to end. From all of us."

They stood quiet, letting the words sink in.

"I have been quite pleasant towards her actually" Jason said smugly

"Yeah cause you think with your dick and not your brain" Tim said smartly, only to receive a slap on the back of his head.

"That's my sister you fucking idiot" Jason says angrily.

Dick smiled, glad that at least one person was truly and genuinely on your side in this house, even if it's not him.

" How about we take her out?" Dick says, " Both her and Mom need some space, there's no point in her staying in that room all day and night."

Jason nods," Yeah, that's actually a good idea."

The two oldest sons rise, about to head to you room when Damian speaks up

"You won't find her there."

The boys pause and look at him

"What did you do to her you demon?" Jason says suspiciously

Damian rolls his eyes, " I've done nothing of the sort, but I saw her sneak out and leave in a taxi with an Indian man, a man in a red suit and unfortunate looking face, and a teenager in hello kitty sleeping pants."

Silence.

"Okay, if you're having a stroke please let me know so I can take you to the hospital." Tim said looking concerned.

Damian rolled his eyes again, " She left."

Jason was already barging into your room not even bothering to knock, seeing your room empty and the window open.

"Fuck."

Dick raced in after him seeing the empty room

"Well fuck."

They look at eachother, wondering who was going to tell their mother that you were gone but it was actually Damian that suggested

"Perhaps we should go after her? Mother and Father seemed rather preoccupied at the moment."

Jason looked at Dick and said, " She couldn't have gotten too far."

"Well, it has been a couple hours since she left." Damian adds

"Hours?!" Dick shouts, " Damian why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't like her." Damian rolls his eyes.

"Where's Y/n?" a voice asks

All heads turned to the doorway, seeing their father standing there.

"Um... about that."

"Find her, and you all better hope she's okay."

Everyone scrambled, either to put their suits on or to just make it out of the house.

He said that with his Batman voice.

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Back with you and the red team, as Wade took to calling you all, you all were eating burgers in the parking lot of the now closed burger joint.

" So are you going to tell us what happend or what?" Wade ask with food falling from his stuffed mouth.

You and Peter look on with disgust.

"What?" Wade asks, " Go on and tell us about your mommy issues."

You roll your eyes and look away, missing the look Peter gives to Wade for being to crass.

You get lost in thought, the argument still fresh on your mind.

It made you so angry.

Why? Why did she hide those emails?

The one thing you wanted most in this whole situation was to go home. You missed your father, your mother, the team. Your family.

Instead, she made you believe that your father just forgot about you and your family didn't miss you.

While you knew logically that was impossible, you still stood up late at night because of the doubts creeping in. You cried, longing to hear your father croon rock music while he was tinkering with something, or the soft voice of your mother as she handled some business. You missed the smell of the training room and the sound of Steve teasing whoever he chose to tourture train that day. You missed FRIDAY. The tech. Your life.

"What happened in there" Peter asked softly.

You maintain eye contact with him for about a second before looking away, feeling ashamed with your emotional state.

"I couldn't take it anymore" You said softly, "These people...they weren't... they weren't mean to me or anything but I didn't belong there."

You take a pause then continue, " It's like... I had no purpose there. You know? At home, I help dad with whatever he needs, I helped mom with the business, hell I could just take a step outside. But here? I'm either in my room or being snuck out by Jason for a few hours. I can't go into a room without killing the happy family vibe they have going on. I'm just..."

You choke up, the knot in your throat growing, "I'm just a reminder of the past. Of the life she didn't want."

Peter's eyes soften even more, he reached out a comforting hand.

"I have to be there, while she and her family are happy then I walk in and it's like I'm either a ghost or a pest." You cry tears falling from your eye, " I feel so unwanted. I've never felt this way in my life."

"Didn't your mom abandon you?" Wade asks, getting an elbow to the side by Dopinder.

That comment causes you to cry more, but before Peter can make a move Wade actually pulls you in a hug.

"Alright Alright" Wade says, " Look kid, obviously you're happy there, so how about we go find those asshole that are looking for you and take them out ourselves?"

You sniff and look up at him, " What?"

"Yeah. That's the whole reason you're here. So lets kill those motherfucker and you can go home and forget this shit hole of a city. Seriously it's disgusting here."

You chuckle wetly, " It is gross here. I thought New york was bad"

The four of you laugh, the mood finally lifting.

But good moments never last forever.

Peter's head jerks up, face shifting from amusement to concern

"Guys there's something wro-" Peter gets cut off.

"How about we make it easier for you, now you don't have to look for us." A voice says, you aren't able to see it before you feel Wades body jerk and suddenly there's a pain in your arm.

You look down and see a dart, and you're barely able to make out the blue and red dots on the building across the street before darkness consumes you and you hit the ground.

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onelocket · 10 months

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eyes on the board, milaya Fyodor D. x reader

prompting guide -- Suddenly, your vision comes to reality when you could only see him smiling at you across the classroom. “Focus.” He words out.

involves -- high school au, not 100% proofread

Afternoon classes were already done and dusted. Your sleepy eyes nagged you the whole last three periods of subjects as you forced yourself to keep it rolling, determined to finish today to just jump right to bed and shove your tired body in a warm blanket.

The mere thought of hugging a soft mattress as it releases said exhaustion away sounded and even felt comforting right now.

Ah, how your mind would love to doze off in a state of dopiness — away from responsibilities, away from life…

So why were you here instead?

“... Jeez..” You sigh, noise hardly distant from an escaping breath. As you tap your fingernails onto your wooden desk, your eyes deny to blink — afraid they'd fall defeat into a slumber in front of class.

Turns out, your little daydream just now was just a daydream.

In reality you still had this last class to sort out — which was mordantly the one you had the least interest in.

But at the same time, how could you skip class? This was the last above all your previous ones today; plus, you weren't going to be sure when your teacher would suddenly say this random lesson will be part of the upcoming exams, so you needed to attend. Even if you were painfully lacking the needed sleep.

“(Name),” The classmate next to your seat suddenly murmured, head turned to you with an on edge smile as if your solemnness affected her greater than it would to you. “If you’re planning to sleep, go ditch class by faking to use the bathroom or something…” she said, clearly irritated.

You let out an inaudible grunt at the displeasing behavior, placing both of your arms on your empty desk. Normally would you have your notebook out, but you were too tired to even write a word in such sheets.

“How does it bother you?” You whisper back, almost equally to even more pissed.

“Because we’re next to each other.” She clicks her tongue to, tapping her pen rather aggressively; yet effortlessly also being able to keep its quiet to avoid the teachers head turning.

And you swore even a simple yawn could get the teacher pointing at the said student. Not even a pen could counter it?

“And?” You nearly snarled, arms crossing each other even pressed against the desk. “It’ll rag attention!” She exclaimed loudly with her leaning to you — which ultimately grabs the class.

“Excuse me?” The teacher was quick to press on, head already turned to the class. “What will ‘rag’ attention, exactly?” They add with a rather rough tone before turning their whole body to the front, making the atmosphere drop.

Not that this teacher is rude, they were just… uncomfortable to see when mad.

“Ah- teacher..” Your classmate gasped out, her grip on the pen tightening as it deemed noticeable in your view.

But before you just sit there dumbfoundedly and admit what you knew she'd blurt to the whole class, you pick up a plan.

Leaning down a little to your desks shelf, you made sure to be slow with your moments as you grab a small purple notebook. Such notebook wasn't for this class — rather one where you draw mindless, silly doodles and write pent up rants to in school. But that won't be a problem.

If she was going to blame you, might as well pack up a lie to reduce twice a scolding in your ears.

With the corner of your eye did you notice your classmate progressively get provoked, practically growling at this point as you blench at the thought. She exclaims as she slaps her hand on the desk, “Teacher, this person beside me was about to fall asleep! In your own class.”

And while it did get you stares, you force your head to stay up and confident as you extend your fingers to let the other page of your notebook fall down, making sure it was on the ‘right’ page. “I have no idea what she’s talking about.”

It was filled with words you were so sure belonged to another topic and another subject, but nobody would know that.

“You— you were literally about to rest your head on your arms.” She says, in disbelief.

And you fight back with a tilt of your head, “I was grabbing this notebook, didn’t you see?”

“…You two, stop fighting.” Your teacher dismissed, a tired sigh trying to ease the stress; although failing as they raise their voice for all to hear, “Did any of you two see (Name) and are able to confirm their claim?” finishing before nodding their head at your classmate. “Or maybe hers.”

Silence suddenly dulled to reek the tension in your classroom. Your other hidden fist on your lap clenches itself as you hold back an annoyed noise, praying your gaze isn’t caught a glare. Even though it deliberately is one.

You didn’t exactly think anyone would vouch for you, nor would you think anyone would back up her claim. So you just sat there irritated, as so did she, her grip on her own pen in at threaten to snap it in half.

Besides, who would even want to stare at you in such hour? This was the last class of today, and everyone must be dying to call it quits and do their own thing just as you want to, right? Neither did you see yourself as one worthy to be the center of attention.

As your mind runs it’s words around with your expression painfully trying to be blank, a student who was sat on the first few rows of the class was looking intently at you.

More than the rest ever cared to.

Strands of his black hair would fall on his face as he makes a subtle tilt, eyes obscure.

They looked as tired as yours, but with how he was such a smart prodigy it’d be unlikely that his look of debility was out of need to sleep as well.

The more he stared at you in such way, the more did students pick up on it. A few swiftly nudged their friends to realize the situation, and without you even knowing, the tension grew heavier.

“Is nobody going to speak?” The teacher slits through the silence like a knife, “Then, with the lack of evidence in you twos contrasting stories- I’ll take the both of you to the office to properly sort this out.” already demanding a situation you loathed to deal with right now — that visible in your eyes the second you hear those words.

But before you nor your classmate could talk to bicker,

“I saw, teacher. (Name) was simply unhurried with their actions.” a heavy Russian accent counters through.

You find your hand slipping away from its contact on your notebook as you mouth out a gasp, eyes blinking their way to look back up at the male you hear speaking.

Though, your shock would fall into one out of relief once seeing who it was.

“Oh. Is that so…” Your teacher formed, seemingly not taken in yet by the affirm. “Mhm.” Your boyfriend — Fyodor, nods to, head turning to your teacher. “I felt something on my back, so I turned my head around to also brush my hair out of the way in case such so was the source of the itchy feeling.”

…What,

“I saw (Name) as I turned, and they were simply grabbing their notebook as she seemed to be talking to them. (Name) wasn't replying to them at all.”

What is he even saying…?

And how did it look so easy? For him to say all those things so suddenly? It's like he planned them out.

The words he explained was clearly, to you, a blatant lie. Yet you found your heart instead captivated at his effort. His voice was so soft and soothing, that accent pretty much grasping your wariness to a trash bin.

Not only did it loop you around — so did it do the same to your other classmates. Though… perhaps in a different way.

You could practically feel the weight of such uncomfortable tension swim back to a lower ground, yet rather than sparkling eyes you could only see looks out of one; or rather many, intimidated.

His voice perhaps did sound a little rougher, however you were unable to pick up on it right away since how long have you wanted to hear his voice since this period started.

But it shouldn’t really be that contrasting to hear him like that. Or perhaps it the unique accent that still threw them off-guard... it's been so long since Dostoevsky got his scholarship to your school, yet its as if their fright wouldn't agree to it.

You almost found yourself special for being the only one so accepting of him without any lie of emotion hidden within.

“Very well..” The teacher says, struggling to hide its reluctance before they cleared their throat; “I’ll still need to talk to you about this manner,” staring at your classmate before turning back to you — “but (Name), there’s no need to join the conversation unless there is something you’d like to be shared. In such case however, it’d be nice to say it now.”

“What the.. why just me?” Your classmate pressed, frustration clear in her face yet stayed sat on her desk. “Dostoevsky here hinted that you initiated the conversation.” The teacher replied, voice stern at her.

“… Please, teacher. There’s little to no reason to be so formal at your student. You call your other students by their first name, aren’t I right?” Fyodor spoke again, tilting his head a little to the teacher.

You see it visibly take the older person off-guard, as if Fyodor was some villain to be locked up to. Was it the voice.. no, you shouldn’t always think about his voice- well, as much as you personally liked hearing it. Was your teacher also still so intimidated?

But still… why react so violently? You couldn’t help but think, the palm of a hand resting on your chin as you watched the conversation, ignoring your angry classmate.

“Why.. well, sorry Fyodor. I'm just extremely stressed.” They make up with, which was honestly horrible. To who falls for that reeks with naivety — Even you knew your boyfriend would laugh at that reply.

But you also knew he wouldn’t show it, remaining polite to the teacher as he simply nodded it out, leaving the classroom quiet again.

As if you thought things were forming into a better shape, that decision made todays period even worse.

You softly grunt, and albeit you were safe from the scolding, you still technically got one right now. Without Fyodor in class, worser things would’ve happened. And your mind didn’t want to comprehend it.

Your eyes narrow as your head came back to the blackboard, your teachers continuation of blabber slowly turning muffled in your ears as you stared at your boyfriend. Though your teacher took quite the awkward approach with continuing the lesson, you had to admit.

Setting aside the thought, your head started to drown in your back and forth questions as you pondered on how to thank Fyodor later. Speaking like that and spewing out a lie so quickly must’ve been so difficult to find reason to actually act on.

It being ‘hard’ wouldn’t really match the description — you’ve seen your lover do and speak many things you knew yourself would never lift a finger to, so now only made you wonder why he did it.

Of course, it could just be out of love for you, but to have Fyodor keen onto a simple motivation as that sounded off. To lie in front of the class without even being sure that it’d work? What if another student was watching you and counterattacked his lie with a fact..

Suddenly, your vision comes to reality when you could only see him looking at you across the classroom.

“Focus.” He words out, his purple eyes boring into yours.

But for some reason, you didn’t find it intimidating. They felt… concerned for you.

No- concerned would be an overstatement. It would be.

Yet you can’t push back the thought of him worried for you either.

You smile at him, head tilting a little to your palm. You reply back with your own mouth forming a silent word, “Sorry.” earning a small smile from him before he turns his head to the board, your head jolting to follow it.

You still failed to actually understand a word of what your teacher meant, but to see your loving boyfriend, Fyodor, all so focused and noting down with such effortless charm kept you glued to the front of the class.

To see Fyodor was all there mostly was to it, who you didn’t share a lot of subject periods with. Even if you had the most valid reason to skip this class, you'd stay just to see his back even if what came with it was… oh, right — thousands of words and whatnot in front of the board you had yet to note down.

“…How annoying.” You grumble quietly, placing your arm down as your other hand held onto your pen, tip aimed at the paper. You lied earlier to get away from punishment, so you now had to act like it. You had to have your eyes on the board,

“Milaya.”

Your body jolts at the sudden call, head immediately tilting up to see the man you love to be in front of you. He was smiling softly with his hands on your desk, an expression you'd melt for over and over again.

“…Um, y-yeah Fyodor?” You reply, a sheepish smile on your face. “I’m sorry. I zoned out a little.”

Before you even knew it, classes were over. Perhaps it was the sudden attack of motivation that made time feel quick, but in the end you were glad all's done.

And luckily did you not have to deal with a trip to the office unlike some unlucky girl.. really, what was her problem?

“Are you that tired?” He sighed out, tapping a finger on your desk. “Class is over. You’re not in charge of cleaning today, correct?”

“Yeah.” You reply, your shamefaced smile turning into a calmer one now.

Actually, since you did think about it, perhaps now would be a good time to thank him. Not like it’d be appropriate to say thank you tomorrow when he clearly helped you out today.

“Actually, Fedya..” So you whisper, hoping nobody heard your nickname for him in wishes not to embarrass him. “May we walk home together today?” You engage to, hoping that time to properly thank him.

“Of course, (Name).” He replied, a finger brushing your hair off your face with that same smile. “Grab your stuff now, we can’t stay in this classroom forever while they clean.”

“Oh- right!” You heaved out, head immediately down to look at your notebook. Quickly did you do as told, practically sliding your bag to your shoulder as you stood up, Fyodor beside you silently.

You didn’t have time to put your notebook inside, so you just held onto it as you two exited the room. He didn’t seem to mind either — although you two end up sharing a hand in hand as you walked the corridors, not that secretive of the relationship, however not so loud about it either.

Simple public display of affections like these in school warmed your heart, and you hoped his did too.

As you two walk with a comforting silence shared, a loud, masculine voice rings through the hallway as sounds of shoes clicked closer and closer to you two. And of course, it’d be nobody else than..

“Ah, Nikolai.” Fyodor greeted with a tiny tilt of his head before tilting it back with a smile. “What brings?”

“Mmhm, hi- I need to borrow you for a second.” Nikolai replied rather excitedly as if holding back his impatience, his larger hands immediately flying up to hold one of your boyfriends.

You take the hint and let go of Fyodor’s hand, to which, you see the same hand twitch in reply, but nonetheless find nothing else to take notice of.

“Oh! Right, (Name)!” Nikolai suddenly says with the surprise evident in his voice, as if he didn’t see you. Well, you knew that’s not exactly what he’d think of, but still.. he’s rather, jumpy about something, isn’t he?

“Y-yes Nikolai?” You reply hurriedly, a smile covering your confusion as you press your notebook closer to your chest.

“May I borrow your lovely boyfriend for a sec? Pretty please?” He scoots closer to you as he spoke, beseech and solicit tones apparent in his voice. You let out a fake, helpless sigh, shrugging a little. “Not my choice to make. It’s his.”

“Aw. You know he barely says no to you.” He sighed with a small pout as if defeated. “My chances are less now..” He sulked out whilst you and Fyodor find each other chuckling, Fyodor talking back however. “Please. If it’s so important that it made you run to us, where’s the room to decline?”

“Aha- I knew that'd get you!” Nikolai applauds to with a galvanizing turn of his head to your lover, a smirk crystal-clear of mischief, but you did not dare to question. Besides, you knew this man for his tease and joke, and you presumed Fyodor did too. Well, they are close after all.

“Come, come; it won't take you long~” The taller boy releases his grip on Fyodor's hand, a calm expression on said guy as if he was used to that cheeky look on Nikolai's face with that gesturing motion to follow him. Fyodor gave a nod to Nikolai as he hummed, however turning his head to you.

“Milaya. If it's about what I did earlier, then don't wait for me. There is no need,” Fyodor tells you, leaning in to press a soft kiss on the edge of your lip.

The second his lips met your skin felt like you reading his cute little love letters to you — short, sweet and anticipatingly taunting. Taunting to your poor little heart as it easily flusters from it.

You give your lover a quiet laugh as he leans back, Nikolai staring at you two without a word, just a smile you couldn't read.

You wanted to say something, but would it really be fine to flirt in front of his best friend? Said dude would name you two as cheesy love doves, you knew.

So you simply nod before giving a small wave, Nikolai taking that sign as to grab Fyodor's hand and walk the opposite direction of the hallway. Fyodor turns around as he walked, replying to you with a small smile before he completely allows the well-known school clown to take him away, leaving you stood there.

“...He knows what he's doing.” You finally sigh out with your stiff shoulders relaxing, to which you actually never realized of them being that way. That kiss, albeit sweet, told you a lot, you knew your lover knew this mark.

So rather than leaving as he 'claims' he wanted you to do, you find your heel turning around and almost scurrying somewhere else — where, might that be?

Why, another classroom.

It was still in the same floor, only difference is that this was an old club room which was now empty; given how no new club proposition took this space.

Of course, it was advised by the teachers not to use this room so often. While it was open, it's not a free space for 'you folks'. You still couldn't help but giggle at the remembrance of that one teacher calling you and the students such a term, especially with his accent. Ridiculous, you thought.

But this was also the only room you can go to. Those who were in charge of cleaning must still be doing their task.

You almost lazily sit on the chair which was already set up, desk to accompany it. Somebody must've also broken the rule of not hanging out here, yet that doesn't bother you right now. Putting your bag to the side of the chair, you put down your purple notebook on the wooden desk as you pout, staring at the empty cover.

“Telling me not to wait for you... am I not your partner to have the right?” You ask, pretending as if the notebook was him. Well, the purple hue did match his eyes. And he didn't deserve the light scolding, so you just threw it on some inanimate object.

Sliding your arm down on the desk did your hand swing around on the opposite side, your cheek leans down to press on the crook of your elbow as you yawn quietly, eyes still on the cover.

But the sight of something green catches your eye.

A little brighter because of the afternoon light shining through those open windows, but definitely green nonetheless. And it was none other than the blackboard in front of the classroom — a few walks away from you.

“Mm, what would've happened if I still had the energy to focus earlier?” You mutter to yourself, eyes focused on the dry paint. “I mean.. would I have heard him back up for me? That was still really kind of him.”

Yet the lack of people in the room left you to simply stare. The longer you stared, the more your eyes wanted to tease you too — as if replaying a sight of your teacher nudging nonsense and writing so loudly on the board. But of course, since you weren't focusing half of the lesson, you couldn't remember what was actually written on it.

You probably should head home by now... but you also couldn't shake off the thought of walking home with Fyodor. Of course were there some days you two have to leave alone, but that kiss really got you clingy.

“I knew you'd be here.” Suddenly, a soft, almost gentle voice whispers behind you, as if behind your ear.

You immediately turn your head at this — eyes a little wide before you took realization to who it was. Thankfully, it was just Fyodor.

Your head makes a quick turn, seeing his bag already beside yours and classroom doors suddenly shut. You didn't even hear noise shuffle around... how did he get here so quietly? Alas, he ends up grabbing a seat to sit in front of you as you just watch, lifting your head up.

“And how would you know? You probably checked every classroom in this floor.” You joke out, smiling at your lover as he returns it. “If that's how you'd like to put it.” He replied, leaning in. “Really, did you want to walk home with me that eagerly?”

“Well, you know I always do.” You say as you push your seat away, earning you enough space to stand up. Before he makes the move you knew he'd do, you slide your notebook swiftly on the shelf under the desk, not wanting him to see the little doodles of his back that you drew to find some solace in these sleepy classes.

“I apologize then, milaya.” Fyodor whispers, his eyes following your move as you find yourself sitting on the desk, in front of him. A chuckle leaves his lips as he tilts his head, however not muttering a word as you shift around, making sure your legs didn't hit him.

“Yeah, do apologize.” You sigh out, although intent lighthearted and playful as you lean in, pressing your fingers on his silky black hair. You take his loving gaze as consent as you play with his hair, both of you exchanging a warm smile.

“But do enlighten me, (Name). Just what was on your notebook?”

“Oh. I didn't think you'd ask...” A peachy paint on your cheeks as your eyebrows furrow.

You weren't mad of course, and to be fair — if the positions would switch, you'd ask the same thing. Fyodor hums, “That notebook must be important, right? If you do not wish to tell, that is fine as well.”

“Ah, not exactly.” You pucker your lips to for a fleeting moment, keeping your affectionate stare. You twirl a strand of his hair, tilting your head. “It's just a little embarrassing. I wouldn't call it some sort of sketching notebook, but it's just mostly filled with drawings of your back.”

“Why my back, milaya?”

“Because that's all I see in class.” You pout out.

“...Adorable.” He replied with a sweeter smile, as if holding back a giggle. “Come here,” Fyodor coos, his hands meeting your hips to slowly, almost a little too slowly guide you to fall down on the desk to sit on his lap.

You comply, however a little startled at first. You never took him to be the kind to want public displays of affection.. neither did you ask about it though, so maybe you were wrong?

“If you be good next time and focus in class, I'll let you borrow me from my studying to be your reference as much as you'd like.” Fyodor whispers with his one hand meeting your cheek, caressing it lightly.

“Really?” You ask a bit excitedly, hands pressed on his shoulders. He had to admit to himself, the sight was really adorable. Some of your hair fell on your face, and you held onto him like you two weren't inside a classroom. “I said only if you're good.” He tuts.

“You tease.” You huff out, cheeks puffing a little to decorate. Fyodor hummed, “You accept every last one of it though, don't you?” resulting in you rolling your eyes and lean in to press a kiss on his lips.

The seconds feel like minutes as your lips met, Fyodor moving his hands to carefully wrap on your waist as the afternoon sky radiates on each of yours skin, eyes shut and simply indulging in the moment.

Yet to surprise, it is you who pulls away first.

You take this moment to stay where you're positioned at and look down at his face, which had a very soft, subtle light of red. You found it endearing. Perhaps your actions also moved his heart more than you'd assume.

You wanted to say something, but before you could even voice out a word from your open lips — he surprises you with a lean in, peppering kisses all over your cheeks. It made you dumbfounded for a good moment, the blush on your face never failing to escape now as you press your own hand on his cheek, softly giggling like his lips tickle.

“Hey... what are you doing, Fedya?” You coo, soft exhales leaving you at the feeling of amenity from his kisses. Barely does he initiate it, which led you to easily melt whenever he does. You could feel his lips meet a smile as he kept kissing your soft skin, “I wasn't done kissing you yet.” to which only caught you to melt even more.

“You really don't have to try being this cute, don't you...” You mutter out before silently sitting there on his lap, closing your eyes while you drink in his love.

Eventually did you wrap your hands around his neck, allowing him more room for you to kiss as a sight suddenly clicks to you.

The corner of your eye would catch the girl who tried to wreck chaos to you earlier, seemingly walking after a trip to the office. You couldn't catch her expression, but you just knew she was pissed.

Minutes had already passed since the allotted school dismissal anyway. Not many students were around anymore. She could've left school early if she just didn't bother with your own issue.

You didn't want to stop his kisses, but seeing her made you had to with a gentle pat. He takes the note and stops, however still holding you.

“What's wrong?” Fyodor asks, earning a turn of your head. “Oh... just saw 'her'. She still really annoys me.” You grunt out quietly like an angry kid, looking down as he finds it cute with a laugh.

At least, you would've thought so.

“Did she irritate you that much? My, sweet milaya — I say you should give her less weight she might feel on her shoulders.” Fyodor suddenly remarks, making you feel a little puzzled. Why was your own boyfriend on her side?

Your eyebrows furrow, “Hey, if you thought your guessing lie was wrong, you were right you know? She talked to me first.” backing up your situation with a frown. Your head moves to look at him as he smiled, one hand petting your soft hair. “It wasn't a guess, milaya. I knew she likely talked to you first.”

“Huh.. how come?” You question, “Do you know her?” a bit of jealousy seeping in your head.

The look you briefly had on was cute. It made him even more satisfied.

“No. The only thing I know about her is that I set up a few things throughout her day today, just to make her all irritated and get her angry at the smallest of things. An example answered my bet in luck by you feeling sleepy this afternoon.”

...Huh??

“..Wait- Fedya, what?” You mutter through a confused expression, “You... why did you do all of that?”

“Mm, don't worry. They were all harmless, and she's physically untouched by such schemes.” Fyodor explains further as if you asked him to, tilting his own head a little. “And I did that... because I wanted your embrace, milaya.”

Your embrace? But he's already getting it right now.

“Am I not giving you such so?” You end up asking, fingers tapping on his shoulder. “And besides, isn't us holding hands already an embrace? As you take me home?”

“My. I foresaw a lot of things, but not your endless questions.” He sighed out, one hand grabbing onto one of your own to press a gentle, almost teasing kiss that led your shoulders to shiver. “I'll be honest with you, do you think we truly get enough time for ourselves when we walk home?”

“When we...” You trail out, your own head following to find an answer to his question.

While it is true you two hold hands throughout the walk, and how you'd give him puppy-like kisses as he leaves you to your doorstep like the gentleman he is — Fyodor is kind of right. He doesn't always get to hang out at your home due to his studying, and you both barely show this much affection in school; now being an only exception.

Wait... now being an only exception. So did that mean he planned all of he said just to get you cradling yourself on him?

“...Are you kidding me?” You end up sighing with an amused smile, Fyodor seemingly glad as he also had one smile of a similar nature. You shake your head, squeezing his hand before letting go of it. “All of that, just for us to end up like this?”

“You'll embarrass me if I say so.” He cooed like a sad boy, you laughing as pink switched your peach. “You're smart, Fyodor, but this is proof that too much smarts can be a little too much.”

The two of you were met in a brief silence as you simply stare at him, your intertwined hands staying as so.

You could stay in this moment forever.

“Y'know.. you don't have to plan around if you just want my embrace.” You start whispering, scooting closer to his lap so both of your chests touched. “I know we can't always show this much affection in school, but you involved a random classmate.” Rather than an explanation did your words sound like a scolding, as if Fyodor didn't know that.

He hummed, “Wasn't my only idea, milaya. Nikolai had a part in planning this too,” smirking a little but kept his expression hidden by guiding your head down to his shoulder, allowing him to press his lips on the side of your head.

You comply to his touch, securing your arms better so you were now leaning on your.. new pillow. You couldn't see his face this way, but it was fine.

“And I bet him calling you earlier was a plan to make me feel touch-starved.” You mumble.

“But doesn't this repay it, (Name)? Or is it lacking for you?” Fyodor teased, his voice making sure that you knew. “Oh, whatever. Just ask next time when you want my embrace.”

Silence met your words at first, the soft wind adding more comfort to the secret little situation you two got going on right now.

Fyodor knew you two should really get going by now, but with a simple glance by the school gate with the help of the window beside you two, as long as the guard was still on his phone, perhaps Fyodor can keep indulging himself in your warm touch that he'd been needy for too long.

A soft chuckle amuses itself as he simply replied, “Okay.” leaving the afternoon colors do all the talk for now as he softly squeezes your body, placing another kiss on your hair.

And just like that, you really couldn't get your focus to have your eyes on the board now.

⚘

#krei promptfics #bsd dostoevsky #bsd imagines #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor imagines #bsd fyodor #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd #krei headcanons #fyodor x reader #fyodor bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs fyodor

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skubean · 1 year

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Hii! So I really liked your ren piano one, it was so sweet and cute :D

But may I request a (anyone) with a streamer s/o who likes to tease them both on and off camera?

hello, anon! i'm really sorry this took a while ඞ i was feeling sick the past few days and didn't really have the energy to do anything, but all is well now! i took some time thinking of who i wanted to write for and decided to do doppio, since he's been getting on my list lately ksksksk i hope it's fine btw! initially planned to write for multiple but i was worried i'd be repetitive, so hope you liked this one!

teasing them on and off stream! (streamer! reader x doppio dropsycthe)

notes: we'll pretend that dopi's model is like his actual self, and reader is a 'flesh'tuber, so there will be physical appearances of dopi (if that makes sense LMAOAOAO), female reader, fluff, slightly suggestive, also imagine this as if twitter or social media isn't as toxic as it is today and that relationships are openly accepted in the world of streamers hddhkshka

in the world of streaming, people already knew that xsoleil's duke of discipline was a taken man. and the one who stole his heart was none other than the internet's beloved streamer, y/n! it was never planned for the both of you to publicly announce your relationship, but it never really ceased the fans' constant shipping. they knew, even before y'all went public. there were numerous times when your name would be trending on twitter, or when your clips would go viral out of the blue. and for doppio, he was none other than a proud bf who is happy seeing the love of his life striving. even after announcing your relationship, the both of you never really appeared on each others' streams as often as people would expect, mainly because you would be streaming at the same time. however, today, was a little different. dopi told you that he had the day off and was going out to run some errands, and you also busied yourself getting ready for stream. when you clicked 'live', you greeted your viewers as usual. "hi, everyone! hope y'all doing great today as usual!", you started the stream on a cheery note. you were doing a just chatting stream since it's been a hectic week and wanted to spend some time with your viewers, so you decided to answer some of their questions. that is, until you saw a familiar name in chat. doppio dropscythe: i heard you're head over heels for your bf! he must be a lucky guy to have such a pretty girl. you chuckled, and read the chat out loud. "hi, pio", you said softly before noticing how fast chat was going. "i guess i am pretty down bad for my bf, i mean, he is a hot guy. couldn't be you though", you teased, knowing damn well that said hot guy was the one in your chat. "come home soon, pio. i was thinking of doing something special today, just for you, but you said you had stuff to do", you dramatically exclaimed, as you let out a fake sniffle. not long after that, the door to your room burst open and a very sweaty, out of breath doppio was standing there, face flushed and hair messy. you yelped from the sudden outburst and laughed seeing him. "jeez, chat, look who came running back home!", you panned the camera so that it was showing a bit of doppio as you saw him come closer to you before engulfing you in a hug. you tried pushing him away since he was all sweaty, but he looked you in the eyes, activating his puppy eyes before saying, "baby, where's my special surprise?". you gasped when he attacked your face with kisses and had to push him away. (clearly both of you forgetting that you're live) when you looked back on screen, the chat was going so fast that you couldn't even read it. you let doppio sit next to you as you spent a couple more minutes talking before finally ending the stream, fully aware that twitter was gonna be flooded with the both of you. let's just say, he pounced on you as soon as you ended stream and lifted you onto your shared bed. it was hot. the way he looked so impatient as if he was waiting for you to do something. you chuckled, and wrapped your arms around his neck . "what are you waiting for, baby? you look like you're in a hurry", you pulled him in for a kiss, and as the kiss got more heated, you pulled away and pushed him aside, leaving the tall man flabbergasted. "y/n!", doppio sat on the bed and flashed his puppy eyes again, hoping that you would sit back on bed with him. but instead, you laughed at him and walked away. "you're gonna have to try harder than that". doppio sighed in defeat. he was gonna chase after you until he heard you from the shower. "that is, if you come and join me, and i might give you your surprise" never in this man's life had he ever stripped so fast. later that day, twitter was flooded with fanarts of the both of you and 'the ship has sailed' trending with clips of you both everywhere.

a/n: fuck it, i didnt really know how to approach this but in my head all i can think of is sexy pio HSKAHSSHKA but i didn't wanna make this as nsfw as i initially intended to do, and i probably didn't even show much of the teasing aspect HDKSHAD im sorry

#doppio dropscythe #the way i always have to double check to make sure his name is spelt right #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanj x reader #doppio dropscythe x reader #xsoleil x reader #doppio dropscythe fluff

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eddiesghxst · 6 months

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Eddie and reader who are enemies and cant stand each other she hates his flirty attitude and dopiness and eddie hates her short fuse and the fact he thinks shes the prettiest girl he’s ever seen

And one night him, harrington wheeler and buckly are drunk and walking the streets of hawkins and it comes to their attention that the new burlesque club has opened up and they think why not find some entertainment i mean who doesnt like pretty girls dancing to good music

Reader whos finally found a way to maybe just maybe make her way out of hawkins and showcase her talent on stage to whoever might be watching

The lights drop and she walks out onto stage a mic in hand and starts singing ‘tough lover’ and eddie swears hes never felt so light headed, maybe its the fact his drunk maybe its the fact there are so many pretty girls around and he doesnt know what to do with himself

Untill the lights pick back up and eddies heart drops when he notices that the pretty girl thats got him feeling so high is the same pretty girl that hates his guts…. And shes half naked

Readers loving the attention until she shes a few friends of hers and that stupid munson and his pretty fucking eyes sitting right at the table in-front of the stage she swore was empty before she walked on stage

But the show must go on and eddie swears hes never been so hard

🎸annon

Got bored and brain full of ideas hope you don’t mind lovely 🫶🏻

Also The way i dream to work in a burlesque lounge but have no coordination what so ever but a girl can dream

OHHHHHSHDVEJSBDKWTDBF

LITERALLY ME RN, IM EATING THIS UP

MARK MY WORDS I AM WRITING THIS. I LOVED THE MOVIE BURLESQUE THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOMENT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR OMFG UR A GENIUS STINK

and what if at the next gig corroded coffin has at the hideout, the gang drags you along (because they don’t know about the little feud you and eddie have going on) and eddie ends the show with a cover of the song reader danced/sang to and and and🫠

#🎸 anon #AGAIN #UR MIND #SMOOCHES FOR U #rachie’s moots 🫧#ask #wips

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skulls-soul · 1 year

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Warning Some intoxicated luigi

Second warning cuz I am to lol (my writing will probably be wac I’ll fix it when I wake up)

Now for the scene

Luigi was coming Back to his mansion from a long night at the casino, he was working at the cards table, shuffling the deck with cool tricks as he distracts everyone from finding out that he’s counting the cards. Successfully, causing the casino to keep a bunch of their gamblers money.

Except this night Luigi walks in giggling and stumbling to the door as his friend Daisy, (who was also working at the casino that night to help out, Wario and Waluigi) carries him in. king boo seeing all of this and gets concern , king boo knew that Luigi was gonna be helping out at the casino tonight he also knew that Daisy was too, and another thing that he knows about the casino is that it’s a place with a lot of ways to get intoxicated although what he doesn’t know is why his partner is in such a state since usually he leaves getting intoxicated for special events . “ he’s all yours.” Daisy says as she passes Luigi to king boo “ what happened to him?” he responded concerned. “ somebody brought in some shit at work, and Luigi ended up accidentally taking some and now he’s high off his kites” before king boo can ask for any more information wondering how such a mixup can happen in the first place, Daisy dashes out the door, screaming something about needing to get back to the stars, and to be careful with Luigi

Speaking of his intoxicated lovers, king boo looks down at Luigi to get a better assessment of the situation,

his lover, currently is looking at him with those large wonderful ocean blue eyes and he had the slightest bit of red puffing along the bottom lid of his eyes. “ how are you feeling dear?”

Luigi’s face quickly shifts from an enamored aw into an dopy smile. Lu quickly closes the gap between one of king boo’s cheeks to his lips successfully giving the king a quick peck before grinning at him. “Wonderful, Il mio amato.”

“Really?”

“ yeah, I wouldn’t. I be in the world so little bit lagging on me not sure why, but not much I can do about that.”

“ Luigi, dear, that’s because you’re high”

Luigi looks like a boo with a puzzled face for a moment before his, seemingly not coming into a conclusion a responses with “hi”

king boo merely shakes his head, a fond smile making an appearance on his face. Luigi always had a Way with getting himself in unlikely situations this one being no exception

“KB can you cook for me?”

king boo was brought to the attention of his beloved boyfriend when he spoke quickly taking notice the slight puppy dog look forming on his face

it was downright adorable, and made the kings heart melt

So this is how king boo spent his late night/early morning

Taking care of his beloved boyfriend, as well as enjoying the antics that his boyfriend partaken

It Is severely enjoyable, to see Luigi like this. King boo finds himself thinking.

Throughout the night in Luigi goes into an absolute, laughing fit at every joke. He makes that he deems worthy of such a reaction. Because of this king, boo finds himself, laughing hysterically alongside Luigi many times.

Luigi also found humming to himself almost constantly if there is any moment of silence, it is soon to be filled with his cheerful tune

When king boo found himself in the kitchen, preparing to cook for luigi king boo also found himself watching Luigi circle back-and-forth to the pantry and the fridge several times merely in order to find out what he would like

At some point king boo had a slight heart attack after seeing Luigi clumsily fall onto a pile of blankets and pillows

another fit of giggles escapes Luigi, as king boo nonexistent shoulders, sag in relief Luisi find some self stemming a lot throughout his trip

King boos favorite had to be when Luigi did a little dance in celebration of when the food was finish

After eating and drinking plenty of water as well as getting comfortable in his little blanket, pile, king boo, cuddles and close to hold Luigi well he almost instantly falls asleep

This is all I have for now I am quite literally fall asleep at the seams, so I’ll be back to edit this later :3

#luigi #luigi nintendo #king boo #king boo nintendo #Booigi #king boo x luigi #king boo and luigi #luigi and king boo #luigi x king boo

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Since no one writing stuff for my man Arygle amma request something.

Arygle with a partner who basically likes doing his hair (I choose the first idea that came to mind)

He deserves so much love

He's just perfect in every way

Cartoons played on the tv as Argyle sat between his boyfriends legs, eyes closed as he felt (name)s gentle fingers rake along his scalp and play with his hair, soft braids and such added to the long strands as the stoner enjoyed his pizza.

"You have such pretty hair" (name) commented as he added another braid, kissing the man's scalp as he did so "so soft and pretty"

Argyle gave a dopy grin as he looked up at his boyfriend "thanks babe, you got some pretty radical hair yourself" he stared at the other love struck as (name) smiled softly at his boyfriends words "oh! I made you something in woodshop class!" (Name) said suddenly and got up and ran to his room, coming back with a well made wooden comb "you're always complaining about your hair getting tangled so I made you this!" (Name) said with pride and watched as Argyle in all his high glory stared at it like it was the most important thing ever.

"It even has my name!" He said excitedly as he showed (name) who smiled, happy he enjoyed it "yeah it does!"

"Babe... You gotta brush my hair with this"

"Of course 'gyle" (name) said as they got comfortable again, returning to their previous activities.

#stranger things x male reader #stranger things x reader #argyle x male reader #Argyle x reader #fluff

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abloodycrow · 9 months

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I can't stop thinking about (and yes this may be included in something I'm writing) Reggie stumbling across Carrie when she's hiding away and actually letting her emotions out. He just starts speaking to her and asking her what's up and she spills how she's always trying to impress her dad, but it never really works, all she hears from him is 'only love' and then he's gone for two weeks again.

Reggie, ever the charmer he is, tries to make her feel better and starts complimenting her and even says 'you look cute when you cry' instantly realising his dumb choice of words he's then like 'n-not that I- not that I want to see you crying again! No, no you shouldn't have to cry' and Carrie is actually just a little bit smitten by his dopiness.

... And then there's Julie, Luke and Alex who are wondering where Reggie is until he shows up with a calmed down Carrie

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #carrie wilson #reggie peters #idk i just feel like carrie would actually enjoy the silly things reggie says

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lyn-js · 1 month

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One Step at a Time | Prologue

Calvin Evans x OC Reader

Summary: Everything in Ava Mason's life was what you call normal. She has a steady job as a lab tech at Hastings, has a beautiful bungalow in Sugar Hill, and sometimes babysits her friend Harriet's kids. But that all changes when social services show up at her doorstep with, her 2-year-old niece Delilah. Ever since then, it has been keeping you from your job, going to work late, and leaving when everyone else has gone home. But a certain chemist wants to know why a lab tech is staying late.

Warning: Angst, swearing, mentions of drug & alcohol abuse, dysfunctional family, mentions of adoptions & being put into foster care, and a whole lotta fluff.

(This story is kind of based on what actually happened in Lessons in Chemistry. But no dying. We need to keep one of Lewis's characters alive.)

I also do not own any characters in Lessons in Chemistry except for my character Ava Mason.

Walking up to the sounds of little feet padding into your room, you couldn’t ever want to trade that sound in for the world. Fluttering your eyes open, you can see the little girl waddling her way to your bead, for how far her feet can take her. You can also see her hair sprawled out in different directions, and a dopy smile on her face, happy to see you. You focus your attention on your niece your big golden doodle Poppy to come to trodding next to Delilah to help her stand.

“Mornin’ Aunty Ava,” she says with a cheeky grin on her face, while also trying to hide it from you. “Good morning Bunny,” you say to her. Then, the next second you lift her onto the bed, smothering her face in little kisses while she erupts into a fit of giggle. You had to stop your kisses when Poppy jumped onto the bed and sandwiches between you and Delilah. “Poppy missin’ the kisses too Aunty,” she says while still giggling. After the laughter died down, you over at the clock that was on your nightstand. Having to move some homemade drawings that Delilah made you the other day. You read that it’s 9:30. You’re Late.

Oh Shit.

You pick up Delilah and rush out of the bed, try and get her and yourself dressed, teeth brushed, and out the door. You are getting her buckled in the car and on your way to Harriet's house. When you both arrive, you see a man across the street stretching, maybe he was getting ready for a run. But after he’s done stretching you both stare at one another. It felt like you both were stuck in time like the whole world stopped spinning, and the attention was just on you and him. “Hey Ava!” you snap out of your daze and hear Harriet walking down her porch to greet you and Delilah. You wanted to see if the mysterious tall man was still there, but when you turned back around. He was gone. “Hey… Har’. I was wondering if it’s no trouble if you can watch Del again tonight. The amino’s lab is busting my butt. I need to get some more work finished-” “Hey, It’s okay. I’m happy to watch the little bun again. Plus, we're gonna have so much fun, whaddya think Del?” Hariient asks. Delilah just jumps up and down, “YAY! Hab so much fun Aunty!” you both laugh at her squealing excitement. You kneel down to Delilah’s height and kiss her cheek. “I’ll see you later Bunny. Be good for Harriet okay?” “Otay, Bye, Bye Aunty Ava!” She says waving while being carried up the porch. You give her one more wave until she and Harriet disappear into the house. You let out an exhale, start up your car again, and put it in drive.

Off to Hastings, it is.

Most of your day was spent in the lab cleaning up beakers that were once of a failed experiment, secretly correcting the mistakes some newbies made while writing their problems, and making them coffee. They can go down to the cafeteria and grab a cup, but all of the chemists butter you up with compliments “They don’t make it as you do,” or “At least you know how to make a good cup of joe than the other ladies on the staff.” You wanted to feel insulted, you wanted to speak up and say something. But you knew they would run off to Donatti and there was a high chance, you could get fired. So just keep your head down, mouth shut and be the disty lab tech. Who apparently makes good coffee?

When walking back from lunch you were walking past the secretaries room. Suddenly you hear your name being called. “Miss. Mason…Ava?” you turn around and see the head of the secretaries department, Fran Frask. “Good morning Miss. Frask,” you say to her with a tight-lipped smile and continue walking down to the lab. You knew she was going to bug you again about the pageant. But time and time again you tell her you can’t participate because you have plans that night, meaning you are having a movie night with your niece. That was the only night you could get off on time, and have some time with Deliaha.

“I hope you can still sign up for the Little Miss Hastings pageant, you know your lab is in between secretaries and you fella could use a boost for the event.” She asks “I’m sorry, but I'm not a secretary,” I say to her being a little offended because she knew for a fact that I was a lab tech. A very good one to be at that. “Well… Ya know lab techs can participate too, it’s any female support staff.” “Thank you, Fran but pageants aren’t my idea of fun,” I say to her while grabbing lab coats and passing them out on each table. “Well, what do you consider fun Ava?” she says with a little enthusiasm in her voice. “I-I like to cook and bake.” “Well ya know, let me know if you change your mind.” “I won't but thank you. Now if you don’t mind I have a lot to clean up before the chemists arrive.” You give her a small wave and a smile so she can hopefully get the hint to leave.

She gives me another little cheeky grin and points her red-colored nails at me. “I’ll put you down as a maybe.” then walking away. Why can’t your life get any easier?

Walking around the lab once again you hear men wanting more coffee, and helping out some others who need help with their equations for the expedients. When coming around to the station where you set up your coffee, you see someone who was a part of the lab walk in with a magazine, and on the front was a man holding up test tubes and seeing what was inside. He looks so familiar, but I don’t know where I have seen him before. You think to yourself, but you snap out of your thoughts and finish making the coffee. But you keep getting distracted when all of the men keep talking about the infamous Calvin Evans. “What does he have that we don’t,” one of them said out loud. Also saying he was up for a Nobel prize, “Doesn’t give him the right to take all of our supplies. I mean how much ribose does one guy need?”

Maybe this could work, maybe if you can get back some of that ribose you can finally be seen by the lab. Not seen as some female ditsy lab tech. You can finally matter in the world.

It was now after hours and you were over at the sink cleaning up some test tubes and beakers when you heard your name being called out. It was the head of the Aminos lab, Dr. Price. Just telling me to not stay later because he would get in trouble with Donatti. You just nod your head and oblige to his rules, but not listening. After everyone leaves you sneak your way out of the lab to avoid being seen by the janitorial staff and make your way over to Mr. Evans's lab.

When you reach his lab you see on his door there are cardboard signs saying “Keep out” and “Do Not Linger” but I know for a fact that I’m not keeping out, and I’m lingering. So screw your signs. You go back to sneaking in, so you take one of your bobby pins from your hair and unlock the door. Once open you can get a full view of what the infamous chemist does in here. You see records scattered all over the tables, so many loose-leaf pieces of paper with different equations and answers on them. And his lab coat hanging over a lounge chair in the corner. But you start to look around for the back room so you can find what you're looking for.

You pick another lock to the other door, you scan the shelves to find the little tiny bottles. When you finally come across the ribose, the shelves were covered from front to back with so many bottles. How many bottles does this guy need? You think to yourself. You grab a couple of bottles, lock up the doors, and seak your way back over to your lab, finish up your work, and finally head home to see your baby bunny and finally get some sleep. But what you didn’t know was when you were “sneaking” back to the lab, the best of the best secretaries Fran Frask watched you go back into the lab while she was locking up her room for the night.

Once again you wake up late, and trying fast as possible to get ready. You arrived super late around 9:00 but of course, there was traffic, and show up at almost 11. You rush up to the lab so you can get started on handing out the rest of the equipment. But you were stopped by Fran again to tell you Donatti needed you in his office. He sums up the meeting by saying that you weren’t supposed to be staying late, and if it happened again you would be let go from Amino’s lab and Hasingscompletely. Not only that but he was forcing you to compete in the pageant. You try your best to argue why you can’t participate, but of course, he threatens to fire you. That sets you back a little bit more when Fran confers you to take a picture and be put it on the bulletin board for the pageant. Can this day get any worse than it already is?

You finally make it up to the lab. But, you stop suddenly when you see a man sitting on the table holding a miniature bottle of what you assumed was ribose.

Oh No.

“Ah, there she is. The thief,” the man says in a mocking tone. I just looked at him like I didn’t know anything. “I beg your pardon?” you ask back. He hops down from the table and starts pacing back and forth. It looked like his head was about to explode. “I have been through every department, and interrogated multiple chemists. Including ones from this very lab,” he twirls his pointer finger around and then points to me. “Who say that you, Miss. Mason have a history of ruffling feathers. And also have an arrogant attitude of self-importance.” “Have you heard yourself speak Mr. Evans?” I say with raised eyebrows. “Oh, s-so you don’t deny it? I-I mean what would a secretary have anything to do with ribose, aside from selling it on the black market.”

I just look at him dumbfounded, almost looking like this crazy man has 3 heads. “I am a chemist Mr. Evans, not a secretary!” I said back to him but he was almost out the front door. “Oh, and a fibber, now aren’t we?” I drop my jaw when he walks out the door. “Oh, yes. Because there is such a high demand on the black market for monosaccharide!” “This is very disappointing! Very–- I’m disappointed Miss. Mason.” he turned the corner, and then he disappeared.

(Calvins’s POV)

You were pacing back and forth in front of Fran Frask’s desk, deciding what I should do about this unbelievable situation.

“One: My lab was unlocked last night, so I want someone to speak to janitorial and have new locks placed on the door.” I see Fran write down on her paper and nodding her head. “Two: I have calculated the cost of the missing ribose, and I want to make it clear, that will not be coming out of my budget. Three: I want the floors sterilized. At least one person entered without my authorization. And with my allergies, I cannot risk any contaminants. You understand?” You look back at her to make sure she has every little detail down to a tea. She just nods “ Yes. I’ll take care of it, Dr. Evans.” Writing the rest down.

“And lastly, I would like the secretary held accountable.” You look up to see Fran have a little smile on her lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll have her fired.”

I furrow my eyebrows a little bit, “Well… just a formal reprimand will suffice.” I see her giving the same look back at me. “I’m shocked that it was on my face. “Dr. Evans I’m shocked that it was one of my secretaries, honestly. Um, you said it was in the Aminos lab? Because that’s Mary Ann Rogers.” She tells me the woman’s name. It’s not her. “No, no, no. Her name is Ava Mason.” She looks back up at me. “Oh, she not a secretary. She’s a lab tech. Puls she should know better, she has her masters.” she looks back down scrambling around, looking for some important papers. “Her masters? In what?” “Chemistry.” Now I look a little dumbfounded at what Fran just told me. Then she asks about the “Little Miss Hastings” pageant, asking if I will be attending. I just simply ignored her and just walk out the door back up to my lab. But, I stop in my tracks to look at the bulletin board to see the contestant for the pageant. As I look in the lower corner I see the picture of the one and only Ava Mason. For some reason, she looks so frightened. Not wanting her picture to be taken, but giving a half-smile just trying to look nice.

You just simply walk away from the board and continue your journey back to your lab. Why would she want to steal some stupid ribose, and why would she be staying late? You need to get to the bottom of this, and fast.

To all of you reading this, I hope you enjoy this story. I've said this many times with other stories, but I do have big plans for these 2 characters. So, stay tuned for what's about to happen.

Reblogs are always welcome. Unless you're under 18. I will block you. and comment if you want to be added to the taglist. If I forgot anybody message me and let me know. You will be added.

Also, If I forgot anyone on the taglist message me. I will add you.

Taglist: @petersunderoos96 @mrspedropascal5683 @callsign-magnolia

dividers are by @saradika

#lewis pullman #calvin evans #lessons in chemistry #masterlist #calvin evans x reader #lessons in chemistry masterlist

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loveyou-4-life · 2 years

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𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄— thomas bordeleau

summary: Thomas never really admitted that he had feelings for his best friend. That’s until he feels the pit of pain in his stomach when he sees you getting proposed, he decides to finally let his feelings out on your weeding day.

requests are open !!

warnings: , mention of sex. mature language. reader having she/her/hers pronouns. lowercase intended.

authors note: i did another one of these because i had fun writing the last one.

materlist.

Don′t blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain′t doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be usin′ for the rest of my life.

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thomas and y/n. y/n and thomas. it was always like that, just you two against the world. for 12 years you and thomas we’re best friends, you still are.

he was older by a year so naturally he was protective of you. you guys always say your future together with each other, you went to the same schools all your life and had the same after school activities and also always had the same friends.

so went you started to date guys and he started dating and occasionally hooking up with girls, you guys never mingled in each others love lives. although when you were younger you always told each other when you had a new crush, now you two rarely talked about your that aspect of your life.

so naturally it came to a shock to thomas when he found out you invited your boyfriend as your plus one.

boyfriend, weird.

you and thomas, both, we’re invited to a wedding of one your friend’s . thomas and you would always be each others plus one that’s why you alarmed thomas early that you invited your boyfriend.

he was shocked questioning you why you didn’t tell him, saying he was your best friend. you simply answered with a “we-never-really-talk-about-our-sex-lives”.

and with that he was invited to dinner with you and your boyfriend. he didn’t get the pit unknown feeling in his stomach that built when you told him the news.

I′ve been breakin' hearts a long time. And toyin′ with them older guys. Just playthings for me to use

the day came with him meeting and the clock was ticking, you just finished setting up the table making thomas’ favorite. your boyfriend came downstairs and gave you a peck on the cheek. that was thomas’ thing.

but it never really had an affect on you when albert did it, whenever thomas did it, you would always get a pink rose color all over your cheeks.

it always had that affect on you, you still remembered when thomas did it when you guys first met and it became thomas’ thing.

— 2008 —

little y/n loved her dolphin stuffed animal, she never went anywhere without it , she quickly became attached to it. she actually named him dopie.

she was gripping it in her hand while she was watching the kids play in the playground. she was scared and new to the school, nobody really approached her since nobody knew who she was.

suddenly she heard the bells of a candy truck. she squealed before grabbing her mothers hand and dragging her towards it.

when she got her ice cream she turned to her mother to ask for dopie but soon her smile fell when she didn’t see him no where in her mothers hand.

“mommy wheres dopie?” little y/n asked. her mothers eyes went wide, y/n was soon going to be panicking and having a full temper tantrum.

“why don’t we go check the bench and then if we don’t find him don’t panick i’ll report it to the police” her mother reassured y/n. y/n nodded her eyes filled up with tears. when she went back to the bench she found a boy gripping dopie tightly.

she smiled, dopie was there. she went up running to the boy, her mother on her tail.

“that’s my dopie” she said softly to him. he made eye contact with her, he gave her a cheeky smile before nodding and extending dopie towards her.

“i wanted to protect him for you so he doesn’t get stolen” he whispered. she thanked him and asked if he wanted any candy. he gladly took some and they soon went to comfortable silence. young thomas wanted to be her friend, so he started a conversation about a new cartoon that just came out.

young y/n was excited that she finally had thomas, and since she had finally met someone who had watched her favorite cartoon.

when thomas’ mother came to get thomas, thomas turned to y/n. hugging her and kissing her cheek softly, y/n flushed, her cheeks turning pink and said her goodbyes.

— END OF FLASHBACK —

from that moment on those two never went anywhere without each other.

Something happened for the first time. In the darkest little paradise. Shakin', pacin′, I just need you

when you heard the door bell ring, you immediately went opening the door, albert behind you in your tail.

when you saw thomas behind the door you immediately when flying your best friends arms. “Hi” you whispered in your bestfriends neck. thomas chuckled kissing your cheek, you flushed your cheeks turning red. you pulled back when you remembered you had another presence around.

“thomas this is my boyfriend, albert” you introduced the two to each other. thomas smiled at him and albert returned it to him shaking his hand.

throughout the dinner you noticed something different to thomas, but you thought it was just your overthinking. actually you were right, while you thought the dinner went well thomas was tired from faking his smile.

— 2 WEEKS LATER —

the day of your friends wedding came and you were excited and both nervous. you hadn’t seen briss nor bords for about two months now and you couldn’t wait to see their faces again. while you and briss still talked daily, thomas had been acting weird since dinner with you and albert. almost like he was ignoring you, either being dry or being on delivered for hours, or him dodging your daily calls.

when you went to the reception your eyes immediately went to thomas, albert kissing your cheek saying he was gonna go say hi to one of his friend.

thomas eyebrows came together, that was his thing.

you sighed, your chest rising. you signaled your head towards the back room where the door had a sign saying “staff only” but both of you chose to ignore that.

when thomas first walked in, y/n was behind him.

“what has gotten into you” you questioned

“nothing” thomas shrugged.

“i call bull shit you’ve been ignoring me” you spat, a pout formed on her lips. thomas tried to hide his smile, she looked cute. what? stop

“look you have your responsibilities now and i do too” he declared. y/n eyebrows came together. did he mean albert?

“do you mean albert?” y/n questioned her thoughts questioning. thomas really didn’t have any excuse for how he was ignoring her, so he went with the reasoning y/n thought.

“yes i mean albert, now you have somebody else to bother and you still seem to not get the hint to leave me alone, so stop calling me seven hundred times a day” he snapped. you were shocked, your mouth opened but nothing seemed to come out of it.

“y/n-” thomas tried to apologize but was cut off by albert coming in saying he needed to show you your surprise.

you walked out, your hand gripping alberts and suddenly everybodys attention was on you. thomas eyed briss and briss only gave him sympathy eyes. whats going on?

For you , i would cross the line I would waste my time

but when albert brought you to the middle of the room and everybody was waiting anxiously for something, everybody and everything seemed to go blank. thomas was seeing albert going on one knee and he only saw you crying and saying yes while everybody celebrated around you.

while everybody on the wedding was celebrating love, he was drowning himself in pity for the love he realized he had for his best friend.

I would loose my mind. They say, she’s gone too far this time.

—6 MONTHS LATER wedding day—

he had gotten the invitation, of course he had. he was your best friend. yes in past tense.

you both hadn’t talked since the fight or since albert proposed.

thomas decided to share his feelings so the pit feeling would go away. no he wasn’t being selfish, he thought that you should know so that you knew why he ignored you.

when he walked in your hotel suite holding his present to you in his hand, your bridesmaids immediately went from being hectic to the place being quiet.

your best friend stepped up greeting him. but before she could ask how he was he immediately cut to the chase

“Wheres y/n?” thomas questioned. your best friend pointed towards a door to another room.

he knocked hearing you say come in. when he walked in, your eyes went wide.

“You came” a small hope filled smile went across your face.

“Yeah i did, i got you something” he said handing over the box. y/n put the brush down grabbing the box. when she opened it she was shocked to find a replica of dopi the dolphin she lost when she was 10.

“thomas thank you oh my god where did you find this?” you questioned standing up pulling thomas in a tight hug before pulling back and looking at the stuffed animal again while biting your lip , an excited look on your face.

thomas couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to tell her. he knew that it was fucked up to ruin her special day but he needed to get it off his chest.

“y/n i love you, and not as a friend or a best friend i love you but as a love-of-my-life love you” he examined. you froze. your eyes widened. “thomas-”

“no please y/n let me talk okay i’m sorry okay?i’m sorry for ignoring you but its better to ignore you than for you to reject me and i don’t care any longer and i have to give you a thousand i’m sorrys but let me start with i’m sorry for coming to tell you this today but i need to know that these 12 years that we’ve been best friends, have ever felt something for me? or i’m sorry for being selfish and not being happy for you that you’re finally having your fairy tale wedding but i can’t be happy for you unless its me waiting for you at the end of that alter while your father gives you to me , i love you and while i’ve been sorry for that these 6 months i’m proud of it now” he said out of breath. tears filled up in y/n eyes, but thomas knew those tears and they certainly weren’t happy ones. so he walked out without letting you say anything.

—

thomas was in the bathroom, his eyes showed numbness. the pit feeling in his stomach was now gone , so he didn’t have anything in him anymore.

the bathroom door stormed open, hitting the wall behind it. thomas looked up and an out of breath brendan came in.

“alberts…looking fo… for you” he said having trouble, trying to catch his breath. thomas eyebrows shot up.

he definitely was going to get kicked out of the wedding now.

when he went to the bachelor suite looking for albert, he walked in and albert stood there dressed in a suit. suddenly he was reminded he was going to get married to the girl of his dreams, lucky bastard.

“get dressed thomas, y/n told me to break the news to you that either she’s going to call off the wedding or you’re going to be the one waiting for her at the end of the alter” he said. what?

now here they stood both at the end of the altar, him saying his improvised vows and he couldn’t be more prouder to say that him being stupid and fighting that day on their friends wedding would lead him to here, kissing his now wife.

Don’t blame me , love made me crazy. If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right. Lord save me, my drug is my baby. I’ll be using for the rest of my life.

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part two?

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p0is0nvalz · 2 years

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT HERE..

AND EDDIE MUNSON X READER AND THEY'RE IN THE CAFETERIA. EDDIES ACTING LIKE AN ABSOLUTE IDIOT AND SCREAMING ABT HOW MUCH HE LOVES READER AND THEYRE JUST ABSOLUTELY WHIPPED FOR EACH OTHER AJSHSKJDJE

yes. YESYESYESYRS I NEED TO WRITE THIS ILY.

i squealed n kicked my feet while reading this request

“watch it, freak” jasons shoulder bumped on eddies “are you blind? You bumped into eddie” “i wouldnt have if he wasnt in the way!” Jason and your bickering flew past eddies mind as he was just spacing out. Nobody had ever stood up for him and he got a fuzzy, giddy feeling when you fought jason carver, the average jock, for him, and he loved it. He loved you.

“eddie??? Eddieeee!!” He held up his pointer finger to your face, shushing you, and walked out of the cafeteria “what is this idiot doing..” you mumbled, both you and jason confused as hell “seriously i dont get what you see in him, you should be with me instead” “in your wet dreams, perra” you walked away. Thank god he was failing spanish. eddie, on the other hand was running laps. Litterally. He was trying to calm the feeling in his heart “there you are! why are you so sweaty-mph!” He kissed you, cutting off your speech about how he souldnt leave so randomly “i love you.” His eyes were wide, a big dopy grin, and a scarlet blush on his face.

“I love you!” He repeated louder, as if he were trying to tell the entire school “everybodyyyy!” He tried to get everyones attention by clinking a fork on his metal lunchbox, but of course everybody either rolled their eyes or groaned, fed up with him.

“this is y/n and im in love with them!” “Look at how cute they are!” Then he proceeded to go on a 10 minute rant about how much he loved you (chrissy clapped and cried a little), as you just stood there trying to get his attention “and they are aaaall mine! Only for m-“

it was your turn to cut his sentence off with a kiss as he wrapped his hands around your hips, squeezing your ass “hey!” The teacher yelled. As you guys pulled away, you grabbed his hand and dragged him into a janitors closet (not without catching a bimbo and a cheerleader making out and you calling it hot).

When you entered family video, you were welcomed with steve and robins wiggling eyebrows “shut up.”

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things x you #vals works🕸#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #munson #eddie my love #eddie is alive #stranger things s4 #stranger things x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x original character

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rottingflowrs · 2 years

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*ཻུ۪۪✧꒱a rainy afternoon.

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anonymous: fluff with eddie 😭

pairing: Eddie Munson × gn!reader

warnings / contains: fluff ,me not knowing how cookies are made, my writing lmao.(let me know if there's something I need to add)

a/n: my love with eddie is never going to end istg .This is short idk why and the title isn't my fav.this really isn't my best work :/ also pls try to be more descriptive with asks so I have like more to go off on :)

It was pouring hard. The sound of rain droplets hitting the top of Eddie's trailer could be heard. The smell of the fresh breeze, rain and the cookies you set in the small oven filled the trailer.

You both decided to get wet in the rain, but after the rain slowly became stronger, you retreated to Eddie's trailer.

His uncle was out for the day, so you had the entire trailer to yourself. Eddie ushered you into the bathroom first to get a warm shower, worried you would catch a cold without a second thought. Not worrying about him falling into the same faith.

Before he went in, he told you to pick out a movie, but you decided to put a batch of cookies in the oven before knowing exactly how long Eddie takes once he's in the shower.

When he came out, the oven dinged. The cookies were ready. You quickly placed them on the plate, not worrying about burning your fingertips. Blowing on them when a cookie was hotter than the other ones.

You took them to his room, placing the plate on his bed. Eddie had a lot of CDs to choose from. Yesterday you both went to the family video and Robin had helped them pick out a movie you wouldn't have seen by now, but you settled for Ghostbusters. You had watched the movie countless times by now, but it wasn't like either of you paid attention to the movie when you were together.

You watched Eddie as he finished getting dressed from his bed, pulling the plate of cookies close to you.

Eddie jumped onto the bed, laying his head on your lap.

The movie started, but it was mostly just white noise as you made conversation. Your fingers came up to his hair after a while, gently tugging and moving through his hair as you continued talking.

It was hard for Eddie to focus on what you were saying with your hand in his hair.

"Eddie?" you called out softly.

He hummed in response.

"I was asking if you had Hellfire this Friday."You informed, chuckling, "I thought we could go to the arcade. There's this new game that I think you'd like. " You added with a soft smile.

"I do, but I can reschedule," he said, smiling. "Which game?"

He stared at the way your eyes lit up as you talked about the exciting new game that the arcade had; the small cut near your eye from a tag game gone wrong from when you were kids. Soon he felt his eyes flutter.

"How about we ditch the movie?"

"Sleepy, love?" you asked, a small smile on your face.

He simply hummed, a dopy love-sick smile on his face as his eyes finally shut.

You let out a soft laugh as you adjusted your position so you could both be more comfortable. You slowly placed a pillow under his head as you joined his side.

You wrapped your hands around his body and nuzzled your nose into his neck. cuddled into each other's bodies, and warm under his duvets. Both the rain outside and the movie inside were white noise, creating a beautiful scene as the night sky slowly became darker.

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kitweewoos · 2 years

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🎁🎁

Hi bby!!!

It was unfair that Jay Halstead who had been attractive as a dopy teenager was now a fully fledged hotcakes of a man, with shoulders that looked like they coud hold Mouse’s weight easily atop him along with the rest of the world. It was unfair that his eyes had just gotten brighter and the light behind them wiser, even if there was a heaviness to it.

send me a 🎁 and I’ll write five sentences of what I’m working on and share one

#wip ask #wip garden #ask tag #talk to me #gregorygerwitz #a tag for alex

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pollonegro666 · 1 year

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2023/01/04 Mi sobri ayudó a los niños a escribir la carta a los reyes magos para pedir los regalos que quieren que les traigan.

My nephew helped the children write the letter to the wise men to ask for the gifts they want them to bring them.

Google translation into Italian: Mio nipote ha aiutato i bambini a scrivere la lettera ai saggi per chiedere i doni che vogliono che gli portino.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Meu sobrinho ajudou as crianças a escrever a carta aos sábios para pedir os presentes que eles gostariam que eles trouxessem.

Google Translation into French: Mon neveu a aidé les enfants à écrire la lettre aux sages pour demander les cadeaux qu'ils veulent qu'ils leur apportent.

Google Translation into Arabic: ساعد ابن أخي الأطفال في كتابة الرسالة إلى الحكماء يطلبون الهدايا التي يريدون منهم إحضارها لهم.

Google Translation into German: Mein Neffe half den Kindern, den Brief an die Weisen zu schreiben, in dem sie um die Geschenke baten, die sie ihnen bringen sollten.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Nipi im i ndihmoi fëmijët të shkruanin Letrën drejtuar Dijetarëve duke kërkuar dhuratat për t'i sjellë.

Google Translation into Armenian: Եղբորս տղան օգնեց երեխաներին գրել Նամակ իմաստուններին՝ խնդրելով իրենց բերելու նվերները:

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Моят племенник помогна на децата да напишат Писмото до мъдреците с молба да им донесат подаръците.

Google Translation into Czech: Můj synovec pomohl dětem napsat Dopis moudrým s prosbou o dárky, které jim mají přinést.

Google Translation into Slovak: Môj synovec pomohol deťom napísať List mudrcom, v ktorom žiadal, aby im priniesli darčeky.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Moj nečak je pomagal otrokom napisati Pismo modrecem, v katerem je prosil, naj jim prinesejo darila.

Google Translation into Estonian: Mu õepoeg aitas lastel kirjutada Tarkadele kirja, paludes neile kingitusi tuua.

Google Translation into Suomi: Veljenpoikani auttoi lapsia kirjoittamaan Kirjeen viisaille ja pyytäen lahjoja heille.

Google Translation into Greek: Ο ανιψιός μου βοήθησε τα παιδιά να γράψουν την Επιστολή προς τους Σοφούς ζητώντας τα δώρα για να τους φέρουν.

Google Translation into Dutch: Mijn neef hielp de kinderen met het schrijven van de brief aan de wijzen en vroeg om de geschenken die ze mee moesten nemen.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Nevøen min hjalp barna med å skrive brevet til de vise menn der de ba om gavene de skulle gi dem.

Google Translation into Polish: Mój siostrzeniec pomógł dzieciom napisać List do Mędrców z prośbą o przyniesienie im darów.

Google Translation into Romanian: Nepotul meu i-a ajutat pe copii să scrie Scrisoarea către Înțelepți în care le-a cerut darurile pentru a le aduce.

Google Translation into Russian: Мой племянник помог детям написать «Письмо волхвам» с просьбой принести им подарки.

Google Translation into Serbian: Мој нећак је помогао деци да напишу Писмо мудрацима тражећи поклоне да им донесу.

Google Translation into Swedish: Min brorson hjälpte barnen att skriva brevet till de vise männen och bad om gåvorna att ge dem.

Google Translation into Turkish: Yeğenim çocuklara Bilge Adamlara Mektup'u yazmaları için yardım etti ve onlara getirilecek hediyeleri istedi.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Мій племінник допоміг дітям написати листа до мудреців із проханням принести їм подарунки.

Google Translation into Bengali: আমার ভাগ্নে বাচ্চাদেরকে উপহার দেওয়ার জন্য জ্ঞানী ব্যক্তিদের কাছে চিঠি লিখতে সাহায্য করেছিল।

Google Translation into Chinese: 我的侄子帮助孩子们写了一封致智者的信，要求给他们带来礼物。

Google Translation into Korean: 내 조카는 아이들이 동방박사들에게 선물을 가져다 줄 것을 요청하는 편지를 쓰는 것을 도왔습니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: האחיין שלי עזר לילדים לכתוב את המכתב לחכמים וביקש את המתנות להביא להם.

Google Translation into Hindi: मेरे भतीजे ने बच्चों को उपहार लाने के लिए बुद्धिमान पुरुषों को पत्र लिखने में मदद की।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Keponakan saya membantu anak-anak menulis Surat kepada Orang Majus meminta hadiah untuk dibawakan kepada mereka.

Google Translation into Japanese: 私の甥は、子供たちが賢者への手紙を書くのを手伝い、贈り物を持ってくるように求めました。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Жээним балдарга «Даанышмандарга кат» жазууга жардам берип, белек алып келүүнү суранды.

Google Translation into Malay: Anak saudara saya membantu kanak-kanak menulis Surat kepada Orang Bijaksana meminta hadiah untuk dibawa kepada mereka.

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਮੇਰੇ ਭਤੀਜੇ ਨੇ ਬੱਚਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਬੁੱਧੀਮਾਨ ਆਦਮੀਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਪੱਤਰ ਲਿਖਣ ਵਿਚ ਮਦਦ ਕੀਤੀ ਅਤੇ ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਤੋਹਫ਼ੇ ਲਿਆਉਣ ਲਈ ਕਿਹਾ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: زما وراره له ماشومانو سره مرسته وکړه چې هوښیارانو ته لیک ولیکي او د ډالۍ غوښتنه یې وکړي.

Google Translation into Persian: برادرزاده ام به بچه ها کمک کرد تا نامه ای به خردمندان بنویسند و از آنها هدایایی بخواهند تا برایشان بیاورند.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Tinulungan ng aking pamangkin ang mga bata na isulat ang Liham sa mga Pantas na Lalaki na humihingi ng mga regalong dadalhin sa kanila.

Google Translation into Thai: หลานชายของฉันช่วยเด็กๆ เขียนจดหมายถึงนักปราชญ์เพื่อขอของขวัญเพื่อนำไปให้พวกเขา

Google Translation into Urdu: میرے بھتیجے نے بچوں کو دانشمندوں کو خط لکھنے میں مدد کی کہ وہ تحفے لے کر آئیں۔

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