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almost-blondee · 10 months

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Running in Circles

Sanji x reader

Fluff, kinda slow? kissing, Female!reader

word count: 3.9k

Hi guys! This will be my first ever writing piece i have put on the internet, so please don’t judge to hard. i am up for constructive criticism, but nothing to harsh please 🫣, there is probably spelling errors and grammar mistakes so please ignore them, i tried my best to find all of them! Anyway i hope you enjoy!

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The sun is way to bright for your liking, it shines down as if it it has something against your crew. The only thing making it bearable is the cold, refreshing drink you have in your hand. Ah yes, the drink you have in your hand, made by the chef of the straw hats. The lovely gentleman that has stolen your heart.

“Naaaamiii-swaaaaan, Roooobbiiiinn-chwwaaaaan, (yyy/nnnnn)-chwaaaannn”

Well he certainly has good timing. Although you have to pretend that you are annoyed by his antics, you actually quite like them, obviously. Nami and Robin are lying on lawn chairs sun tanning, while you are sitting in the shade reading a book. i don’t understand how they sit there for so long, I would be dead , You think

“I have brought my ladies desserts. Sweet desserts for some sweet ladies.” He says while twirling over to us with hearts in his eyes. He finally makes it over to you and he hands out desserts. When he hands you one your hands slightly touch. It’s honestly embarrassing the effect he has you. You pretend that you didn’t notice your hands touch and gladly accept the dessert. “Thanks so much Sanji!” you say with a shy smile. Nami and Robin also express their gratitude.

“Of course, anything for my lovely ladies”. He says spinning happily. You can practically hear Zoro making fun of him. “Tch” Zoro scoffs. Sanji hears this and starts yelling at him. “WHAT DID YOU SAY MOSS HEAD?!”. This turns into a bigger argument then needed, and it ends with Nami yelling at them to shut up and go somewhere else.

Later that day you, Nami, and Robin were sitting in your room, talking about who knows what. When it just so happened that Sanji came up in conversation.

“Speaking of Sanji, i think our (y/n) has a little crush on the blonde cook” Robin chimes in. “What?!? Where did that come from?” You put your hands up in defence. “Oh come on (y/n), it’s so obvious you have the hots for him, i don’t know what you see in him though, but to each their own” Nami says plainly. “Is it really that obvious?” You asked, pouting. Nami looks at you puzzled and says “Wait you actually like him? I was just teasing you, right Robin?” Robin smiles softly, “Actually i was being serious, but thanks to you Nami, i have confirmed my suspicions.” you sink down into your chair, i can’t believe i fell for that you think to yourself, Robin giggles charmingly and Nami squeals “O-M-G (Y/N), WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US YOU LIKE HIM, WE COULD HELP YOU GET TOGETHER!! maybe he’d stop fawning over us then.” She whispered the last part. “i mean i didn’t tell you because i thought it didn’t really matter. I don’t have a chance with him anyway” you say sadly.

Meanwhile, when you guys are talking in your room. Sanji thought it would be a good idea to bring you guys some tea. He was walking toward the shared room with tea in his hand about to knock on the door. However before he can knock he hears Nami yell

“O-M-G (Y/N), WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US YOU LIKE HIM, WE COULD HELP YOU GET TOGETHER!!”

What?! Did he hear that correctly, his precious (y/n) likes someone?!? No, he must have heard wrong. He puts his ear closer to the door to hear the rest of the conversation.

“i mean ididn’t tell you because i thought it didn’t really matter. I don’t have a chance with him anyway.” He hears you say. So it’s confirmed, you have a crush on someone, and he has no idea who it is. He’s about to walk away to go sob by himself, but he then hears Nami ask what you like about him.

Ah! Perfect maybe if you talk about him he could guess who it is.

“Well (y/n), what do you like about him! i mean you have to tell us.” Nami asks me. “Honestly everything, the way he smiles, how he smells, how kind he is to me, just everything is perfect. Don’t even get me started with his looks, he’s beautiful!!” you gush a little more then you wanted. Robin has her signature smile on. “MY GOODNESS, WHAT ARE YOU? SOME ROMANTIC?” Nami squeals. You shyly look away, wanting to bring the attention off of you somehow, but you know very well that’s not happening. “ahhhh, i don’t know, when it comes to him everything just feels right. YOUR THE ONE WHO ASKED ANYWAY!” you say embarrassedly “I get it (y/n)… you’re in looovvveeee~” Nami says in a teasing manner. “Okay Nami, don’t tease her too much. That’s probably why she didn’t tell us” Robin chuckles. Nami stops for second and looks as if shes thinking really intensely about something. “Wait, hold on. Did you say that you don’t have a chance with him?” she blurts out after a couple minutes. “uhh yeah, why?” you question.

“THERS NO WAY IN HELL YOU DON’T HAVE A CHANCE WITH HIM. YOU’RE WAY OUT IF HIS LEAGUE. HE SHOULD BE THANKING YOU IF ANYTHING.” Nami screams at you. “ Jeez calm down Nami, I was just saying that because he’s way more attractive then me and he’s always fawning over other women. I’m not as pretty as those other girls.” you look down at my lap. “Hey, you are prettier than any girl i’ve ever seen okay? don’t undermine yourself like that.” Nami says compassionately. “Thanks Nami, i’m probably going to go sit outside for a bit, cool off y’know.” you say sadly and go to leave the room. As you open the door there is a tray with tea on the ground with a note saying,

　　　　　 For my lovely ladies

-Sanji♡

you look back at Robin and Nami in a panic, what if he heard that whole thing!?! He probably won’t talk to me anymore, he probably thinks i’m a big weirdo.

“Do you think he heard any of that?” you ask. Robin answers calmly, “Probably not, and if he did maybe that’d be the start of a new relationship” you thank Robin and Nami and quickly leave for the deck.

While you are leaving Nami and Robin look at each other with concern, both of them wondering if you will be okay.

The next couple days continues like normal, everyone doing their own thing. However you noticed that Sanji looked a little down. Of course you being you, you want to check up on him and see if there’s anything wrong. So you slowly walk up to him while he is leaning on the railing looking at the sea having a cigarette. Everyone has already gone to bed, Sanji usually stays out after everybody to have a smoke. “Hey Sanji, how’s it going?” you quietly say not wanting to startle him. He jumps anyway quickly looking your way. “Oh (y/n)-chan. Um everything is good what about you?” He questions. you try not to let the shock show on your face, but you are surprised by his response. There’s no yelling, wiggling or any fawning at all. Just a blank response. you’re kinda at a loss for words, maybe he really did hear you guys talking. You try to muster up anything at all “Oh, i’m good. I just wanted to know how you were doing, you looked kinda down these past days.” That was the only thing you could think to say. not bad right! “What? i looked down?” you nod your head confirming what he just said. “Well how about next time you mind your own business, who cares if i’m down, not like you care one bit. i’m leaving”

Sanji quickly took one last drag out of his cigarette, he then quietly put it out and walked inside leaving you by yourself to think if you’ve done anything wrong. You stood there for a little looking at beautiful sea, the calm waves almost putting you too sleep, but you know you couldn’t sleep after what just happened. What was his problem? Why is he so mad? Did you do something wrong? Does he hate you? Does h-. Your thoughts get cut off by someone trying to talk to you.

“Oi, what are you doing out here so late?”

You looked behind you to see Zoro coming down from the crows nest, probably just finished training “Zoro, how are you doing?” you ask trying to not show that you’re quite literally on the verge of tears. Zoro doesn’t say anything for a minute, he just stares at you examining your face. Then he finally speaks up to say “ What’s wrong? Are you hurt or something?” you just scoff and look away, “What makes you think that?” you ponder.

“well first off all it looks like your constipated a-.” you cut Zoro off with a small laugh, “Sometimes I wonder why you say the things you do.” You slide down the railing to sit on the ground back to the sea. “Well how else do you want me to explain it, you even have tears in your eyes. I just saw that cook go inside, was he bothering you?” “Why are you being so considerate right now?” You ask a little confused. “Well I might not show it but i do actually care about my family. I’m just letting you know i’m here for you.” Zoro confesses. You and Zoro have always been quite close, you’re not very obnoxious so he doesn’t mind you being around (His words not yours). Sometimes you even train together, although that is very rare. But you’d say that you get along well. “Are you sure you’re up to listen?” You inquire. Zoro just give you a little nod, basically telling you to go ahead. “ well this is a little personal so, don’t make fun of me.” you look away a little embarrassed. “ugh, I don’t care just spit it out already.” Zoro says getting a little impatient.

“Okay well, I really like Sanji and yesterday Robin, Nami and I were talking about it and i think Sanji might of heard us talking about it. Since he left a note with tea by our room, and he looked really down today, so i wanted to check on him so i asked him how he was doing. Then he just snapped on me telling me to mind my own business and he just went inside. So i don’t know what i did wrong. It’s really bugging me.” you finish your huge rant almost in tears. Zoro looks really confused, almost shocked. “Wait hold on, YOU LIKE THE ERO COOK?!?!” He says a little louder then you would want him too. You then quickly put your hand over his mouth shushing him. He slaps your hand down and glares at you. “Sorry that’s just really surprising. Like what do you even see in him. How do you even like him. I’m so confused.” He trails off asking a bunch of questions on how you even like him. “That doesn’t matter right now. Do you think he hates me? I really don’t want him to hate me.” you say as the tears finally roll down your cheeks. Zoro looks panicked for a second then slowly pulls you into a hug not really knowing how to comfort people. You slowly hug him back, crying. “Honestly i have no idea what that shitty-brows thinks, but i don’t think he hates you. Maybe he’s just frustrated with Luffy always eating all the food. Then he took out his anger on you. I don’t know.” You slowly pull away wiping your tears, “Thanks Zoro, maybe you’re right.” “What do you mean, of course i’m right.” he replies with a smirk. You give him a little punch on the shoulder and laugh. “No but seriously thanks, you always know how to make me feel better.” “I would say anytime, but i wouldn’t really mean that.” He still has his stupid smirk on his face. “Yeah okay, whatever Zoro. Goodnight, i’ll see you tomorrow.” You bid him farewell. He says goodnight back and heads to his room to sleep.

While you and Zoro were talking, Sanji was in his room debating with himself if he was to hard on you. I mean it’s not really her fault that she likes someone, i can’t do anything about that. But it’s hurts so much, I like her too much to just give her up like that. But i don’t want to force her to like me. UGGH THIS SUCKS. Sanji paces back and forth, until something catches his eye in through the window.

There you were talking with Zoro, You looked quite upset. Is she upset because of what i said to her, no that can’t be. Sanji thinks to himself. Then all of the sudden Zoro pulls you into a hug, whilst you slowly hug back, Sanji is trying to maintain his composure. Sanji had enough and quickly closed his curtains and went to sit on his bed. He begins to beat himself up over what he’s been doing over the past few days. He knows he’s been ignoring you, and he feels terrible but thats what he thinks is best to do. But seeing you with Zoro just makes him feel even worse then he already did. What if Zoro was the one you liked. It would all make sense, you were always with him. But that should be him with you, it should be him comforting you when you feel down, it should be him who holds you like that, not some stupid swordsman. Sanji tries to fall asleep and not think about it. However his brain had other plans.

That night Sanji didn’t get one wink of sleep.

Over the next few days, you and Sanji’s situation didn’t get any better. You were ignoring him and he was ignoring you, and to be honest the rest of the crew was getting sick of it, excluding Luffy. Nami thought that it was about time she smack some sense into that damn cooks head, so she took it upon herself to go teach him a lesson. “Sanji.” Nami said sternly while walking into the kitchen. It was now just Sanji and Nami standing in the kitchen. “YEEES NAAMMMIII-SWAAAN” Sanji screamed out in response. Nami was not having it. “Drop the act Sanji, i know your ignoring (y/n) for a reason, what is it? did you hear us talking?” Sanji’s smile slowly faded and he looked away, “How’d you know i heard”. Sanji quietly asked looking at the floor. “Well first of all you left tea by our door with a note, usually you just knock and walk in “Nami explained.” Also you have been ignoring (y/n) for a whole week, so that’s evidence enough.” “yeah you’re right i heard what she said.”

Sanji confessed, looking disappointed. Nami looked confused, “so why are you sulking right now you should be jumping for joy” she muttered out. “Why the hell would i be jumping for joy, (y/n) likes someone. To rephrase that, the girl i love likes another man” Sanji sighs while putting his head in his hands. Now Nami looked even more confused. “What are you talking about “another man”. you idiot clearly you didn’t hear all of our conversation”. Nami rolls her eyes at Sanji. “what do you mean, she said she liked him, and started describing him. Shes clearly in love with…him…” Sanji pouts. “ Sanji…. Do i really have to spell it out for you, YOU ARE THE “OTHER MAN”, SHE LIKES YOU. Y-O-U, you, she has for a while.

“Huh?!” Sanji gets up, eyes wide. “Wait (y/n)-chan likes me?!” Sanji whips his head around to look at Nami. Nami just shakes her head. “Yeah and all those things she said about this “guy” were about you. So if you thought she was in love with this mysterious man. She must really love you a lot”. “WHAAAT?!?” Sanji shrieked. Nami then punched him on the head “Shut up, you’re being too loud.” Sanji winced in pain, but he didn’t care right now, The love of his life likes him back! “Wait so all those things she said were about me?” Sanji questioned. “ Yes you dumbass, that’s all i’m saying, goodbye.” Nami left the room in a hurry not wanting to hear his whining anymore.

As Nami strutted out of the room, Sanji was left by himself trying to figure out his jumbled thoughts

“(y/n)-chan likes me… oh am i an idiot, i can’t believe i thought she liked that stupid swordsman” Sanji muttered to nobody in particular. “i have to make this right with her, i’ve been nothing but rude, i can’t believe i hurt a precious lady’s feelings.” That’s it, tomorrow i’ll set things straight with her!! Sanji thought to himself. He then hightailed it to his room ready for the events to take place, he dreamed of what he would say and how you would react, he was like a teenage girl getting ready for their first date. Though i guess it was partially true.

Seagulls cawing woke Sanji up like usual, he always gets up first to make breakfast for everyone. He honestly enjoys having people that he can cook for everyday. By now Sanji is in the kitchen already started breakfast when everyone started flooding into the kitchen waiting to eat, especially Luffy. Sanji noticed you had walked in the kitchen a while ago, he’s trying his hardest not to drop everything and run over to you begging for forgiveness. As Sanji day dreamed while he cooked, surprisingly never once making a mistake, he finally finished breakfast serving it to the whole crew. Making sure to give you a little extra. The atmosphere was a little awkward at first but with the help of Usopp and Luffy arguing over whose food was whose, it quickly returned to normal.

Sanji had quickly took notice of how you clung to Zoro the entire time you were in the kitchen, which he didn’t particularly like but it was technically his fault for making you upset so he let it slide this time, next time he probably won’t be so nice.

After everyone was done eating Sanji had to stay to clean up the dishes, usually you would help him with them but recently you haven’t been; which is understandable. When Sanji was done with the dishes he moseyed his way on down to the deck, where he would find you sitting with a book in your hand reading in the shade. As he approached you, you looked up at him in confusion, wondering why he was coming over to you. He now stood in front of you with a soft look on his face that you couldn’t help but stare at. He was more nervous than anything though.

“Would it be alright with you if we went somewhere private to talk?” Sanji politely asked.

“oh um, yeah sure” you replied baffled by what he just said, he had ignored you for a whole week and is now asking to talk privately?!? What is happening. “i was thinking we could go to the kitchen?” Sanji suggests. “sure, lead the way.” you say.

As you are walking to the kitchen with Sanji you look back to find Zoro smirking in your direction, you glare at him and he gives you a thumbs up. You turn back trying not to let him see you embarrassed. Entering the kitchen Sanji stands by the stove and you sit by the table, this may seem like awkward positioning, and trust me, it is. It also wasn’t helping that Sanji was keeping quiet, after like 5 minutes you finally said something to clear up the awkward silence.

“I’m really sorry for ignoring you, Sanji. I just thought that maybe you would need your own space since you didn’t seem like you wanted to talk to me anymore. I was worried that i was suffocating you so i thought you might be better by yourself. Then you started ignoring me and it confirmed my thoughts, so i just ended up leaving you alone.” you spit out hoping he would understand.

“Wow, calm down (y/n). I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’m the one who ignored you in the first place because i was mad that you liked someone else and i couldn’t stand the thought of you being with someone other than me. So i decided to ignore you”. Sanji started to walk over to you and sat down in the chair beside you. I’m sorry, for what i said to you, i want you to be in my business, i want to have you by my side all the time. Nami told me how dumb i was being for not realizing sooner that you liked me. But how could i think that someone as beautiful and kind as you would like me?” As Sanji was finishing up his little confession, you were slowly moving closer to one another. You let out a little chuckle “ how could you have thought i liked someone else, i thought it was obvious i was in love with you” you said through your smile. Sanji was about to pass out with what you just said, You, Love, Him. He was over the moon!

“YOU LOVE ME!! OH MY I COULDNT BE MORE HAPPY!!!” Sanji shouted almost jumping in his seat, with hearts in his eyes. Sanji was so relieved to hear you say that, now knowing he doesn’t have to worry about any competition. “of course i love you doofus i’ve been in love with you for like 3 years.” you confess. Sanji goes quiet. It scares you, did you say something wrong, does he not feel the same? It’s actually quite the opposite, he feels so much the same way that he froze in his seat. Now coming back to reality he stares at your blushing face as his progressively turns more red as well.

He then slowly takes his cigarette out of his mouth and looks into your eyes, he is getting closer by the second. As his lips near yours, he stops. “Can i please kiss you princess?” He asked in the most charming voice you’ve ever heard, how could you say no? “of course, my prince.” The confirmation is all he needed, before long his lips were on yours. It felt like a dream come true, his lips were soft, they tasted like sweets with a hint of tobacco. You passionately kissed him back, now having a full on make out session. His tongue licked your lips wanting in, and you gladly obliged, opening your mouth a tad for his tongue to find its way in. His hand, that was once placed so delicately on your cheek has now found it’s way behind your head pushing your lips onto his. Unfortunately for the both of you, you needed air. Pulling back from the heated kiss, you both slowly opened your eyes to stare at each other.

“That was one hell of a kiss” Sanji blurts out licking his lips. “Sanji!” you huff and hit him on the shoulder, he laughs and holds your hand. He pulls you into a nice warm hug. “You know, i have loved you for along time too” he says relating to what you said earlier. “i wish you would have told me that sooner” you say. Sanji laughs and hugs you tighter. “I love you.” “i love you too” you reply.

Both of you sat in each others arms for a majority of the day, the crew now annoyed with how much PDA they are going to have to witness from now on. Mostly Zoro.

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amournoir · 4 months

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@miasmultifandomdump once more! I'd like to request:

✧ birthday gifts for Klaus Mikaelson and the scenario is a sick day with his s.o. :)

Fluff Prompt | N.M {request}

℘ prompt — #4, impromptu dancing sessions

℘ warning — absolute fluff

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Feeling Good

Once upon a crisp winter evening, you arrived home, the familiar scent of pine and cinnamon greeting her as she stepped through the door. The house was a symphony of twinkling lights, festive wreaths, and the warmth of a crackling fire. You blinked, momentarily stunned by the transformation that had taken place while you were at work.

“Nik?” You called out, shedding your coat and dropping your bag by the door.

A smile danced upon your lips as you made your way further into the house, your heart swelling at the sight of Klaus bustling in the kitchen, an apron tied around his waist. He turned, a grin spreading across his face at the sight of you.

“Welcome home, love,” Klaus greeted, his eyes alight with joy. “I hope you don't mind the sudden burst of holiday cheer.”

The aroma of a savory dinner lingered in the air, intermingling with the festive scents that enveloped the house. You stood in awe as you observed Klaus, his focused expression softened by the glow of the kitchen lights. He turned, a smile gracing his lips.

You shook your head, unable to contain your delight. “It's amazing, Klaus. Thank you.”

With a gentle wave of his hand, Klaus directed you towards the staircase. “Go on, freshen up. Dinner will be ready shortly.”

In the comfort of a warm shower, you couldn't shake off the overwhelming feeling of gratitude. You emerged feeling renewed and found Klaus had set the table impeccably, adorned with candles and adorned with elegant holiday-themed decorations. The aroma of a delectable meal wafting through the air.

Klaus gestured towards the dining area, “I thought we might have a special evening together.”

You both sat down to dinner, the air filled with easy conversation and shared laughter. You marveled at Klaus's culinary skills, utterly unaware of it and mentally coming to the conclusion that he’d be cooking every meal. You savored each bite as you both talked about your day, well mainly you since he loved listening to your voice.

As your conversation lulled to a comfortable silence, Klaus rose from his seat, extending his hand towards you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Would you care for a dance, my dear?”

Surprised but utterly delighted, you accepted, rising to your feet as he led you to the center of the living room, amidst the glowing lights. The smooth, soulful notes of Michael Buble's Feeling Good filled the room, wrapping around both of you like a familiar embrace. Klaus proved to be a masterful dancer, effortlessly guiding you through dips and spins and graceful movements, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your shared laughter mingled with the music, as though adding to its melody.

You both laughed and twirled, lost in the enchantment of the moment. Klaus's eyes held a softness that you cherished, a silent language that spoke of affection and devotion. With every step, every dip, he seemed to convey unspoken emotions, your hearts beating in unison to the rhythm of the music. In the embrace of the moment, time seemed to pause. You found herself lost in his arms, the world outside the dance floor fading into the background. The touch of his hand against yours, the warmth of his gaze, all of it felt like a beautiful dream.

As the song wove its way to an end, you found yourselves nestled on the couch, limbs entwined in a comfortable embrace. Retreating to the coziness of your shared space, you snuggled beneath soft blankets. Klaus hummed the fading notes of the song, his voice a soothing melody that lulled you into a peaceful state. His fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin as you drifted into a peaceful slumber. Wrapped in the warmth of his arms, you felt safe and cherished, the lyrical melody of 'Feeling Good' becoming a lullaby guiding you into a restful sleep.

In the tranquil serenity of the night, bathed in the soft glow of Christmas lights, you lay in the embrace of love and the enchanting aura of the holiday season, grateful for the simple yet profound joy of being with someone who made every moment feel like a cherished memory.

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dumbslxtclub · 1 year

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you’re on your own, kid | e.m - part two

eddie munson x pregnant!reader

summary: set after the events of season four, Steve has disappeared and is presumed dead in the upside down. broken and now left to deal with your pregnancy alone, Eddie takes it upon himself to support you to the best of his abilities in Steve’s absence.

chapter summary: robin gets you out of the house to go maternity shopping, and eddie learns about your pregnancy

content warnings: fem!reader adult language, adult themes, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, angst, some canon divergence, mentions of death , reader is 19, slow burn

word count: 2.2K+

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Part Two: Chest-Burster

Despite your reluctance to participate, the world continues to turn as the gang settles back into a life somewhat resembling normalcy. Time doesn’t care for your grief, it seems. Hopper was able to pull a few strings in the police department to clear Eddie’s name, pinning the deaths on Jason. Robin came by every day to check on you, delivering groceries by bike and bringing you the latest video releases to watch. Her hypochondria had been dialed up by a million after your first doctor’s appointment, sourcing out every prenatal vitamin under the sun and forcing them down your throat daily. Days turned into weeks, which would be unremarkable if it weren’t for your growing situation. Not only the one swelling in your belly, but the mounting pile of bills on your counter were now unavoidable.

You knew you couldn’t exist in your bubble of misery much longer, not when the threat of eviction was looming. But, of course, there was also the matter of your bump, which you were hoping to hide until you were ready to tell everyone. At 5 months along, it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide as your shirts now fit a little too snuggly, and Robin was eager to get you out of the house and into some new clothes that weren’t Steve’s sweatshirts. And so, you found yourself at a small boutique just outside of town, browsing the maternity section for something that wasn’t completely hideous while doing your best to avoid any recognition. Robin strolls over holding a long multi-coloured polka-dot dress.

“How about this? Looks like it’s got lots of room to grow.” She studies the dress before handing it over to you proudly.

“Looks like something out of the circus. I think we should stick to something a bit more subtle.” You hang it back on a return rack before continuing to flick through an assortment of neutral pants with large stretchy waistbands.

“Oohh, how about these?!” You hear Robin practically squeal behind you. You spin around to see her holding a pair of light-wash denim overalls. A small smile creeps across your face as you touch the soft material.

“Yeah, I like these.” She twirls you around until you’re face to face with the store’s full length mirror. Robin holds the overalls out in front of your body, grabbing a knit sweater off a nearby rack to complete the look.

“Now that’s one hot mama.” You giggle at her joke, admiring your new look. Gratitude washes over you as you lay your head against her shoulder, however, the moment is short-lived. A gasp escapes Robin’s lips as she shoves the clothes into your arms and disappears out of sight momentarily, only to reappear holding the smallest pair of overalls you’ve ever seen. Suddenly, the worry you had been experiencing for months on end momentarily dissipates. How can something that can fit into something so small be scary?

“Oh my god, I’m so getting you these.” She grabs a basket and makes a beeline for the baby section. You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, it’s contagious. As you go to follow her, you catch some movement behind your reflection in the mirror. You spot two girls whose names you can’t remember from your class in high school, who are glaring at you and whispering to each other. A snicker spreads across the red-head’s face, which causes your cheeks to flush in embarrassment.

“Shit.” You immediately put your head down and duck behind the racks to seek out Robin, heart racing. Hawkins is a small town, so you know gossip is going to spread fast, and god knows you’re not ready for the world to know yet. You find Robin sorting through a pile of assorted coloured onesies.

“What about some yellow and green ones? Like gender neutral colors until we know-” She pulls out a few size options, not paying attention to your now frazzled state.

“Code red.” You peek around to see the girls exiting the shop, still glancing your way.

“Oh, red! I saw some red ones under here somewhere-”

“No, CODE red.” Realization washes over her face as she follows your eye-line to watch the girls still giggling outside the front windows of the store.

“Fuck! I thought we’d gone far enough out to avoid any nosey townsfolk.” She throws the tiny onesie back onto the table, running her hands through her hair as she often does when she’s stressed. “Oh shit, was that Kristie? Because it totally looked like Kristie, and you know Kristie’s gonna tell Tina and then Tina’s gonna tell-”

“Yeah, I get the picture, Robin.” You sigh as you come to terms with your fate, it’s only a matter of days before practically the whole town knows. In a way, it’s not the worst thing that could have happened. You were prepared to put it off for as long as humanly possible, and you were physically running out of time. So, you decide to double down.

“Hey, want a ride to work tomorrow? Think it’s about time I get back into the vest. I mean, if it still fits.” You ask, and a grin quickly takes over Robin’s face, clearly excited to have you back on the store floor with her. She throws her arms around you and gives you a big squeeze.

“You sure you’re ready? I mean, there’s no pressure-”

“I’m sure, Robin.”

The first few shifts back were hard, everything in the small store reminded you of Steve. Your mind flooded with memories as you restock the shelves, remembering how Steve would purposely put horror films in the comedy section just to mess with you, or the way he could never be trusted with the cardboard cut-outs (he tripped over at least three during your shared shifts). But Robin’s presence made it easier. She delegated you to all behind the counter duties to keep you from running around the store all day. But as midday hit and Robin left for her lunch break, it was just you to hold down the fort. Fortunately, it was a rather quiet Thursday morning, meaning there was nothing much for you to do except put returns away. You were busying yourself in the action section as you hear the bell chime behind you.

“Robin, got some returns for you. And yeah, I know they’re late but Henderson insisted on watching Re-Animator all goddamn week so-”

You glance over your shoulder to see Eddie laying his returns on the counter, peering over looking for Robin. Your stomach drops, time to face the music. You know once Eddie knows, it’ll only be a few hours before everyone in the gang is clued in. But it’s okay, it’s cool. You’ve totally got this.

“Hey.” Your voice comes out as barely a squeak, not the confidence you were hoping for. Eddie spins around and your eyes meet. His expression softens as he studies you, you’ve been practically MIA for two months, so his surprise at seeing you out of your trailer is understandable.

“Hey!” A grin breaks out across his face. “You’re uh- you’re here.”

“Sure am.” His choice of words resonate with you, your biggest achievement over the past few weeks has just been staying here, taking each day one moment at a time. You place the copy of Escape From New York back in its place and turn to face him directly. His gaze flicks down momentarily to your overalls, where the slight curve of your belly is now filling out the denim fabric. His smile drops to an expression that you can only interpret as confusion, but without any traces of judgment or malice. You instinctively place a hand protectively on your stomach, biting the inside of your cheeks as you feel him studying you.

“And you are- I mean, you look- um, sorry? Are you-” Eddie trips over his words and can’t seem to decide if he should continue to look at you or not. You need to put him out of his misery, god knows he’s too much of a gentleman to assume someone is pregnant, lest he hurt their feelings. But the cogs are turning in his head, trying to choose his next words so carefully that it’s quite heartwarming.

“Pregnant? Yes, Munson. Don’t worry, your eyes don’t deceive you.” You stroll over to the counter to gather up the fresh returns. He continues to stand there, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

“Holy shit- you’re pregnant? Like, for real?” You nod your head, shuffling through his film choices. You pull out his copy of Alien and flash it his way.

“I mean, could be a chest-burster. Guess I’ll just have to wait until it comes out.”

You smile proudly at your own joke, but Eddie seems to be lost in his own world. He leans against the counter, and you join him hopping atop the surface to rest your feet. His dark brown eyes were now laced with concern, meeting with yours as the question slipped from his lips.

“Is it Steve’s?” It was the first time you’d properly heard his name in months, even Robin would cautiously avoid speaking about him unless you mentioned him (which you hadn’t). His name hits you like a tonne of bricks, but you kept your composure as you nodded your head. Eddie lets out a soft exhale, rubbing the back of his neck absent-mindedly.

“Wow.” He mutters under his breath.

“Yeah, wow.”

An oddly comfortable silence fills the air. As much as you love Robin’s company, seeing only her for the past two months has left you yearning for some outside contact. You’d pulled away completely from the gang after Steve’s death, so it felt nice to be around someone you called a friend again. And though you were yet to take him up on his offer, his kind words the night Steve vanished hadn’t gone unnoticed. He clears his throat awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“So uh- good to see you back working again. I mean, Buckley loves giving me a hard time over my late returns…” He gestures to the scattered VHS tapes on the counter, and you let out a chuckle.

“It’s alright, your secrets safe with me.” You give him a genuine smile as you begin organizing the tapes.

“And you’re okay to be working on your feet like this? Y’know, with the whole-” He motions to your belly flippantly, the silver adorning his fingers catching your eye.

“It’s cool, Eddie. Robin’s practically chained me to this counter and insists on playing foreign films every day. Something about babies learning a second language in the womb.”

Eddie quirks his brow at your remark, a smile now growing on his face.

“‘Course she is.” The mess of curls fall around his face as he shakes his head, clearing his throat. “Well, you let me know if Keith is giving you any grief. Like, lunch breaks, or you need time off- all that shit. I can be quite…persuasive, y’know?”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Eddie.”

He drums his hands against his thighs as he begins walking backwards towards the door, a smile now permanently plastered to his face.

“I’ll see you round, then.”

“See you, Eddie.”

He swings open the front door, the bell above chiming away. But he stops in his tracks, giving the door frame a quick pat as he turns his focus back to you.

“Oh, uh- no pressure but Wayne was thinking of making spaghetti tonight, and Dustin’s coming over to help me on a new campaign. Never any room in our fridge for all the leftovers so- like, you’d be welcome to join if you didn’t feel like cooking after work or whatever-” Eddie rambles on, uncharacteristically nervous as fidgets with his rings. You smile warmly at his offer.

“I’m closing tonight, plus Robin dropped me some TV dinners the other day. But, can I take a raincheck on that?”

A grin takes over Eddie’s face, cheeks dimpled as his posture relaxes.

“‘Course, you’re welcome anytime.”

By the time you’re pulling back into the trailer park, the sky has already begun to dim with a soft purple hue on the horizon. Your beat up Pinto rolls along the rough terrain, pulling into your makeshift driveway. Turning the engine off, you let out a sigh. The days are feeling longer, everything becoming more of an effort than usual. And you’re doing it all on your own. Shutting the car door behind you, you trudge along up your front steps to see a small tupperware container sitting on the welcome mat. You bend down and pick it up, the sensor light above you illuminating a sticky-note on top. Peeling it off, you read the scratchy writing on top:

Save your microwave meal for another night. I’ve heard babies need nutrients and protein and shit like that, so eat up. Eddie.

You chuckle at his brash choice of words, and glance over your shoulder to look at the Munson trailer. A bike is leaning against the front deck, which you’re positive is Dustin’s. A soft light beams through the living room window, the curtain moving slightly from the breeze of the evening. Gratitude fills your heart as you open your front door, entering your quiet trailer.

Maybe you’re not as alone in all of this as you thought.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #pregnant!reader #stranger things fic #dumbslxtclub #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff

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liviavanrouge · 1 month

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New Friends

Amara: *Smiles wide, looking around demons looking at her* Wow!

???: What's an angel doing in Hell?

Amara: *Turns finding a stunning fox demon behind her* OH HELLO! I'm Amara and I'm exploring!

???: I'm Vixenne, and you shouldn't be walking around in such a tacky outfit, follow me

Vixenne: *Takes Amara's hand, walking into a clothes shop*

Amara: *Gasps, looking around* SO BEAUTIFUL!

???: Vixenne?

Vixenne: *Looks over as five other demons came in, smiling at them* Moral, Akuji, Hansika, Caine, and Lamia! We have a gorgeous guest in how presence!

Amara: *Waves* Hello...

Caine: *Takes her hand and presses a kiss to the back* Gorgeous you are, lady angel~

Amara: Oh...thank you..

Vixenne: *Smiles taking Amara's hand, lifting the curtain up* Come darling, we shall make you look stunning!

Amara: You're the first nicest demons I've met besides some of my other friends

Vixenne: Of course! Here at Fox Styles, we don't discriminate, we dress any and everybody!

Amara: That's amazing!

Vixenne: Hm...I have a hunch about something~~

Amara: Huh?

Vixenne: *Leans close her hands on her knees, smiling* Is there someone you wanna impress?

Amara: *Stares then gasps looking flustered* OH! I-I guess there is

Vixenne: Then never fear! For your friend Vixenne is here! I'll make you look so gorgeous he'll run away!

Amara: *Laughs as Vixenne took her hands* Thank you!

Vixenne: *Spins around the room with Amara chuckling* Just rock your style honey! No need for gratitude!

~~~~~

Alastor: Where's Amara?

Vaggie: She went out-

Alastor: *Looks at them* By herself

Angel Dust: Hey, she said she didn't want to burden us so she left a note and took off

Charlie: I was just on my way to go se-

Alastor: *Drops his staff, staring past Charlie*

Amara: *Walks in wearing a red back dip dress, a black bow around her waist with a bow facing the back, fake rose petals scattered around the chest part and the back of the outfit. Black gloves covering her hands to her elbows. red medium heels on her feet. Her hair up in a bun with a braid around it*

Angel Dust: *Stands up and walks over, smiling* Woah, look at you cutie! Give us a spin!

Amara: *Giggles as he took her hand and twirled her around*

Charlie: *Hugs her spinning around* You look so beautiful Amara!

Vaggie: Showy but beautiful

Husk: *Nods*

Nifty: So pretty!

Amara: *Smiles feeling flustered* Thank you everyone, my new friend dressed me up!

Charlie: How sweet, you've made a friend!

Alastor: *Stares at her, perking up when Amara looked at him*

Amara: Ala-

Alastor: *Turns into a shadow, leaving the room*

Amara: *Stares in surprise* Oh!

Husk: Looks like he couldn't take the heat

Amara: Guess she was right when she said she'd make him run away

Charlie: *Chuckles*

@anxious-twisted-vampire

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tcwmatchmakingau · 9 months

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One Call Away - Pt. 1

Summary: Thorn wants Fox to find love, and he’s counting on Daria to make it happen. An unstoppable force is about to meet an immovable object.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Daria Trace (OC)

Rating: G (later chapters will get spicy 👀)

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2886

Written to: The Archer by Taylor Swift

Massive shoutout to @deejadabbles not only for taking the first/last look but also encouraging me so much. Wouldn’t have made it without her 🥰

Matchmaking for the clones was nothing like matchmaking for the smarmy elites of Coruscant. The most noticeable difference was the way they showed their gratitude after a successful match. Daria had received expensive bottles of whiskey, opera tickets and even furs from clients. The gifts were accompanied by generic messages clearly written by their aides, and while Daria wouldn’t say no to good whiskey or a fun night at the theatre, the gifts were perfunctory in nature.

The clones, however, showed their appreciation with their hearts. Daria had received flowers clearly stolen from someone’s greenhouse that perfectly matched her lavender hair, gift cards for iced coffee, all manner of fidgets to keep her occupied, and her favorite, new photos of them with their new partners.

Commander Thorn in particular was immensely grateful for his new girlfriend, but when he’d come by bearing a gift he’d also had a request.

“I’m always happy to see you Thorn, but I’m curious as to why you have a knife in my office,” Daria said, eyeing the blade Thorn was twirling around.

“You like to keep your hands busy, right? So you can learn to spin this, and eventually how to throw it,” he replied with a mischievous grin. “Your hands will never be bored again.”

“A bold claim,” she said, following the knife’s movements. There was something alluring about such a dangerous plaything in motion, and she found her fingers twitching in anticipation. “Ok, I’ll try it.”

“That’s my girl!” He brought the knife to an abrupt stop offering it to her handle first.

Daria took the knife and began slowly moving it through her fingers. Thorn watched her work out the best way, as her hand was much smaller than his, and bare. After one minute, the knife was flipping through her fingers quickly and smoothly.

“Kriff, this is really fun,” she confessed quietly. She couldn’t play with it around other people, unless she was hoping to intimidate them, but when she was alone it would definitely be in heavy rotation amongst her other toys. “Thank you, Thorn.”

“You’re welcome, and now for the part where I beg for assistance.”

Daria stopped the knife, placing it on her desk with a decisive click.

“She does not wish to receive heart-shaped jewelry, so go back to the drawing board on that one,” Daria said after a moment of scrutiny.

“Wha-, how did you-?” Thorn stammered. Daria’s uncanny ability to snatch up threads of thought still left him speechless every time. But he was a man on a mission, and recovered quickly. “Consider the jewelry scrapped. I need to bring someone to you. He needs your help.”

Daria’s dark brown eyes lit up instantly. A smile played around her full lips, as she grabbed her datapad.

“You’ve got my attention,” she said with a raised brow.

“Excellent. It’s my ori’vod, Fox,” Thorn said, his face growing serious.

“Marshal Commander ‘Fall in line or fuck off’ Fox?” Daria asked.

Thorn nodded, “That’s the one. He practically lives in his office still, and he needs someone to get him out. Someone that makes him want to take his days off. Someone who he can’t intimidate. Who won’t take his shit.”

“You want me to find someone who’s not intimidated by the most intimidating authority figure on the planet? Possibly in the quadrant?”

“You’re Daria Trace. You found someone that made Wolffe smile. Not a ‘last thing you see before you die’ smile, but an ‘I’m so in love’ smile,” Thorn said, his bright eyes soft and hopeful.

“While everything you just said is true,” Daria conceded. “Commander Wolffe wanted my help. I feel like Commander Fox will toss me in a holding cell, if I so much as suggest he needs my assistance finding a date.”

“But he does,” Thorn insisted. “Just meet him. If he’s hopeless, he’s hopeless. If he’s not, promise me you’ll find someone for him.”

Daria adored the clones, but the way they wielded those big brown eyes was brutal. It was nearly impossible to deny them anything in one’s power.

“Bring him in,” she said finally, caving to Thorn’s masterful tooka eyes.

“Wizard! I knew you’d be up for it,” He cheered. “This means the world to me, Daria. He deserves to live his life.”

“You all do,” she assured him. “I promise I’ll do all I can. Now put on your helmet and get out of my office.”

Thorn shot her a winning smile, and left with a pep in his step. The door had barely closed behind him before Daria was researching Fox on the holonet while she twirled her new vibroblade.

***

Fox never thought he would miss the rules that led all of his vode to keep their relationships under wraps, but then Right to Love set up shop. He now had a battalion of love struck shock troopers, who couldn’t stop going on and on about their new partners, and their matchmakers.

Everywhere he went it was:

“Tarsi changed my life.”

“I owe Yen everything.”

“Daria is a miracle worker.”

Daria Fucking Trace. She was Thorn’s favorite, and he’d been bugging Fox to come and meet her ever since his first date with his now girlfriend. Every three to five business days, he’d be back at it again. Fox loved seeing his brothers happy, and thriving. Especially Thorn, even though he was testing Fox’s patience.

Fox had made the mistake of saying Thorn’s lunch looked tasty, and he’d eagerly explained his girlfriend made it for him, and Fox could have homemade lunches with love notes too, if he would just meet Daria.

“Look, Fox, I know you’re very attached to your nocturnal, work is my life persona, but we’re free men now,” Thorn said before biting into his lunch, humming with joy at the taste. “We deserve to be happy. Especially you, vod.”

“Free or not, we still have a job to do. One of us has to stay focused, so the rest can go off with pretty nat borns,” Fox countered, sipping on an iced caf.

“You should be out with pretty nat borns too. Why are you punishing yourself?”

“I’m not punishing myself. I’m just too busy for a relationship. Someone has to keep this place in order. As Marshal Commander,” Fox began.

“As Marshal Commander,” Thorn mocked with an exaggerated voice. “Just go with me to meet her. If it doesn’t work, I’ll kriff off. But if she can find you a nice young woman or man to get the stick out of your ass…”

“Will you leave me the kriff alone if I say yes?” Fox demanded.

“Yes! For a time.”

“And I won’t have to hear about Daria Trace for the next 30 rotations minimum?”

“Sure thing…but you’ll go?” Thorn looked so excited, even Fox felt himself melting a little. His soft spot for Thorn would never harden it seemed.

“Fine. Set it up.”

“YES!” Thorn cheered before taking a victorious bite of his lunch, grinning as he chewed.

***

Daria waltzed to the lobby promptly at 1259 hours, and found Blizzard obsessively straightening his desk.

“What are you doing, Blizz?” She asked with barely concealed amusement.

“The Commander Fox is coming here. I just want everything to be perfect.” He leaned closer and offered in a conspiratorial whisper, “He’s so kriffing cool. Total badass. I’m equally terrified and in awe.”

“Is that so?” Daria asked with a grin.

Blizzard nodded, and opened his mouth to say more, but at 1300 hours on the dot the door was opening to admit Commander Thorn with Commander Fox in tow.

Thorn always brought wonderful energy into any space, and Daria found his presence comforting if a bit wild.

Fox’s energy was an entirely different story. Contained, but utterly commanding with the fiercest protective intent. She couldn’t focus on anything else no matter how she tried, but the part that surprised her was the blissful feeling of being utterly secure. Safe. Relaxed.

Her constant desire to fidget was quelled. Her fingers rested in her pockets. Her weight held in place rather than shifting. Her heart was steady, calm.

Is this what other people feel like all of the time? Daria thought, offering a dazzling smile to the pair of commanders.

Thorn, never being one for ceremony, scooped Daria up into a bear hug, squishing her against his armored chest until she wheezed in protest.

“I’m happy to see you too,” she coughed out, as he placed her back on her feet.

“I forget how tiny and soft you are,” Thorn said as though he was amused.

“Scientists and therapists under 5’7” aren’t known for breeding kids of the blaster-toting, knife-gifting variety,” Daria said, lifting one expertly arched brow.

“It’s ok, Daria, we can’t all be perfect,” Thorn said, pulling his helmet off, and shaking his curls free. “This is Commander Fox. Fox, this is Daria Trace. The miracle matchmaker.”

“Is that what you’ve been telling people about me?” Daria asked, her face warming up instantly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Commander. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m sure my exploits were greatly exaggerated. Especially coming from my dear little brother,” Fox said, his tone bored, and drier than Tatooine.

Oh this will be fun. Daria thought.

“Well, I’ll let you do your thing, and find Fox a wife or a husband. He’s not picky,” Thorn said with a smirk. “He can’t be with that face.”

The modulator did nothing to hide the sigh of sheer exhaustion from Fox.

“You have the same…clone humor. I should have expected nothing less from you,” Daria said with a soft laugh.

“Don’t indulge him,” Fox said tilting his head at her disapprovingly.

“Sorry. Follow me,” Daria said, with a laugh.

Fox followed the matchmaker down the hall. Everything about her said she’d never followed a rule in her life. From her mismatched earrings to the way she walked like there was music playing only she could hear. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes, the way her rich voice wrapped around the word Commander like the concept of authority amused her. It was completely unsurprising that Thorn was fond of her.

Reaching her office, Fox scanned the room quickly. A wall devoted to her successful matches no doubt, as he saw several of his brothers’ faces, including Thorn and Wolffe. There were a number of small toys scattered across Daria’s desk. Fox counted 10. Some brightly colored, some durasteel, and before she could stash it in a drawer…

“Is that a vibroblade?” he asked, folding his arms, as he took a seat at her desk.

“Gift from Thorn,” she said, closing the drawer where she kept the weapon turned fidget toy.

“Don’t cut yourself with it,” Fox said. “It’ll be a mountain of paperwork when you have to explain to a doctor how a matchmaker got stabbed with a vibroblade.”

“Don’t lose sleep over it, Commander,” Daria said, whipping the knife out of the drawer and spinning it quickly through her fingers while keeping her eyes on his visor.

“How long have you been practicing that?”

“Every free moment for 3 rotations,” she confessed.

Fox shook his head. That tracked.

“You didn’t come all the way here to discuss my knife skills. You need a date.”

“I’m only doing this to get Thorn off of my ass,” Fox said, folding his arms, and sitting back in the chair across from Daria.

“Ah so you’d like to hang out in my office, kill an hour, and then go back and pretend I’m a fake?” Daria asked, with a raised brow.

“Something like that.”

Daria laughed, and Fox noted the sound was pleasant, infectious. “Nope. My professional reputation is as sparkling as your service record, Commander.”

“Please. This is guess work at best,” He argued.

“Oh yeah? Try me.”

“How?” He asked.

“Talk to me.”

“That’s what I’m doing now.”

Daria released a sigh, and fixed him with a look. “I mean about something real like why Thorn is so invested in your love life.”

“Because he’s a nosy little brother. As an only child, you wouldn’t know about that,” He said, relaxing his arms, as he made himself comfortable. He was disappointed when his revelation was met with a satisfied little grin instead of surprise.

“I hope you found something more interesting than that in my background check,” She said, placing her elbows on the desk, and resting her chin on her crossed fingers.

“Perhaps. I’d never show all of my cards right away, Trace,” He said with a light shrug. “And neither would you.”

You wanna play hardball, let’s play. She thought.

“Ok, you think I'm a fraud; I think you’re afraid.”

The lightest shift in energy in the room told Daria she’d struck a nerve.

“What makes you think that?” He asked, keeping his voice professional and even.

“A very long list of things that I couldn’t get through with 2 full rotations devoted to you, so let’s split my lunch, Thorn’ll think we did the whole thing, and you can go back to pretending you’re happy.” Reaching into her bottom desk drawer, Daria pulled out her lunch, and set about portioning out half for Fox.

“Here,” She said, passing him half of her pasta, and half of a large pastry.

He’d been on the verge of declining and walking out, but he was absolutely starving, and it looked so delicious. Especially the pastry. His sweet tooth wouldn’t let him say no. He accepted the food, and watched as Daria got comfortable in her chair, one leg tucked beneath her, as she started eating.

There was a light hiss, as Fox unsealed and removed his helmet. He was acutely aware of the matchmaker’s gaze, as she took in his features. He could hear her mentally noting the differences between him and his brothers. The scar on his nose, his curls held back by a red headband, the dark circles under his eyes.

He shoved a forkful of pasta into his mouth, and resisted humming in pleasure. Of course it’s delicious. Perfect. He thought, annoyed.

“Good?” She asked, swallowing her current bite, and looking hopeful.

“Yeah,” He confessed. “I don’t really make time to cook.”

“I’d be more surprised if you did.”

They continued to eat in a surprisingly companionable silence until Fox bit into the pastry. Fuck, ok. He thought.

“I’m not pretending I’m happy,” he blurted out before taking another bite of the fluffy treat.

“I didn’t peg you for a liar, Commander.”

“I’m not lying,” He shot back, brow furrowed.

“You were bred for war, told you’d see the stars, and got stuck in this corrupt skughole,” Daria said, twirling noodles onto her fork. “Your life is your own now, but you insist on clinging to what you know because it’s safe, simple, comforting.”

“You don’t have a sense of duty, clearly,” Fox said with a roll of his eyes.

“No, I do. I just also believe that my life is mine, and feeling fulfilled is important. That can look different for different people,” she replied. “Do you feel fulfilled?”

He stared down at his food for a moment. “You’re irritating, did you know that?”

“I’ve heard it a few times.”

After another long moment, Fox confessed, “Maybe coming home to someone wouldn’t be terrible, but they’d have to understand the job comes first. My hours aren’t normal, and I don’t dance.”

“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” Daria said, scooping up her datapad and making some notes while she munched on half of the pastry. “Do you like animals?”

“No.”

“This is going to take forever, if you keep lying to me,” she said without missing a beat as she marked yes.

“How do you do that? It’s exhausting,” Fox snapped, shoving the last bite of pastry into his mouth.

“It’s always been like that,” Daria looked up then, and fixed him in her gaze. “You have a sweet tooth. It’s bad.”

“So find me a baker.”

“It’s not that easy.”

After another hour of getting raked over the coals by the matchmaker, Daria escorted Fox back to the lobby.

“I’ll call you,” she said with a mysterious little smile. “Bye, Thorn.”

“Bye, Daria. Thank you,” Thorn called as she made her way back down the hallway.

Fox watched her go before slipping out of the front door and taking a deep breath once it had closed behind him.

“She’s amazing, right?” Thorn asked, joining him.

Fox pulled on his helmet. “She’s as obnoxious as you without the shared DNA to make it tolerable.”

“Whatever, you love me,” Thorn said, as he donned his own helmet. “Let’s go get food. I’m starving.”

“I already ate. Go take your girlfriend to a food stand, and I’ll see you in a little while,” Fox ordered.

“Sir, yes, sir,” Thorn replied, taking off towards the train.

Alone with his thoughts, Fox wandered back towards the barracks.

Daria Fucking Trace was an absolute menace. There was no doubt about it.

***

No less than 15 minutes after Fox’s departure, Daria was twirling her blade, and flipping through profiles. No one currently in the system would suit the salty Commander, but she was determined to find someone who could make that man smile. He might have been hard on the outside, but those soft insides deserved someone who would cherish him.

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #Coruscant Guard #Original Clone Characters #commander fox x oc #tcw commander fox #tcw commander thorn #oc: daria trace #oc: blizzard #star wars oc #seven writes

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thecuriousquest · 11 months

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Hi can I please ask for a yandere izuka midoriya and hitoshi shinso

Where they have a quiet darling

That wears Jirai Kai fashion because of their abandonment issues and because it's cute

It kind of makes me think of it as a coping mechanism

Izuku and Hitoshi Clothing Headcanons

Yandere Izuku x Reader

Yandere Hitoshi x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, nudity, abandonment issues

Checkout my Master List here.

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Setting the scene:

Your abandonment issues, whether they stem from being forgotten by your parents at a store when you were young or being neglected throughout your childhood, are still alive and well. You use fashion as a sense of comfort. The clothes bringing you peace. The colors bringing you emotional security.

It all changes when you’re kidnapped, however. Forced to wear nearly nothing. After being good for a while, you ask your captor for your favorite type of clothing: Jirai Kai.

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku would absolutely indulge in your coping mechanism. He would go out and buy you outfits, bringing them home to you. You look so cute in them as you twirl in front of the mirror. His heart bursts with joy at how beautiful you are.

However, he is a little disturbed that you want comfort from clothes over him. If it makes you really happy, however, he’ll do whatever it takes.

When your new clothes touch your skin, you’re instantly in a better place. The cute skirt and long sleeves just feel like home to you. You give Izuku the biggest hug with a smile on your face.

“Thank you so much. This means the world to me,” you tell him with gratitude prominent in your voice.

He thinks you’re starting to turn around now, and he expects more from you. He expects you to be okay with him hugging you whenever he wants, pulling you into his arms when you’re going to sleep, giving and receiving kisses any time.

If you don’t, he won’t tear up your clothes, he’ll just take them away as a punishment. He doesn’t like getting physical with you, only saving that for escaping or pestering him about leaving. He’ll help you out of your clothes, fold them up neatly, put them in a box, and give you one of his shirts to walk around in. If that doesn’t improve your behavior, he’s taking the shirt and making it cold as hell in the house.

Once you’re good again, he’s returning the temperature to normal and giving you your clothes back, and you know what he expects.

“Thank you for giving me my clothes back, Daddy,” you say as you sniffle, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Hitoshi Shinso:

Hitoshi isn’t as emotionally inclined as Izuku. He would feign nonchalance, but in reality, he thinks you’re the most adorable thing in the world! Of course he would give a fuck, you’re his darling. Anything that matters to you matters to him, so he’ll buy you a few outfits if it makes you happy.

You don’t have a full length mirror, only the mirror on the wall in the bathroom. You have to jump up or stand on your toes in order to see your entire ensemble. It doesn’t matter to you though. You look good, so you feel good. The clothes make you so excited that you twirl and spin for Hitoshi. He cocks an eyebrow at how cute you’re acting, obviously amused.

“I just love it so much! You knew exactly what to get. Thank you!” You jump up and hug him like a puppy.

He holds you closely and strokes your H/C hair while telling you, “It’s no problem at all.” What he really wants to say is “anything for you, Darling”.

If you’re bad, oh no. Please, just, don’t be bad. He’ll use his quirk on you and force you to cut up your own clothes. When you finally come to and you see the scissors in your hand and shredded fabric on the floor, you start sobbing instantly. He looks at you without an ounce of pity, only crossing his arms and saying, “If you had just obeyed, then I wouldn’t have had to do this. You only have yourself to blame. Now, clean this shit up.” He’ll take the scissors from you too, just so that you can’t use them against him.

When you’ve finally redeemed yourself, he’ll buy you more of your comfort clothes. He’ll even let you pick some of them out online. Hitoshi will wrap an arm around you, holding you close while you point out which ones you like.

“Now, what have we learned?” He asks condescendingly.

“…Not to be bad. Thank you for letting me get more, Sir.” Your tone is more subdued this time, but you still feel a sense of felicity knowing that you’ll have your clothes very soon.

#my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #yandere #izuku midoriya #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere izuku #yandere izuku x reader #bnha izuku #mha izuku #mha izuku midoriya #mha yandere #bnha yandere #hitoshi shinso #yandere hitoshi shinso #bnha Hitoshi #mha hitoshi #MHA hitoshi shinso #triggering content

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meekswillinherittheearth · 5 months

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What the Poets are like in my DR!

this is a response to this ask! hope you enjoy!! posting it a bit earlier than originally intended bc i couldn't take the anticipation anymore :)

Neil Perry

my found family brother!!

always looking out for me

he was the first person i met when i started at Welton

we do bicker like siblings but it's okay

i love going to his plays, watching him perform is so much fun and he is so happy

seeing him like that is enough to heal the soul

we share books a lot

i do his stage makeup!

he makes the strangest little sounds sometimes

it will be dead silent and he'll make a silly little squeaky sound

always joins me and my dad (mr keating) for family time

Todd Anderson

he's so sweet and caring

he can be very sarcastic though

insert the "the one with the buck teeth?" situation 😭

he's super funny without trying to

we're both super anxious and it's nice to have someone around who understands that

amazing hugs!! not often, but they are healing

that time i was having a really stressful day and he hugged me and i immediately cried

he can be insecure about his relationships with people because he thinks people don't wanna be around him and just hang out with him out of pity

he needs reassurance but refuses to act for it

really good at painting! i got him watercolors for his birthday <3

he deserves everything. if i could give you the moon i would todd bb

Charlie Dalton

outrageous drama queen

he loves dancing

never said he was good at it though!

it's mostly just twirling

flirts with you to antagonize you but only if you tell him it's okay, he would never wanna make someone uncomfortable <3

my number 1 supporter since forever

superrrr competitive

can and will turn anything into a competition

massive cheesy nerd but denies it adamantly

he cares about his friends more than anything

very very affectionate

wants to be touching someone at all times

his love language is 1000% touch

very talented at music, he can play guitar, sax and a little bit of drums

doesn't sing often but definitely can

hates studying, not because he doesn't care about his education, but because it's not stimulating enough for his brain and he gets distracted really easily

i've said it once and i'll say it again, he is EVERYONES BIGGEST CHEERLEADER!!!

we're polar opposites but will match energy when needed

knows when to be hyperactive and when to be chill and quiet

sarcastic, always being a little shit

"hey charlie, will you pass me that?" "um, no" as he's passing it to you type of thing

gets me out of my shell, which i appreciate so much <3

i really benefit from the confidence he gives me and he likes being around someone who doesn't expect him to be going at a million miles an hour all the time

Knox Overstreet

my gossip buddy!

when we're bored we sit and people watch and make up life stories for the people we see

he has the silliest, most giggle

can and will lift you up

on his shoulders, picking you up and spinning you around, no matter what, it will happen

i watched him pick Charlie up and shake him and nearly peed myself laughing

very platonically affectionate, like little cheek kisses and stuff

it's his way of showing gratitude

hes also pretty sensitive and emotional

he read pride and prejudice and cried his eyes out

type of guy to kick his feet and giggle while twirling his hair

Gerard Pitts

hits his head off things at least once a day

so long and gangly and strange

like those things at car dealerships (affectionate)

he's so sarcastic and goofy

we always gang up on Charlie when he does/says something stupid

he takes his grades very seriously

but he isn't a stick in the mud about it

loves music so much

its one of the main things i hear him talk about

finds and keeps cool rocks

gives them to people when they're having a rough day

penguin behavior tbh

he is just a silly guy!

Steven Meeks

this is gonna be a long one, buckle up lovelies

we met and instantly clicked

inconsolably sweet, all the time

also kind of a chronic people pleaser but we're working on it okay!

we both have an affinity for latin

we have secret conversations in latin sometimes <3

about a week after we first met he asked Charlie if I was dating anyone but made him promise not to tell me (which didn't last long)

when we met i complimented his glasses and he blushed and went "thank you, i need them to see. i like your freckles."

he did not realize how hilarious of a response that was until later

falling asleep on his shoulder when we're up late studying <3

GETTING PRINCESS CARRIED!!!!!

he always wants to carry me places. who needs legs honestly

flustering him is so easy and i love to do it because it's so funny

trying to teach him how to dance and he trips over his own feet

he has the softest most beautiful curls ever

tiny little ringlets by his ears!! my heart is melting!!!!

and his eyes.... cut the cameras

hes so pretty

him laying in my lap while i read to him

leaving lipstick all over his face and him not realizing.... the literal cutest

he is always the first one I run to when I get off stage after a recital (they all come to my ballet recitals in my dr)

us always getting caught staring at each other <3

writing poetry for each other!!!!

his love language is acts of service and quality time

his glasses are somehow constantly fogging up

he always offers me his sweater/coat/jacket when i'm chilly

my love im kicking my feet and giggling writing about him

he feels like the song 'let the light in' by lana del rey

#📖. asks #shiftblr #shifting #shifting realities #dead poets society #dps fandom #dps #steven meeks #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #this was so fun to do

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darsynia · 1 year

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Ahhhhh this is just... I'm so delighted. *hugs notification email to chest*

#this person's review was also just so affirming and wonderful??#spinning twirls of gratitude #when you love something you created and you're just so stinking pleased when other people do too #story: exile all the longer

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kay-elle-cee · 1 year

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Nicknames

500 words || Something that's been knocking around in my head that I thought could fit the @jilymicrofics promps 14 and 19: Love and Glasses (respectively).

The reception was in full swing—the little garden behind their cottage hosting roughly two dozen of their closest friends, twirling and swaying to the instruments that had been enchanted to play through the evening.

James and Lily watch on from their kitchen window, an aura of pure happiness around them. James' chin rests on her head, arms wrapped around her from behind. A sigh of contentment escapes her lips and he presses a kiss to her temple before spinning her to face him with a delighted laugh, white dress splaying out around her.

Each stepping towards the other, they meet in the middle of their little kitchen and come together for a tender, unhurried kiss.

“Thought you could sneak away at your own bloody wedding?”

The guilty parties break apart at the sound of Sirius’ voice, varying degrees of exasperation on each of their faces. James jerks his chin towards the door. “Padfoot, bugger off. I'm snogging my wife.”

"Oi, I come bearing gifts! Or, a gift for Evans, at least." Sirius grins at James before turning his focus on Lily. "As a wedding present, the lads and I talked and we'd like to officially welcome you into the fold and gift you the use of our nicknames."

Lily's breath unexpectedly catches in her throat.

"Oh." A single syllable holds the surprise and deep, deep gratitude at being bestowed with such an honor. She clears her throat in an attempt to keep her voice steady. “Thank you."

Lily can feel James pull her in a little closer, the importance of the gesture—however silly it seems—touching him as much as it touches her. He runs his thumb back and forth on her arm and pivots the conversation, looking to Sirius. "And what did you get me?"

"Nothing. You're rich, you don't need anything."

"You're rich!"

"Shh, Prongs, I'm talking to your wife."

Lily's eyes follow the conversation between the two men as her chest, which she thought was already filled to capacity after all the love and tears and 'I do's, seems in danger of exploding.

"Now Padfoot," she starts, and she sees the way James' eyes sparkle a little brighter at her inclusion in something that's been so sacred to the four of them for so many years. "Be a mate and bugger off so I can continue snogging my husband before it's time for cake."

Sirius bows as he backs out of the room. "As you wish, Mrs. Prongs."

She turns back and finds James smiling down at her, eyes twinkling behind his glasses, and feels how her own cheeks ache from her identical grin. He pulls her closer by her hips and places his lips next to her ear. "We'll workshop your own nickname."

The loose sleeve of her wedding gown cascades down her arm as she places her hand on his cheek, gently shaking her head. "I quite like Mrs. Prongs," she teases, lifting up on her toes and bringing her lips to meet his once more.

#kelsey writes #kay elle cee #jily #jilymicrofics #microfic #fluff #honestly i'm on a roll with the fluff #who is she?#jple #nicknames

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flyingcoffeemugs2 · 8 months

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*cracks fingers* lemme bring the dick out

“Fuck off, Lasso”

“Oi! Tartt! Mind your manners and show some fucking gratitude towards the man”

“Don’t worry, I got this Roy-o”, Lasso says quickly, trying to calm the harry ape down.

“And what is it you fucking got, gaff?” he hums, pushing into Lasso’s space.

“Tartt!”

“And you,” he spins on Kent “Why don’t you mind the fucking business that pays you?” He squares his shoulders “Why don you actually do the fucking job while you’re at it too? Gratitude, fuck off.”

“Reel it in, Tartt!”, Kent marches his cyborg body towards him.

“Oh I see, I get it, this right here is precious, innit?” he starts “Oh yeah it is. You’re grateful aren’t you Roy-o? You’re very grateful because you? You were done, you were irrelevant, all you could do was watch it all from the outside”

“You’re about to cross a line there, son”, Lasso puts a hand on his shoulder and Jamie shrugs it off like he’s been burned, pouring petrol on this train wreck that’s been out of his hands from the very beginning,

“Sitting there like a posh twat in a studio, yapping away,” he pushes on. “And now you’re here, with gratitude. Coaching us. You must be so grateful. These really are your glory days because this? This is as good as it's ever going to fucking get for you. Stop projecting all your shit on me,” he turns to Lasso,“And I ain’t your fucking son”. It’s Kent’s harsh laugh that has his head turning back.

“Look who’s fucking talking. You silly fucking hypocrite”

“Roy, I don't think-“, Lasso is waving his hands, a bit more urgency rushing out before Kent interrupts him.

“No, no Lasso, he’s a big fucking boy,” Kent says “He can fucking take it. Because Jamie here? Well he’s never been relevant in his fucking life. Sitting on the outside, all by him-fucking-self. News on the grapevine was no one would even have you, not a single fucking club would touch you, so you had to tuck tail and crawl all the way back here,” he twirls his finger around before landing it on Jamie’s chest. “And you know what, Tarrt? At least I had a legacy. What have you ever had that you didn’t have to pay for?”

(Absolutely ADORE how my mind just blanks out on the next chapter but is pumping chapter 5 content right into my brain.)

#jamie tartt #ted lasso #roy kent #jamie tartt & roy kent #jamie tartt & ted lasso #afc richmond #flesh &/ +meat #fanfic excerpt #fanfic

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dftea · 4 months

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Of Dances, Distractions, and Dangers

Three dancers, three dances, three dangerous distractions.

Jaskier & Geralt & Yennefer, pining and longing and stabbing, oh my! (geraskefer)

Jaskier launches into another crowd pleaser with a smile on his face and a twisting in his gut.

Yennefer and Geralt are gliding around the dancefloor like two people in love, as if there is no one else in the room. Thank the gods that Jaskier can’t grind his teeth while he’s singing or he’d have only gums left.

He knows it’s a ploy - they had discussed it at length, after all; argued over the risks, the potential reward. He knows he’s the distraction, the flashy airhead bard with his silks and smiles, while mutated and magical senses of witcher and witch seek out the threat.

But it's difficult to play his part when he’s so horribly jealous.

He could handle it when they were just fucking - not well, admittedly, but he was younger then. Now there’s fucking with feelings, and he’s definitely too old and too jaded to crush on his best friends like this.

Of course, because he can't take his eyes off them, he notices the man with the dagger just as he raises the blade.

His fingers slip on the lute for the first time in a decade or more, the discordant note obvious and awful. Geralt’s gaze fixes on him, catches his expression, and then he’s spinning and sweeping the would-be assassin's legs out from under him.

And Jaskier picks up the tune like nothing’s happened, nodding to the band in encouragement, as armed guards drag the broken man away.

He catches Yennefer’s nod of gratitude, the kind of gratitude a lioness displays to a gazelle she’s about to devour, and his stomach turns over in an entirely new way.

He is so fucked.

When they arrive at the tavern, there’s already a bard in residence, so Geralt has to suffer Jaskier’s extensive complaining about the loss of coin and then, worse still, his delighted horror that the bard is playing his songs.

She isn’t terrible, with her throaty warble and her delicate lyre, but that doesn’t stop Yennefer and Jaskier from whispering and giggling throughout her first set.

Geralt isn’t sure when the two of them became friends or when they started doing…whatever this is, where Yennefer will learn too close to Jaskier’s lips and he will idly trail his hand over the skirt of her dress.

All he knows is that it makes him feel…something, and he isn’t sure exactly what it is or whether he likes it.

Which is when the bard starts singing “Her Sweet Kiss” and Jaskier drags Yennefer up to dance with him.

Above the music and the crowd, Geralt can barely hear Jaskier murmuring the words against Yennefer’s ear, but her light laughter in response cuts straight through the tavern’s tumult.

And then Jaskier looks over Yennefer’s shoulder, straight into Geralt’s eyes. He smirks, and then turns Yennefer in his arms so that she can look at Geralt while leaning against him.

Which is when he realises that he’s been played, that the gods-damned bard and witch are teasing him.

That the feeling is lust and something else, something sweeter, a honey-coated longing for two people he trusts to be two people he pleases in every way he can imagine.

And they knew before he did, of course, because they’ve always been quick and smart and adventurous in a way he can never hope to match.

Jaskier twirls Yennefer again, takes her back into his arms, and puts on a show for Geralt’s benefit. The way his lips brush against the soft skin of her neck alone…

He stands and strides towards them, grabbing hold of Jaskier’s wrist - all strength hidden beneath flowing fabric, but without an ounce of resistance. Not for him.

“Upstairs. Now.”

His bard’s smile is blinding, and that lilac-scented laughter follows him all the way to their bed.

III

The xenovox buzzes to life on her dressing table, unexpected and dreadful.

“Something’s wrong with Geralt.” Jaskier’s voice is quiet, clandestine. “Strange. He– no, fuck!”

The tiny box is suddenly quiet as a stone, and Yennefer seizes hold of it, portalling to the vicinity of its twin.

She stumbles out into woodland, too still and hushed for the early evening. She looks around the tree she almost walked into - and her heart seizes in her chest.

Jaskier dances around Geralt, one hand raised to his bleeding head and the other held before him, a delicate silver dagger clutched in a white-knuckled grip.

He moves like someone who was trained to the sword, the way a guard captain might shape a young viscount destined for an earldom.

Which is no use at all against a rampaging witcher, even one who seems to have forgotten how to use a sword and is brandishing it like one might wield a stick.

Yennefer can feel the wrongness rolling off Geralt in waves, but she isn’t close enough to affect it. She will need to touch him to grasp hold of whatever has ensnared him.

“Help is coming,” Jaskier tells him through bloodied lips, striving to be calm. “You just have to hold on.”

Geralt responds by taking a swipe at Jaskier, who stumbles back a step or two, belatedly remembering he has a dagger to block with. Little more than a letter opener, really, and Yennefer will insist he carries a real blade in future.

In the future she must create from blood and fear and desperation.

She sees the exact moment that Jaskier notices her: the quick succession of relief that she’s here, the realisation that he must be the distraction, and the resolution to protect her, even though he is fragile and foolish.

“Help is coming,” he repeats, with a wobbly smile, and allows Geralt to stab him.

The blade sticks in the meat of his shoulder, and Yennefer leaps across the clearing to lay both hands on Geralt.

She hears screaming, she tastes blood and ozone, and she forces her eyes open to watch Jaskier’s face as Geralt lets go of the sword and places both hands on their bard’s face.

“Jask…no, you’re bleeding…”

“You’re all right,” Jaskier says, faintly, then pitches forward into Geralt’s chest.

Yennefer is vaguely aware that Geralt is holding them both up, the bleeding bard and the spent sorceress, in a parody of the many nights they’ve spent in torment and lust.

“Fuck,” he says, emphatically, that one word carrying the weight of his guilt.

“Not right now, darling,” Jaskier slurs, and Yennefer cannot help the sob of laughter that escapes her lips.

Later, they will lie together, Yennefer pressed against Geralt’s broad back, as he curls around Jaskier and kisses the pulse at his neck to prove he’s alive.

And Jaskier will laugh and sing a few lines about worrywart witchers, earning him Yennefer’s laughter and Geralt’s grudging smile.

The perfect accompaniment to the dance that ends with the setting sun, that sees them sleeping beneath the stars, dreaming of a constellation of three.

#the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskefer #hurt/comfort #dftea writes

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zapreportsblog · 10 months

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A Mother-Daughter Design Adventure

➥ summary: Jessica can’t turn down a special bonding moment with her oldest child especially since she’s practically begging her to help with her prom dress

➥ a/n: fluff to angst back to fluff, I literally cried writing the ending

➥ one shot

Jessica Drew, also known as Spider-Woman, sat on the floor of her living room, surrounded by fabric swatches and design sketches. It was that time of the year again—prom season. And her teenage daughter, (Y/n), was buzzing with excitement about finding the perfect dress.

(Y/n) stood beside her, her eyes flickering with anticipation. She had always admired her mother's sense of style and creativity, and she couldn't wait to embark on this design adventure together.

"Okay, (Y/n), let's get started," Jessica said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Tell me what you have in mind. What kind of dress do you envision for prom?"

(Y/n) bit her lip, her eyes filled with contemplation. "I want something elegant and unique, Mom. I want to stand out," she replied, her voice filled with determination.

Jessica nodded, her mind already spinning with ideas. "How about we start by choosing the fabric? We can look through these swatches and see what catches your eye," she suggested, laying out an array of fabric samples.

(Y/n) eagerly picked up a few swatches, feeling the textures and examining the colors. Her fingers grazed a rich, deep purple fabric, and her eyes lit up. "This one, Mom! I love the color and the feel of it," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

Jessica smiled, taking note of her daughter's choice. "Great choice, (Y/n). Now, let's move on to the design. Do you have any specific ideas in mind?"

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing in thought. Then, a spark of inspiration ignited in her eyes. "I want a strapless bodice with intricate beading and a flowing A-line skirt. I also want a touch of lace to add a romantic touch," she described, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Jessica's eyes shimmered with pride as she listened to her daughter's vision. "That sounds absolutely stunning, (Y/n). I'm excited to bring your ideas to life," she replied, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

The mother-daughter duo spent hours sketching, discussing design elements, and carefully selecting materials. Jessica guided (Y/n) through the process, offering her expertise while allowing her daughter's vision to take the lead.

As the days turned into weeks, the dress slowly took shape. Jessica meticulously cut the fabric, expertly sewing each piece together. (Y/n) watched with awe as her dream dress began to materialize.

Finally, the day of the prom arrived. (Y/n) slipped into the dress, the deep purple fabric hugging her figure perfectly. Jessica stood back, her eyes welling with tears of pride. "You look absolutely breathtaking, (Y/n). The dress turned out even more beautiful than I imagined," she expressed, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

(Y/n) twirled in front of the mirror, the skirt of the dress swirling around her. "Thank you, Mom. I couldn't have done it without you," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude.

•••

The night of the prom had finally arrived, and (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nerves. She had put so much thought and effort into her custom-designed dress, and now it was time to showcase it. As she entered the venue, her confidence soared as compliments rained down from her classmates.

Her heart swelled with pride, but amidst the sea of praises, (Y/n) couldn't help but notice one girl's icy glare. It was as if her presence alone unsettled this girl, who seemed to hold the title of queen bee in their social circle. (Y/n) tried to ignore the negative energy, focusing instead on enjoying the night with her friends.

However, the jealous girl couldn't resist the opportunity to sabotage (Y/n)'s moment. As (Y/n) made her way through the crowd, she suddenly felt a splash against her dress. Horror washed over her as she realized that her beautiful creation had been ruined by a spilled drink. Panic surged through her veins as she felt tears welling in her eyes.

In a desperate attempt to salvage what was left of her dress, (Y/n) rushed to the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She pulled out her phone and dialed her mother's number, her voice shaking as she explained the situation. "Mom, someone spilled something on my dress. It's ruined," she choked out, her voice filled with desperation.

On the other end of the line, Jessica's heart ached for her daughter. She knew how much effort (Y/n) had put into designing and creating the dress. With a calming voice, Jessica reassured her, "Don't panic, sweetheart. I'm on my way. I have a backup dress that I made just in case. I'll be there soon."

Relief washed over (Y/n) as she clung to the hope that her mother would save the night. Moments later, Jessica arrived at the venue, her heart full of determination. In her arms, she held a dress that shimmered with elegance and enchantment—a dress fit for a princess.

(Y/n) could hardly believe her eyes as she saw the dress her mother had created. It was even more breathtaking than her original design. She hugged her mother tightly, tears of gratitude streaming down her face. "Thank you, Mom. You saved the night," she whispered, her voice filled with love.

With renewed confidence, (Y/n) slipped into the new dress, feeling like a true princess. As she made her way back to the prom, her friends and classmates were left in awe of her beauty and resilience. The jealous girl's eyes widened with envy as she realized that her attempt to ruin (Y/n)'s night had only made her stronger.

Throughout the rest of the evening, (Y/n) danced, laughed, and created cherished memories with her friends. The backup dress became a symbol of her mother's unwavering support and love. It reminded (Y/n) that she was never alone, no matter what challenges she faced.

As the night drew to a close, (Y/n) found herself surrounded by friends, their smiles reflecting the joy in her heart. She knew that this night would forever be etched in her memory, not only as a testament to her resilience but also as a reminder of her mother's unconditional love.

With a heart full of gratitude, (Y/n) approached Jessica, her eyes filled with tears of happiness. "Thank you, Mom, for being my rock and for always being there when I need you. I love you," she expressed, her voice filled with warmth and adoration.

Jessica embraced her daughter tightly, her own eyes shimmering with tears. "You're my strength and inspiration, (Y/n). Remember that no obstacle can diminish your light. I will always be here to lift you up," she replied, her voice filled with love.

As they stood there, locked in a heartfelt embrace, (Y/n) realized that it wasn't the dress that made the night memorable—it was the unwavering love and support of her mother. Together, they had turned a moment of despair into a celebration of resilience, proving that even in the face of adversity, love would always prevail.

#x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse imagines #jessica drew #Jessica drew x reader #Jessica drew imagines #Jessica drew Imagine #spiderverse masterlist #spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist

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@blckswnstm said : Who would've thought that an Intelligentsia Guild's Dr. Veritas Ratio would be accepting of a dance? Especially as she bends down a bit to place a kiss to the back of his hand, showing respect yet still leading the dance on. Their closeness is noticeable as the dance requires such needs, but who would've thought he'd accept it? Black Swan smiles at him, delighted at the prospect of being able to enjoy such moment with someone as selective as Veritas. "Have you found what you wish to know next?" She asks, using this opportunity to engage in a short conversation. Why would he allow a Memokeeper to be so close? Out of personal interest in studying their craft or because he has questions to ask of her? The possibilities are countless, and thus it makes divining just challenging enough. There are no cards, though, not when they turn according to music's tune. "For you to accept my hand and this dance, this closeness that not many would be allowed to step in. You've allowed me, a Memokeeper, to speak with you like this. But worry not, I will not pry," she uses this moment to turn them, effortlessly and gracefully. He can twirl her if he wishes. Their heights allow this to happen easier. "I will ensure you enjoy this dance as a show of gratitude for indulging me in my personal hobby." The royal balls one were held in that castle, she was a princess who danced with countless partners. So long ago, too long ago.

⸻ how rhetorical. to be in the presence of a memokeeper , is to balance on a tightrope , with the knowledge that a storm is to come. and shove the destined to their demise. but , with the sliver of an instance , the mere blink that exists when stabilising , offers more than any text across the cosmos might offer.

the ambitious pursuit of knowledge was a dangerous one , indeed. and not one to be taken be the light — hearted. nor the fools.

her questions , spun to leave even the erudite stunned , basks in the glow of their routine. where their bodies move in symphony , as if tugged by strings belonging to a puppeteer. although , there is acute awareness that every capability exists , and were he to decide upon a wrong move , their dance would be cut short. like the threads the fates would snip with their scissors.

but an emanator of fuli , is not one to trifle with.

❝ i would not accept your hand without realising the repercussions this interaction could pose. ❞ it is true , that their heights are rather befitting for this scenario. for veritas twirls the soothsayer as if it were written to be. ❝ but rejecting your offer would have no difference and i would be a fool to anger a memokeeper of the garden of recollection. ❞

to his chest she spins , briefly caged , in an almost tender embrace.

his organ thrums , against the memetic entity until she is discarded , and twisted away from the chest of the scholar. where eyes meet , flickering in gradients that would blend harmoniously. ❝ what i seek is insurmountable. to have a potential source with answers lying in wait , is tempting , but greed leads to ruin. ❞

footwork resumes , and the music endows the pair , continuing a rare reprieve. ❝ how then , memokeeper , will you prove your word to be true ? ❞

#* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝#* ✦ 𝐕𝐈. ❮ muses ❯ ⸻ ❝ 「 veritas ratio 」#* ✦ blckswnstm #* ✦ blckswnstm | black swan #i have no words tbh #but i loved writing this so #i only hope i didnt overstep or anything because im pretty certain veritas knows about memokeepers and all #he is just a man though so like take that how you will #trying the formatting out again but also its 12 am

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Summer Rain (NCT 127)

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Taeil brings you a cup of tea, pulling you from your reading as you sit in the window seat. The pitter-patter of raindrops on the window is a soothing soundtrack. “Thank you.”

He shrugs off the gratitude. Setting your book aside, you request, “Join me?”

He does, sliding into the space between you and the wall. He pulls you back against his firm chest, arms wrapping loosely around you. It’s the perfect way to spend the day.

Johnny comes in the door to your place, and you’re waiting for him. “Forget something?” You question him. He pouts, hair plastered to his forehead, dripping water into his face. He looks pitiful.

You offer him the towel in your hands, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, he bends forward so you can easily reach his hair. Laughing, you gently dry the soaked strands. “You should probably get out of those wet clothes too.”

It’s an innocent observation but pulls Johnny’s lips into a smirk. His hand moves to his shirt, and before you can protest, he’s pulling it off. “Oh,” he notes, “My chest is wet too. Will you help me dry off?” You resist rolling your eyes, playing along instead.

Taeyong warns, “You’ll catch a cold,” as you leave the cover of the coffee shop awning.

“A little rain never hurt anyone,” you argue, twirling on the empty sidewalk while giggling. Your childish joy must be contagious because soon, he joins you laughing brightly as he spins you around. Then he’s pulling you close, holding you securely as the two of you sway, a silly dance in the rain.

Yuta observes you closely as a clap of thunder seems to shake the house. The loud sound pulls a gasp from your lips. His eyes are keen as he takes in your reaction. “I don’t like storms,” you murmur pitifully.

He can tell, but he takes the admission as an invitation to comfort you. “Come here.” He holds out his arms. You fall into him quickly, basking in his simple comfort and gentle distraction.

Doyoung is waiting for you when you get off the bus. You’re pleasantly surprised to find him standing on the sidewalk with an umbrella.

“What are you doing here?” You question, not even trying to hide your pleased excitement. He shifts the umbrella over you, matching your smile.

“It’s raining,” he says, “And you always forget your umbrella.”

Jaehyun ruffles your hair with a towel as you laugh. “I’m sorry about our date,” he says like he’s worried you’ll be terribly disappointed that your plans got canceled because of the rain.

You aren’t.

Pulling his hands from your hair, you shift closer to him, suggesting lowly, “I can think of another way to spend the day.”

Jungwoo requests, “come outside” when you answer the phone.

“But it’s raining,” you complain.

He chuckles, “I know.”

You find it hard to deny him anything, and that’s how you end up heading out of your door with an umbrella in hand.

“Hey,” he greets, and you parrot him, curious. He grins like a manic as he takes your umbrella, letting it drop to the ground. Before you can complain about getting wet, he’s kissing you. “I’ve always wanted to share a kiss in the rain with someone special.” You suppose a little water isn’t worth complaining about.

Mark has just recounted his day to you over the phone. “You work too hard,” you tell him, wishing he would take some time off but knowing he loves what he does too much.

“What about you?” He asks, “Have you eaten?”

You hesitate to tell him, knowing he’ll scold you, before admitting. “No. It’s been raining all day.” You both know today’s your typical shopping day, so there isn’t really anything in the house. Quickly you add, “I’ll go get food once the rain stops.”

You’re a little surprised when he lets it go. The conversation naturally moves on before the two of you say your goodbyes. The knock on your door is unexpected. You’re shocked to see Mark on the other side, grinning sheepishly, soaking wet with a takeout bag.

Haechan dramatically wails, “I’ll catch a cold.”

You scoff, breathless as you stop running - it’s useless; you’re already soaked. “It’s summer.”

He wails louder. You walk faster, trying to put distance between you both, so people don’t think you know him. He chuckles when he realizes he’s embarrassing you. “I’m wet!”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll find something for you to change into when we get inside if you shut up.”

“You don’t love me,” he accuses as you punch in the code to the apartment complex door. You don’t dignify the accusation with a response. If you weren’t head over heels, you wouldn’t put up with his antics. Once inside, Haechan drapes himself over your back. “The rain was chilly. Warm me up.”

#nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct imagines #nct 127

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