#; I mean if they are just requested muses it's alright for me to manage them

[moonstruckme]

Hello you wonderful, WONDERFUL creation of brilliance! I have another request for the 1k if thats alright.

I think it would be two ghosts?? But its reader x remus (again) where she know hes a werewolf without being told and uses halloween to tell/show him because she can see how guilty he feels for not telling her and scared to tell her.

How/why she knows and how she tells him is up to you love!!

Thank you love x (hopefully that's coherent, toddlers suck and ive only slept 3hrs 😭)

Thanks for requesting (and omg, I hope the toddler(s) become more manageable) <3

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Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus comes to the door looking endearingly rumpled. He’s wearing pajama bottoms and a wrinkled t-shirt, his hair is fluffy from lying in bed all day, and his pillowcase has left a faintly pink crease on his cheek. You gather all this from the split second between him opening the door and promptly shutting it in your face. 

“Remus?” you knock again. “Come on, let me in.” 

After a moment in which you can picture him sighing laboriously on the other side, the door cracks open just wide enough for you to see one eye, narrowed with displeasure. Were it anyone else or under any other circumstances, you’d really be quite offended. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

You hold up your bag. “I didn’t think you’d want to face the slew of trick-or-treaters bound for your house alone. I brought movies for us and candy for them. Or, well, the candy can be for both, actually.” 

Remus is silent for a moment, and you press at the door insistently. “Let me in, Rem.” 

He capitulates with a sigh, stepping back to let the door fall open. His apartment is dark, every curtain drawn, and it takes your eyes a second to adjust after stepping out of the sunlight. There’s half a dozen empty takeout containers strewn about the coffee table, and the space has the stale aroma that comes from lack of movement. 

Remus has that aroma, too, you realize as you step closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek regardless. He looks like he could use it. 

“Sorry about the mess,” he says dully. “I wasn’t expecting you.” 

“Course you weren’t,” you wave him off. “How could you have been? You’ve been avoiding me all week.”

Remus closes his eyes as if this conversation is already too much for him, and you feel instantly guilty. 

“It’s okay, honey,” you say gently, stacking the takeout containers to clear some space for your candy. “You’re allowed to take some time to yourself. It’d be nice if you’d let me know in the future, but I’m not upset at you. I promise.” 

His features relax slightly, a tension you’d barely noticed around his eyes easing. “Thanks, love. Sorry.” 

“It’s really alright,” you promise, taking him by the hand to pull him down onto the couch with you. “Listen, you seem like you’re not feeling well, so I know you might not want company right now, but would you be open to just having a relaxing night? We can watch Halloween movies and eat sweets, and I’ll handle all the trick-or-treaters.” 

“Yeah?” Remus looks at you with something between hope and sadness, and your heart breaks for him. You squeeze his hand lightly, like your boyfriend is a sponge that you can squeeze all the woe out of and force to absorb your love instead. “That sounds really nice, dove. Thank you.” 

“Course,” you say brightly, and you’re unable to resist pressing your lips to his cheek again before you turn back to your bag, laying your small collection of movies on the table. “Okay, we have some options.” 

Remus hums. “Well, there’s Halloween, the obvious choice.” 

“But too obvious?” you muse. “I mean, we definitely have time to watch more than one, but we only get to watch these at a certain time of year, love. Let’s not be hasty.” He chuckles, and your heart flutters. “I know The Exorcist is a classic, but it might be too scary for me, honestly. Um…Dracula is good…oh! This one’s my favorite.” 

Remus looks to where you’re pointing. “The Werewolf of Washington?”

You pretend you don’t hear the slightly hoarse quality of his voice. “Yup! It’s so funny, and I like that it’s technically a Halloween movie even though werewolves aren’t really scary.” 

He pauses. “You don’t think so?”

You do your best to appear blasé, knowing you have to tread carefully here. “No, of course not,” you say, as if the mere idea is foolish. “I mean, they’re dangerous, sure, but as people, they don’t really mean any harm. It’s not their fault.” 

Remus is being oddly quiet, and you babble on anxiously. 

“If I were a werewolf, I’d hope my friends wouldn’t care about me any less. It’s not like it’s me, it’s just something I have to deal with once a month. I mean, would you stop loving me if I turned out to be a werewolf?”

“No,” Remus says slowly, eyes narrowed to the point where they’re just amber. The circles under his eyes look really dark, you note with concern. You wonder if he hasn’t been sleeping. “Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” 

You take a breath, gnawing on your lip. “I think it’s more about if there’s anything you want to tell me.”

He slouches into the cushions, features slackening in resignation. “Seems like you already know.” 

“I’m sorry to do it this way,” you say genuinely, grateful that he hasn’t pulled his hand from your grip as you run your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. “I know it’s your secret, and you should get to tell anyone whenever you like, but I’ve known for awhile, and when James told me how down you’ve been this week—”

“What,” Remus says sharply, “did James say exactly.” 

“He only told me that you were sick. I asked if you might like a visitor, and he said he thought you’d rather be alone.” Remus sighs, tipping his head back against the couch. You can see the strain of the upcoming full moon on his face, his features pale and gaunt. 

“He didn’t have to tell me, honey,” you say quietly. “I guessed on my own. I know it’s a big deal, and I’m sure it’s been a massive burden for you." You run your thumb tenderly over the dark circles under his eyes. “I just wish you wouldn’t assume it’d be a burden to me, too. Give me some credit here, Lupin.” 

You feel his cheek twitch as he resists a smile, however small. 

“I don’t care, you know,” you go on, emboldened. “I just want to be there for you. It’s killed me not being there for you every month. I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Remus opens his eyes, and your heart swells at the fondness in his gaze, even if it's mingled with wariness. 

“Would you watch some movies with me, please?” you ask enticingly. “Or we can nap, or just sit here. Whatever you want to do.” 

“You sure you want to stick around?” he asks, and you know he’s talking about more than just tonight. “This time of the month is not pleasant. I’m not pleasant.” 

You let your hand slide from his face down to his shoulder, rubbing delicately. “I don’t need you to be pleasant,” you tell him. “I just need you to let me be here.” 

Remus sighs. “Alright, but we’re watching Halloween. That werewolf movie is shit.”

[httpsryu]

muse? pt. 1

pairing: kang haerin x fem newjeans!reader

summary: getting a new member way long after debut and a comeback isn't really the best idea to haerin

genre: enemies (?), angst and fluff

warnings: a bit frustrating and A LOT of jealousy

a/n: once again, thank you for the love on kites! feel free to request :)

Haerin could only stare blankly at her manager upon getting informed about a new member getting added to the lineup.

"But we're working on the new comeback right now." Minji confusedly states, wondering why ADOR would last-minute make a rash decision.

The older woman nods, understanding and knowing the members would react this way. “I understand that. We all do."

"Not only are we being put into this situation but she is too." The unofficial leader voices out her concerns. "We've already shot everything."

Hanni nods in agreement, along with Danielle letting out a hum.

"I'm sorry girls." Their manager sincerely says. "But she's coming tomorrow and there's nothing we can do about it."

Minji could only nod in defeat.

"Once she arrives, we'll be in more talks of what's going to happen to this comeback."

What?

Does this possibly mean that the comeback could get delayed? Or worst; cancelled at the last minute? All because of a new member that all of them just NOW got told about?

NewJeans isn't NCT.

So why does this team has to suffer because of a new addition? Haerin cannot process it at all.

"Do you guys think she's pretty?" Hanni asks once their manager left their dorm.

Hyein smiles brightly at the thought of their new member being a very pretty girl. "Hehe~"

The oldest member shakes her head in disappointment, smacking Hanni's arm for having an influence on Hyein.

"Everything okay, Rin?" Danielle tugs on the arm of the feline-like female.

Haerin could only let out a fazed nod. "Yeah. Just need to get used to this."

"Promise me that you are all going to behave." Minji sternly states, precisely looking at both Hanni and Hyein.

The Vietnamese's mouth drops, offended by how the elder perceived her as. "BRO? WHAT?"

The new member hasn't arrived yet and Haerin is over it.

Here they are, all five of them sitting in the living room while huddling over a table to sort out for new roommates. Minji says it's only fair that way, whatever that means.

Haerin wants to protest with the oldest's idea. She liked being roommates with Hanni. Why should she have to change roommates because of a random stranger?

"I want to dorm with the new member!" Hanni raises her hand immediately, earning a gasp from both Danielle and Hyein.

Minji clicks her tongue, crossing out Hanni's name off the paper. "Definitely not Hanni."

"Why not?" The bang-haired disputes, pouting.

"Because you'll end up flirting with her and making her uncomfortable."

Haerin doesn't get it.

How are all the members calm about this? Were they not afraid of their careers?

"More like you're keeping her for yourself!" Hanni argues.

The leader glares at the girl who just said that. "Bro?"

"I think I'm going to dorm Hyein and Hanni together." Minji mutters to herself while writing down on the scratch piece of paper.

The youngest lets out a cry for help. "Why with her?"

"Excuse me? Like I want to dorm with you too!" Hanni crosses her arm, starting to throw a tantrum.

Minji sighs, rolling her eyes at their antics. "Haerin, I'll have you and the new member dorm together, alright?"

"I get to dorm with you?" Danielle squeals excitedly, attacking Minji with a hug.

Great.

Not only does Haerin have to suffer the idea of NewJeans suddenly becoming a 6-member group but now she has to dorm with a complete stranger.

All five girls hang around in the living room, waiting for their manager and new member to arrive. Any one of them has their ears perked up, listening closely for a knock to echo any second now.

"I'm a little nervous." Danielle speaks, linking her arms with Hanni.

Haerin could only scoff in her mind. She presumes that everyone is making a big deal about all of this.

"I am too, don't worry." Minji relieves a sigh, knowing that it wasn't only her who felt like this as well.

Great; the moment Haerin was dreading since last night.

"She's here!" Hanni excitedly breaks free from the other Aussie member, running to the door.

The others run to where Hanni stand as well, with Haerin slowly trailing behind the rest. Everyone breathes in and out to calm themselves down, shushing one another in order to not scare the new addition to the team.

"Ok, I'm opening it." Hanni warns the members, slowly turning the doorknob.

Words cannot fathom in anyone's brains at the sight of you.

"Girls, this is Lee Y/N. She was transferred here from SM two days ago, specifically at Min Hee Jin's request. I hope you all welcome her with open arms and get along well." The older woman smiles, patting the shoulders of yours for reassurance before handing you off to your new team.

Right before you could object, your new manager has already run off to some other task.

Hanni nods brightly at the manager's words, with Danielle suddenly tackling you into a tight squeeze with her arms around your waist.

"Wow~ You're really pretty." Hyein giggles, not being able to look at you in the eyes.

You have got to be kidding me. Haerin rolls her eyes at how everyone is oggling at you with no shame. She could never be like them. EVER!

"You're squeezing her." Minji softly points out, rushing to your side to help grab all your luggage and suitcase before closing the door behind Danielle and you.

The Australian member gasps softly, letting go of you and muttering a bunch of "I'm sorry"s.

"You're all good." You smile in response, having everyone in the room swoon before turning to the taller who helped grab your luggage. "Thank you, by the way."

Minji's eyes widen, feeling her ears get red as she turns away. "Don't mention it."

"This has to be a joke." Haerin mumbles under her breath, mentally facepalming herself from the members' reaction.

"Y/N, this is Haerin." Hanni pushes the cat eyed female towards you. "She's your roommate!"

You bow, smiling at the female in front of you. "Nice to meet you, Haerin."

"You too." Haerin barely acknowledges you before walking off to her room.

Did you perhaps do anything wrong? Was it because you didn't greet her first?

Danielle gasps upon seeing your slight reaction, wondering what's wrong with her best friend. Maybe Haerin is having one of those days, it'll be okay, right?

"Don't mind her." Minji smiles reassuringly. "Haerin kind of keeps to herself but I'm positive that the both of you will get along."

The other four girls nod simultaneously with their "unofficial" leader's words.

"Don't stress about it too much!" Hanni gives you a warm smile. "Besides, Haerin likes pretty girls."

Huh?

"Hanni, don't scare off our new member." Minji rolls her eyes at the Vietnamese's antics, turning to you. "Let me show you where you'll be sleeping, Y/N."

With a small nod, you smile at the members before bowing to them and following Minji.

"She's so cute!" Hanni elbow bumps Danielle.

The other Australian nods along, squealing excitedly.

"She already seems cool." The youngest admires the idea of you leaving your old company to do something others wouldn't do.

august 21, 2023; publishing date

pt. 2 is out now!

[zwolfgames]

Helloo sweetie!:3 Can I request drabl with Halsin and reader, when they are cooking meal for others or time to bad for reader with Halsin or Gail or all team members

Hehehe ofcourse <3

(In the drabble au of teen!tav Halsin is mostly managing Y/N and Gale does the cooking with em. Also i dunno if you meant bed or bath so were doing both :3)

Warnings: Yandere implications, bear licks you

(3rd person POV)

"Y/N, be a dear and hand me the carrots, will you?" Gale holds his hand out as he awaits his precious carrots.

You pick the root like vegetables up to hand them to him. Lazily staying beside Gale as he cooks so you'd get the first portion, and he's kinda teaching you how to cook as the weeks with this group go on.

It's not that you can complain, your mother would be impressed if you came back home after this adventure as a master chef.

"Alright, now watch as I add the secret ingredient." Gale muses proudly as he pulls out a lump of salt.

You feel your face fall into an unimpressed deadpan at the 'secret ingredient' you've been asking for for weeks. It's just been salt the whole time? With how great gale's meals are you expected it to be some magic stuff... fairy sparkles or something... mermaid scales?

No, just salt. And there's no way thats it, you know how salt tastes and there's no way that it's saving the horrendous ingredients he's throwing together.

"You're lying." You cross your arms and narrow your eyes into an accusatory glare.

"What? No, I'm not. I would never lie to you." Gale smiles in alusement. A mischievious twinkle sparkles in his eyes.

You roll your eyes in annoyance and stir a bit in one of the pots.

"Gale's lying right now, actually." Shadowheart notes as she appears next to you to steal a carrot.

"That's not true, stop trying to make me look bad in front of Y/N." Gale huffs in agitation. Shadowheart looks amused and observes the dinner you're helping make.

"Boar again? Did Astarion or Halsin bring it in?" Shadowheart asks.

"Wyll did." Gale notes, you nod along to confirm.

"Wyll can hunt?" Shadowheart asks with a lame look of disbelief.

"He can do anything, I'm pretty sure." You shrug.

The half elf shakes her head at your words.

"And as if Astarion would share his hunt." Game adds boredly.

"What was that? I heard my name." The vampire shows up behind everyone. Looking as smug and confident as ever.

"Speak of the devil and you'll see his tail." Shadowheart notes as she bites a piece off of the carrot she snatched.

"Excuse me? I am far from the devil, as far as I know i look better then all those hellions." Astarion huffs.

"What's got you so confident?" Gale asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

Astarion preens and sways his left wrist around a bit.

You're confused for a moment before you remember he begged you to make him a bracelet after he caught you making jewlery with a nice gem you found while you were supposed to be sleeping.

"Right, and why does this ugly artifact make you feel better?" Gale asks with a bit too much sass for somebody who doesn't have a super cool custom bracelet.

Astarion awkardly looks at you to see if you care for the insult to your masterpiece. But considering you made it without willingness, you really don't.

"How could you say that, Y/N made it for me." Astarion scoffs despite your unbothered look.

"They what? Really?" Gale looks genuinly surpised. Looking at you quickly after.

Astarion smirks as if that means he won the lottery. You really don't get why these fully grown adults act more like a band of children then you do.

"Y/N, it doesn't mean anything, right?" Gale asks in devestation.

You raise a brow in confusion at this strange question. Why ofcourse, it's a gift of marrige. What does he think you'll say?

"Uh, no, he just wanted a bracelet." You admit simply.

"Then I want one too." Gale decided enviously. Glaring at the pale vampire as if he's just seen the elder brain.

"That'll be 500 gold." You shrug. Resisting a smirk as he looks shocked you'd charge. Astarion subtly looks over at you with a proud smirk. You didnt charge him, but atleast you've learned from him to always charge when there's a market.

"Y/N, please, I'll tell you the actual secret ingredient." Gale bargains.

"Gale just doesn't wnat to admit he's broke." Shadowheart smirks in amusement.

"Is the water supposed to do that?" Wyll steps up to the group and points at the pot you were stirring as it bubbles over.

You yelp and pop the lid off and stir in hopes of it going away.

Gale pales and scoots you aside before you burn yourself as he takes over the stirring.

"Best cook here, they say." Shadowheart snickers lightly.

Gale throws the half elf a glare before peering into the pot wether or not dinner is ruined.

"It's fine. And if it wasn't you could all starve." Gale huffs.

Astarion gasps in mock offence, as if he even eats dinner.

"Ah, how is dinner preperation fairing?" Halsin walks up to the group, casting a shadow ove you as he stands behind you.

"Fine enough, hungry?" Gale hums, stirring the pot at a constant pace.

"Very." Halsin nods, placing a hand on your shoulder. You swear, the druid makes you feel like a dwarf anytime he comes close.

"Y/N, have you shrunken?" Halsin asks wit ha friendly smile.

Your eye twitches slightly before you shake your head.

"Maybe you grew, Halsin." Shadowheart notes.

"Must be beacuse of all my excellent cooking!" Gale smiles happily. The crowd momentairilly goes quiet.

"I hear cooking!" Karlach shuffles inbetween Wyll and Sahdowheart.

Gale drops his now frozen smile and nods with a more normal, little smile.

As Gale announves dinner officially, Lae'zel finally comes over aswell and you help serve everyone their bowl of broth.

The evening turns nice and cozy as the sun starts to set, casting a familiar warm glow over the party.

You le your bowl lay on your lap as you finish dinner, just letting the rays of fading sunshine kiss your face.

That is until your moment of peace is abrubtly interupted by two large hands scooping you up from inder your armpits. The image aching to that of a wet cat getting taken away bu it's dissapointed owner.

"Hey! Put me down!" You start kicking around in annoyance. You hear Halsin laugh, as you've quickly determined tha the is the one holding you.

"Don't think so, cub. I've noticed you're in dire need of a wash. And our camp has this crisp river right next to it." Halsin muses. Holding you up with not a single bit of trouble.

"I am not, I bathed last.. uhh.. week." You recall with a cringe. People in the very far future light find that a long time, but for people living in a medival like fantasy world that's probably a lot.

"Ah ah, no excuses." Halsin shakes his head.

"I can make excuses, I'm not a kid!" You protest. For some reason that stills the elf holding you for a moment.

"You may think so but to me you are, cub." Halsin speaks seriouslt before carrying you over to said river.

You are uncerimoniously thrown in with a large splash following your descent into the cold water.

You shiver as the liquid drenches into your also quite dirty clothes.

You don't have to wait for long until eqaually wet fur touches your arm. This bastard wild shaped to bathe. Smart in its own way, bears can handle the cold way better.

Halsin, as a bear, wraps his paws around you and starts licking your hair up into probably the worst hairstle you've ever had, and that includes the one you cut on yourself when you were four.

"Stop that! You'll make me smell worse!" You protest in annoyance, This whole day was keeping you on your toes and you didn't even have to fight anyone.

Halsin lets out a low growl of amusement as he washes you off as a real bear would a real cub. Wich is clearly not appreciated by you. Wich is totally fair, you don't think anyone would want this. Actually you'd rather that mysterious lady on the beach had actually stabbed you to death.

Due to your discomfort you don't pay much attention to the rest of camp practically glaring your strange caretaker down. Half are a bit disgusted, half are more so envious.

Who's who? You'll never know.

You're totally done with today, actually. It's like the longer you stay with these people the younger you get treated. It's ridiculous. Also how are you meant to sleep with a damm bear holding you? What is Halsins problem!

You grumble under your breath as you lay in the elfs tent. Wich is not yours! But Maybe it's a good thing that you're not in yours, considering someone's currently going through your stuff for 'safety reasons'. not that you'd ever know. They just need some enchantments put on your gear, nothing that would track you down, no they would never...

You eventually get used to the warmth of the beast behind you and doze off to sleep, onto annoyed and irritating dreams.

Yo guys :')

I dunno how long it's been, and this ask may seem totally wack because I wrote it in like 3 sentences at a time.

I'll make the excuses quick. Architecture is a hell of a university course and I'm going crazy with the teeny amount of free time I have. I don't even get the time to squish my stressed up feelings into fanfiction anymore ToT

At this point I might actually go crazy.

Anyways hope that you enjoyed this drabble even if it's stinky and badly made. I'm working on all the other asks I have but it's currently exam period so I might just die.

Adios!

[rosesradio]

Can I, maybe, possibly, if its not to much to ask, request something with Jason/Nico? I know there are fics with Trans Nico but I’d really like a fic with Trans Jason (I think it has to do with how feminine the certain characters seem). A list of Headcanons wold be fine or you can do a short fic if you feel up to it.

(it does sort of kill me how people hc more “feminine” male characters as trans and vice versa…i get if it’s a trans guy looking at nico like “oh he’s 5’6” just like me fr” but when it’s a fandom wide thing…idk how to feel. if it’s well-meaning i suppose i’m overthinking it. i do 100% support the trans jason grace agenda though 💌)

New Rome liked to see itself as progressive for appearance’s sake, though at the end of the day, it stuck to Roman values. Jason could fight in the Roman army, could receive all the same honors, though he felt different—he was the muse, not the poet. He was put on the sidelines instead of the front.

He didn’t even truly know how he felt until he met Nico. The Ambassador of Pluto took a liking to him, preferring to collect his intel (for Pluto, of course, though Jason could sense his curiosity) from him over anyone else.

Jason understood that. Reyna was intimidating, and Octavian was…

Octavian often said there shouldn’t be two female praetors. Even if one of them was a daughter of Jupiter. He wasn’t sexist, of course, but…it didn’t align with old Roman values.

Reyna often told him (in the most professional way) to kick sand. Jason agreed. It wouldn’t matter if there were two female praetors, but…it bothered him in more ways than one.

Jason confessed as much to Nico under fear of death one night atop the observation tower. Nico connected the puzzle pieces before Jason could even manage the words. If Jason could forgo his birth name, could magically change himself to be a man…it would be the burden of the sky lifted from his shoulders. It would be being forced to fight in too-tight armor all his life, only to finally get refitted for armor that fit him perfectly. He would still have to fight, but…it would be easier. More fluid. He would be…Jason.

Nico told him that was perfectly alright, that he would call him whatever he wanted, that he would be his friend. Nico confessed that this had to be true because…he was gay, and he was pretty sure he had feelings for Jason. The real Jason that he could sense on the inside, not the persona he put on for New Rome.

Jason and Nico shared their first kiss that night, and Jason was almost giddy at the thought of having at least one person that would support him in this. Perhaps he would tell Reyna soon. Even if the whole of New Rome would be against him, Reyna would support him. He went to bed that night thinking, dreaming of a new and different life.

Jason awoke the next morning on a bus, holding hands with a cute girl. A bubbly, slightly annoying boy cracked jokes from the seat in front of them. He called him Jason. Jason didn’t remember anything, though everything felt off.

He could remember one name, though: Nico.

[piratefishmama]

For One Night Only | Part 2

Eddie remembered a lot about Steve Harrington, so to get this fresh new perspective on him… it was wild. He remembered a jock, the king of Hawkins High, the king of Hawkins in general, women wanted him, men wanted to be him, or in some cases men also wanted him. Rich, popular, kind of a jackass at times but never mean enough to warrant dislike. Would have never associated with Eddie’s kind, but yet there he was, comfortable on Eddie’s hotel bed, one long leg crossed over the other as they moved on from pleasantries to business.

Steve wasn’t there as a social call, no matter how fun it might have been to catch up. He had a job to do, and Steve was good at his job.

“Alright, considering our history, or what little of it we have, it might be a good idea to use it if asked on the carpet how we met, I can spin a story about us being secret high school sweethearts who recently reconnected as friends if you want, really big you up to the paps.”

“As lovely as that idea is since high school me would have been thrilled to have been your secret sweetheart” Steve grinned “shut up, I was a nerd with a crush leave me alone” the snigger that followed only made Eddie smile, it wasn’t a hurtful laugh, and Steve’s smile was just to radiant to be mad at. “I said shut up!”

“Shutting up” the smile stayed though as he mimed zipping his lips. Adorable bastard.

“Anyway, as lovely as that idea is, too many people knew us in high school, if the press got word that it was a lie from one of our mutual past acquaintances, eh it’s a hornets nest I don’t wanna poke. Too many what ifs, but we could say that we went to school together, it’s true, we could say that we reconnected recently and… y’know, hit it off…”

“We are hitting it off.” Steve mused, tapping his finger to his chin in thought. “I like it, easy, close to the truth, very little room for mistakes. So I’m to be your date, not just a friend joining you for the evening?” That was what the invite had requested but… Steve was clearly amusing himself by making Eddie squirm a little.

“Mmmhm, yep. Steve Harrington, my date, Can time travel just exist already?”

“Haha, why?”

“Teenage me could do with a visit right this second to tell him Steve Harrington is gonna be our date someday.”

Steve covered his mouth as he laughed so sweetly, the picture of perfection as always. His nose scrunching just a little as he laughed. “Were you always this cute, Eddie?”

“Mmhm, once upon a time, I was even cuter, I swear.”

“I’ll believe you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I know, thousands wouldn’t, but I’ve always been a sucker for cute brunettes with big ol Bambi eyes, can't help but believe everything they say.” Eddie hadn’t felt his cheeks warm in years and yet there he was, hiding behind his hair, his complexion turning as red as a fire hydrant, stupid pale skin.

Speaking of brunettes, and incredibly convenient subject changes for the safety of his own composure. “Wait, YOU’RE who Nancy knows!”

“You know Nance?”

“She’s our manager now, man, gets us all the best shit! I met her in a bar after she totally blew off the journalism thing, something about sexist work environments and bosses who wouldn’t know a real story if it slapped them directly in the face. They kept giving her fluff pieces.” Nancy Wheeler, a fluff writer, the audacity of anyone who ever made that assumption. “Now she’s the most badass manager in metal history. I swear to god she’s made many a producer pale in fear at the very mention of her name.” She read all the fine print, with a goddamn magnifying glass. She’d made a grown men cry multiple times, it was badass. “She’s the coolest.”

Steve’s smile was so fond Eddie could have swooned just having it aimed at him, even if the fondness wasn’t for him, it was beautiful enough for it to be swooned over anyway. “She is, cool. I’m glad she found her people.” Even if they no doubt made a funny looking group, little not so primp and proper Nancy Wheeler among a bunch of metalheads. It fitted, in a strange kind of way, she’d always wrangled Mike easy enough.

“How did you uhm… y’know… it’s probably none of my business and I keep changing subjects so stop me if I keep jumping around I’m still a little flabbergast from seeing you at my door but uh… how’d you—y’know… what’s this uh… the whole thing like?” Steve tilted his head like a confused puppy and Eddie just kind of wanted to melt into the floor. “The escort thing.” He added on, for clarification.

“Oh, uhm. Chrissy? Chrissy Cunningham, cheer captain of ’86?”

“I know her, she and Gareth have this—”

“Thing! Yes, she talks about him regularly with Robin.” Robin? He doesn’t think to ask, Steve and Robin, Robin… who would be associated with Steve a Robin whom Steve would just mention as if expecting him to know. He only knew one Robin from those days, and he didn’t even really know her.

Just kind of… existed near her in band for a few months until his style of music pissed the teacher off enough to kick him out. Couldn’t be that Robin, right? Not important.

“Oh my god don’t tell me that and expect me to keep it a secret that’s brutal of you.”

“God, tell him, please, I didn't even know who he was but she keeps talking about him and waiting for him to ask her out. Eventually she’s just going to pin him against something and kiss him so—”

“Tell her to do that but god wait until I have a camera please!” Eddie Munson was not against begging, his grin wide and eyes shimmering with gleeful mischief. “It’s reciprocated, totally and completely one hundred percent reciprocated, he is so gone on that girl, it’s adorable.”

“I will let her know, at least now I know he's one of yours and a good guy." Gareth was the best guy in Eddie's opinion, like a brother to him, not that the others werent too, but... Gareth had known he was gay since Hawkins High. Just him and Uncle Wayne in the know, and he'd always been there to support him, Gareth was good. "Anyway… we ran into each other in this café that I’d gotten a part time gig at in Indy, she looked good, healthy…” he didn’t need to say that Chrissy had had a problem. But she had, and that problem began with ‘M’ and ended with ‘other,’ hers to be specific. “She was already doing it, loving it, I was dubious, asked if she was okay, if she needed help, but no she was loving it, thriving actually, and well… I like making people feel good, both emotionally and physically” oof that was a tone that went straight to a place it shouldn’t do “why do it for free, y’know? She got me set up and the rest is history.” He enjoyed himself.

He loved his job, his love language had always been acts of service, he liked making people feel good, liked making them feel wanted, feel loved, feel seen and heard. Eddie couldn’t help himself “ever do anything… y’know…?” He really wished he could help himself sometimes.

“Sex related?” The red in his cheeks only deepened, Steve didn’t seem offended, or upset, in fact his smile only warmed, eyes crinkling at the corners, gods above and below he was beautiful, how did anyone survive after a night with him, having to let him go? “Sure, like I said, if I’m good at something, why do it for free?”

“Even with…” Eddie motioned to himself

“You?”

“N-No! No, Men—wait sorry—that’s—that’s none of my business” he turned away to move, to pace, so much energy in his body suddenly there with nowhere to go “none of this is any of my business, I don’t usually ask these kinds of—I mean it’s really wrong of me to even ask this sort of—" Steve was just there so fast, hands on Eddie’s biceps, holding him in place, Eddie hoped he couldn’t feel him almost vibrating out of his skin.

“It’s okay, Bambi” Eddie’s eyes snapped up to meet Steve’s, his wide and unblinking, like a deer in headlights in the face of Steve’s so warm and understanding, Bambi really did suit him, Steve thought, his left hand lifting to rest on Eddie’s cheek as if to ground him, it worked. God it worked. “Ask all the questions you like, but maybe save some for later, we don’t have long before we have to go.”

“…Later you’ll be leaving though...” he didn’t want Steve to leave. He didn’t want his next time seeing Steve to be part of a lottery, would he come next time? Would someone else who Eddie didn’t recognise appear in his place?

“We’re hitting it off, remember? I’m sure there’s going to be an afterparty we can both be caught sneaking away from to hang out, right?” Eddie kind of felt like he was flying. He felt like a teenager again, a nerdy, virginial teenager. He refused to acknowledge that little goblin voice telling him that Steve was actually probably just doing his goddamn job, he was on the clock dammit. He just wanted to have this. “You can ask me questions then, I promise I’ll stay.” He didn’t have anywhere else he needed to be.

“…Yeah… if that’s okay with you.”

“More than. Now how about you introduce me to the rest of Corroded Coffin, we all need to be on the same page before we get there.” Work now, catch up later. “Sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can ditch the after party to hang out.” Eddie giggled, an honest to gods little giggle. He really did feel like a teenager again, only Steve was looking at him. Holding him. Grounding him. Steve Harrington was seeing him.

Teenager Eddie would have shit a brick.

“Alright, I’m warning you though, I think you let Tommy H. stuff Jeff into a locker once so don’t expect a warm welcome.” Steve grimaced a little but nodded. He was a different person now, but that wouldn’t erase the mistakes he’d made as a stupid teenager. Plenty of bridges to rebuild and apologies to give. Jeff wouldn’t be the first or the last.

“Bring it on, Bambi.” Eddie could only hide behind his hair again, bashful and flustered.

Part 4

[loverontheleft]

Sore Winner (revised)

Original request: here’s a prompt Brendon comes out of the bathroom and he appears to be naked; like he’s got his dick out you know, then you look down and you realize he is wearing nothing except for bright pink crocs.

-I think you were kidding, but I’m not-

Brendon x reader

Warnings: language, dirty talk, sex, spanking.

Word count: 2.7k➡️2.8k

-||-.

You’ve woken up, checked your phone, realized what day it was, and abject terror has instantly struck. Brendon knows it too; he’s just rolled over and taken you in his arms, kissing your neck. “Ready for today, my love?” His voice is scratchy with sleep, and you could turn in his arms and shove him on his back and sink down between his legs and blow him, just to have him moan your name in that voice—except. Except. Except it’s against the rules.

“Is it the end of the month already?” You ask breathlessly, hoping for an error, a reprieve, something. He nods, still kissing your neck and shoulder, fingers running over your side.

“It sure is, babydoll.” He lets his tongue caress your earlobe. “And I’m so fucking ready.” He rolls onto his back, stretching and groaning. You watch needily, whimpering as his erection proudly tents the sheets. He’s just begging to get blown, teasing you with his cock like this. “I’ve got a really good one this month. I mean, a really good one.” He sits up, running a hand through his hair. “God, this is it. This is my month, I can feel it.”

-||-

You’re downstairs, wandering aimlessly from room to room before dropping onto the couch with a dejected sigh. “Alright, think,” you say aloud, rolling onto your back to ponder. “The rules are simple.” You review them.

“Rule one—it has to be the last day of the month, and both parties have to be awake. No springing it on them at midnight. Done.” You check it off mentally. “Rule two—anything purchased must be less than ten dollars; receipts should be available as needed.” Another check; you haven’t bought anything. “Rule three—all parties must still make seduction and sex a priority.” Check. You both want each other; there’s no issue there. “Rule four—no oral sex, because it pushes us both over the edge…How the fuck did this even start?”

You ask the question to no one; Brendon has been in the studio as soon as you finished breakfast. Brendon. This was all his stupid, yet hilarious idea.

-||-

“Doll, I have an idea,” Brendon murmured. You turned and kissed him, legs wrapping around his waist, moaning when you felt him hard against you. You reached down and tried to guide him into place, thrusting down to take him. You gave him a frustrated look when you couldn’t get more than the head of his cock in you. “Along those lines, yes,” he said with a grin. “I want to play a game.”

“I love games,” you purred, running a fingernail down his chest and squeezing around the tip. “Count me in.”

“Don’t you want to hear the game first?” He gave you a knowing smile. “We have great sex, right?” You nodded, unsure of where this is going. “We always say how sexy we find each other, and then follow up with some ridiculous thing to prove our point. For instance, yesterday you told me I could read the phone book and you’d come. No touching, just me reading it aloud would be enough.”

“Yeah…?” You tried to focus, but you needed more of his dick in you. You managed to wiggle down and get the head plus a solid inch inside you, but you needed more.

“I think, once a month, we should each try one ridiculous thing of our choosing and see if we can still make each other come.” He looked pleased with himself and his smile grew when you laughed delightedly. “There will be rules, of course. But the main objective is to make the other come while doing or wearing something utterly ridiculous. The first person to come loses.”

-||-

“It was a hilarious idea,” you muse, staring at the ceiling. “Can’t fault him there.” And, you admit to yourself, you’ve had some insanely hot, but mostly just insane, sex as a result. But this month Brendon is so confident, and you have no idea what to do. You don’t want to lose, even if nothing happens. There’s no wager or bet or stakes—just bragging rights. But you’re both fiercely competitive, and you’ve won the last two months. You’re unwilling to give up your title without a fight. “What the fuck can I do?”

You’re still pondering when Brendon comes in from the backyard and gives you a longing stare. “I’m gonna go shower, love. You should get in bed.” He must have been playing drums because there’s a sheen of sweat over his face and arms, his shirt is clinging to his chest, and his hair is a mess. Good, you think. He’s been hard at work, and the harder he works, the harder, and more, he wants to play after. And if the eye-fucking he just gave you is any indication, he left the studio with the intention of playing hard. Wait.

“Fuck.”

-||-

You stand outside the bathroom door, listening closely. “You better not be in there jacking off to keep from coming later,” you warn. He laughs and calls back that while he wouldn’t dream of cheating, he also doesn’t need to cheat to win.

You swear under your breath and head for the Halloween closet, grasping at metaphorical straws and literal costume pieces. Surely there’s something in here you can use. The shower is still going, and you’ve got a bit more time. But you could have hours left; it wouldn’t matter. You've got no inspiration. Absolutely—oh. Well, that’s an idea. Would it—?

The shower stops running, and you scamper back to your room, stripping and climbing into bed. He didn’t tell you to strip, but you don’t feel like wasting time.

When he comes out of the bathroom, you’re curled up in bed, waiting for him. It’s always satisfying when he dries off in the bathroom and then comes to the bedroom naked. You love seeing him naked; love getting to take him in fully—especially his cock. You love watching him react to you.

“You look good, fresh out of the shower,” you tell him, patting the spot next to you. “Highly fuckable. You always look good and you always look highly fuckable, but right now, in particular, I want your cock in me.” He grins and walks closer— that’s when you see them.

Your mind stalls out; you’re horrified, amazed, amused, confused, and concerned. “Brendon, what the fucking fuck are those?” He laughs and places a foot on the bed next to you. Since you can’t blow him anyway, you rip your focus from his cock, which is showing interest in your nude form and causing your mouth to water, and stare at his feet. “Where the fuck did you get bright pink crocs for less than ten dollars?”

“Your mom,” Brendon deadpans, and you roll your eyes. “No, I’m serious; these are Cathy’s. She said I could borrow them for as long as I needed. I don’t think she knew what I was going to use them for, though.” He winks at you and you keep staring. “Oh yes. I’m going to fuck you while wearing your mother’s crocs.” His face turns smug. “Told you it was a good one.”

“I have a good one too,” you counter, tugging him into bed and straddling him. “And I really want to fuck you, so if you could—” he grabs your waist and rolls you both over so you’re under him and his mouth is working over your neck. Meanwhile, his fingers move down from your waist to your hip to your thigh before hitching your leg up higher so you can feel his hardness against you.

“You’re bluffing,” he murmurs. “You’ve got nothing.”

“Nope, I figured something out,” you sigh happily. “I’m wet enough that you could just—oh fuck,” you whimper when his fingers delve deep. “Yes, play with my pussy, rub my clit, fuck me,” you gasp, writhing under him.

“Oh, trust me, I’m going to. And you’re going to come so hard, even with me wearing your mother’s crocs.”

“Okay, listen, you’re gonna need to stop mentioning my mother if this is going to happen,” you warn him, and Brendon grins, promising to not mention Cathy again as he shifts his hips so he’s aligned with you and you prep yourself since the delivery here is key. It’ll set the tone for the entire—he pushes in, and you grab his hair, bringing his mouth close. “I’m carving pumpkins, it’s almost Halloween.”

His hips go still, and he gives you a strange look. “What?”

“All my friends are wondering what they’re gonna be,” you elaborate with a grin. “What’s wrong, B? Thought you were going to fuck me.” He nods decisively; his fingers are in your hair and his hand on your thigh tightens as he returns to his steady pace. You’re desperately trying to focus on the lyrics and not let yourself come already, but he’s using all of the tricks that make you come for him; lifting one of your legs and pushing it towards your chest, sucking on and biting at your neck, moaning your name, telling you how good you feel on his cock, how badly he wants to feel your hot cunt squeeze his dick when you come on him.

“Fucking love you,” Brendon groans in your ear, “even when you’re quoting my lyrics at me, distracting and strange as it may be.”

“The monster mash is playing, you’re—oh fuck—” he’s grabbed your hips and is angling you slightly so he can grind against you every time your pelvises are flush together. “Moving to the beat,” you manage, “and now we’re going to teach you—”

“It’s March, you know that right?” Brendon asks breathlessly. “Your song choice doesn’t make any sense.”

“Doesn’t matter; it’s getting to you.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“I’m totally fi—”

“To do the trick-or-treat.”

“I swear to god, if you move on to my chorus, I promise I will spank you with one of your mother’s crocs.”

You grin up at him. “We agreed you wouldn’t reference my mother anymore while fucking me. You know I have no choice now.” He groans and rests his forehead against yours, hips still rocking hard against you, mouth on yours to try to muffle your next words. “Everybody scream—”

“I’m gonna make you scream,” he tells you, tangling his hand in your hair and tugging. “I’m gonna make you scream my name while I fuck you hard from behind.”

“Promise? Everybody scream, it’s almost Halloween.” You’re panting, biting your lip, waiting for him to lose it. His thrusts have gotten shallower and sporadic, and you think you might just win. He’s been pushing himself over the edge just by trying to fuck you into silence; all you’ve had to do is remember lyrics and stay composed as best as possible.

“That’s it,” he growls, nipping at your neck. “Hands and knees.” He pulls out of you roughly, and together you flip yourself over so you’re burying your face in your arms, ass in the air, waiting for him to take you again. “You just love pushing me, don’t you?” You can hear the amusement in his voice. “Bad girl.”

“Mmmm,” you agree. “And bad girls should be punished.”

“And punished you will be,” Brendon promises you, and you can feel him grab at his feet, tugging. “Fucking pink crocs,” he says with a laugh, rubbing your ass gently with his hand. “Tell me to stop if you need me to.”

“And what if I want it harder?”

“Tell me that too.”

You’re grinning into the pillow and you wiggle your hips at him. “Do the trick or treat, do the tri—oh Jesus fuck,” you moan when he rocks back into you and spanks you hard with the shoe. “That stings,” you gasp, and he makes a concerned noise. “I didn’t say stop. Liked it.”

“My freak,” Brendon groans, and you squeal with pleasure when the shoe makes contact again. He’s thrusting hard, his other hand wrapped around your waist and lightly teasing your clit. “You still okay, baby?” He murmurs this, his tone soft and tender and you brace yourself with your forearms and grind back against him, moaning your confirmation. “Good.” He pulls almost all the way out and you hear the whistling of the air through the holes in that damned shoe before the contact.

“Fuck,” you moan, “that one hurt more. Not so hard.”

He instantly drops the shoe and flips you over, kissing you gently. “I’m sorry, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, one hand cupping and caressing your face while the other runs over your body before sliding down your back and rubbing gently at the tender skin. “What do you need? Tell me what you need; I’ll make it happen, my sweet girl.”

Your breathing is ragged. “I need you to fuck me,” and you arch your back so his dick, currently pressed between the two of you, twitches, hot and slick and hard. “And I need you to spank me because, fuck it makes me hot, but not as hard as that last one—Jesus, that rubber stings.”

“I can do that,” he promises as his forehead rests against yours. “I can do all of those things.”

“Yeah?” You turn under him, purposefully rubbing your ass against his leaking cock, moaning and whimpering as you do. “Gonna spank me, gonna fuck me good, fill me up, get me moaning your name, begging to come on your cock?”

“Fucking love you,” Brendon groans again, clutching at your hip and kissing your neck. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking sexy, grinding up on me, begging me to fuck you, like I’m not about to bury my dick in your tight pussy, shit.” He’s breathless, his voice tight and constrained. “You’re sure you want me to spank you?”

“It’s almost Halloween, everybody scream.” You barely get the words out before his arm tightens around your waist and he jerks your hips up so he can fill you. “I haven’t, oh god, Brendon, yes, fuck me like that just—I haven’t learned my les—oh motherfucker, that feels so fucking—”

“Who’s bringing up her mother now?” Brendon says with a laugh and you can hear the smile in his voice. “You haven’t learned your lesson,” he agrees, and he’s fumbling for the shoe he dropped earlier. “We should fix that, yeah?”

“There’s a devil in the corner—oh my god,” you shriek, “fuck yes, do that again.” The shoe swings, and his hand tightens in your hair near the roots; he tugs just as the shoe hits, and you’re biting your lip trying not to come. “Baby,” you gasp, bucking your hips back needily. “Spank me, fuck me, make me come.”

“You wanna come?” Brendon’s voice is a low purr behind you and he spanks you twice more, smiling to himself when your sounds of pleasure move from high-pitched squeals to lower moans as you fuck yourself on his cock roughly. “You wanna come, even though you’ll lose?”

“I never lose when you make me come,” you quip, giggling to yourself and moving your hips in small circles. “Besides, you forget I know you, Bren. I can feel you. You’re close. You’re so close to filling my pussy with your cum, fucking me hard and fast and rough, spanking me, pulling my hair as you come in me. Come in me, Brendon, spank me and come in me. Spank your bad girl and fill up her pussy with your cum.”

“You,” and the shoe hits, “are,” and it lands again, “a bad,” and a third time, “girl. Love you so much though, my bad girl.” His words are choked out, his voice tight, his hand on your hip tighter. He’s still spanking you, and you’re moaning his name, begging him to come in you.

“Not gonna come first,” Brendon grunts, spanking you one last time before dropping the shoe and bringing that now-free hand to your clit and teasing. “Fuck, I can’t—can’t come fir—oh shit, I’m gonna—in you, oh fuck; take it baby, take my cock, good girl,” he groans, and you both let out a moan of pleasure as his climax rushes through him; you gasp your victory before letting go and letting yourself come.

-||-

“I won,” you point out breathlessly as you both collapse back into the bed after changing the sheets. You’re clinging to each other, touching lazily, and stealing occasional kisses. “I won. You were so confident, and I still won.”

“No one likes a sore winner, babydoll,” Brendon teases sleepily, kissing your jawline while his fingers draw small circles on your stomach.

“Listen, if you didn’t want a sore winner, you shouldn't have spanked me with my mother’s croc.”

[fangirlstorycreator]

General Taligaro X Reader

Context: You and Taligaro are having a secret affair, and your very nearly caught!...😏💚

Being a princess to a very wealthy and important king, you had certain duties to uphold. One of them, unfortunately was being engaged and married to someone of a royal bloodline before your next birthday. It was months before your next birthday thankfully, but that doesn't mean you weren't stuck. You father had already betrothed you to a stuck up and very rude prince from the kingdom in the north of the land. You hated him with a passion, he was always so arrogant and horrible, you didnt want to marry him, or even be a princess anymore. Thankfully, there was someone who was there for you, who was always by your side, Taligaro.

You were friends for years, and were allowed to spend time together as he was the general of your fathers army. But as time changed, so did your feelings. And one night you both ended up sleeping together after professing your love. This wasnt a one off either, most nights you would sneak out of the castle grounds to be with him, it was both exciting and dangerous. He was completely in love with you, and you felt exactly the same. You both hated your roles in the castle, and wanted to run away together and travel across the seas where noone would know you, so you planned a night about a week from now, when it would be the best time to go, and never look back.

One afternoon, about 2 days before you were going to leave, you were sat in your private reading quarters. Of course, being the princess, you were suposed to wear the proper attire, and that meant a dress with the very large poofy bottom part.

You were the only one there, so as it was so quiet, that's when you hear rustling outside the window. You walk over to it from your desk, and see Taligaro climbing up the wall and towards the window. "Tal! What are you doing?! Quick, take my hand" You reach down to grab his hand and help to pull him up to the window. You take a step back when he climbs through, and there he stands, towering above you in his armour. "Tal, what are you doing hear?" "I couldn't let my beautiful muse be bored up hear all by herself could I?" His hands cup your face as he leans in and kisses you with a fiery passion. "Tal you know you cant be hear, what if someone sees you?" "I'm prepared to take that risk for you"

His lips find yours again, and this time you just melt into his touch and wrap your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the pure bliss of this sensational kiss. When suddenly, you hear footsteps coming towards the door. "Sh#t! You need to hide!" "Where? There isnt anywhere" Looking desperately around the room for somewhere for him, there was nothing. Panicking, you pull him by the wrist and move him under the table, sitting yourself in the chair next to it. "Quick, hide under my dress, they wont see you in there" "You dont have to ask me twice" He sits under your dress, being perfectly covered just before one of the serving girls enters the room.

"Good day my lady" "Hello Jennifer, what brings you hear?" "His majesty requested I bring you and the queen your afternoon tea. I have already given it to the queen, and now I'm just hear to give you yours" As she kindly sets the things needed for afternoon tea on the table, Taligaro is running his finger tips along the inside on your thigh, despite this, your keeping a very calm face. However, you cant keep this composure for long, when he pulls your underwear from you and starts kissing the soft skin from your thigh, higher and higher. "My lady are you alright?" "Hmm? Yes why do you ask?" "You just seem a little flustered" Before you can answer her, Taligaros mouth has found the right spots inbetween your legs and is flicking his tounge over your sensitive clit. You manage to exhale out slowly, but in order to hide whats really happening, you raise your hand to your head and pretend you have a headache.

"Oh I'm...I'm alright Jennifer. My head is in a little pain that's all. It must be from all this reading" Taligaro then slipped a finger inside you, and moved it in such a way it made a shiver go up your spine, and you know you couldn't last much longer. "Oh dear my lady, is there anything I can do to help? Shall i send for anyone?" Taligaro is bringing you closer and closer, you can feel the tention building inside of you, you both hated and loved what he was doing to you. Letting out a low exhale, trying not to show your true emotions, you just kindly say "No, no that uhhh...that wont be necessary. I think I just need to go for a lie down after I have had my tea. Dont worry, I will be fine" "Alright, if your sure my lady, I shall leave you in peace. Enjoy your tea" "Th-thank you Jennifer-" You still press your hand against your head, trying to keep up the lie as she walks out of the room. And once you hear her feet leaving the hall outside, you finaly let out a whimpered moan as Taligaro finaly brings you to release.

Your hands scrunch into tight balls on the table, as the wave of your orgasm flows through. Taligaros tounge doesn't stop until he can hear that your physically breathless, that's when he moves his head away and comes out from under the table. He is knelt on his knees next to you "Now that was exiting" You give him a playful punch in the arm as you both laugh. "Tal that was dangerous! What if you had got caught?" "But I didnt...and come on, you cant deny, you loved it. And knowing that you were getting away with it right infront of that serving girl, it must have made you feel alive" "Well...alright yes I cant deny that I loved it" "See? I knew you did. Now, shall we see what else we can get away with? Before anyone else disturbs us?...."

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

The aftermath of the Gleeok disaster—if it could even be called a disaster—had surprisingly smoothed things over. The Zonai-Hyrulean royals, King Rauru and Queen Sonia, were all too happy to shower their praise on Ganondorf for his supposed bravery. He had “weakened” the Thunder Gleeok enough for them to deal the final blow, and King Rauru, in his usual benevolence, announced a feast in celebration of the victory.

Ganondorf, as always, maintained his stern, stoic expression through the royal proceedings. But the moment he stepped outside the hall, the first thing he did was seek out Adria. Of course, Kotake and Koume mused, exchanging knowing glances as they watched him leave. They trailed behind at a distance, ever the watchful eyes on their Chieftain.

When they found him, he was already standing near Adria, his powerful presence softening slightly as he asked her to dinner. Kotake and Koume leaned in just enough to catch the exchange, but not enough to be noticed.

Adria, her usual self with a hint of flustered charm, nodded in response to his request. “The least you could do,” she said with a playful smile, “is take me to dinner after all the nonsense you caused.” There was something lighter in her tone now, a teasing edge that only pleased the twins further. Good, they thought. She’s softening. No more running. Good.

But just as Ganondorf moved to follow Adria, Kotake and Koume shared a meaningful look before sending a death glare in his direction. Their silent message was unmistakable: If you mess this up, we swear to the stars that we will take your family jewels and turn you into a vai! Ganondorf, ever perceptive to their subtle threats, gave a curt nod before turning to follow Adria into the gardens.

Kotake let out a breath of relief, and Koume smirked, crossing her arms as they watched the pair disappear into the foliage. "We’ve done our part for now," Koume muttered. "Let’s see if he can avoid screwing it up."

Just then, Zelda appeared, her presence soft and curious as she approached the twins. “Are you both alright?” she asked, her concern genuine.

Kotake and Koume turned to her in unison, their stern expressions softening slightly. “We are,” Kotake answered, her voice gruff but warm.

Koume added with a smirk, “How about you, Princess? That Gleeok was no small beast.”

Zelda nodded, her lips curving into a small smile. “I’m fine, thanks to King Rauru. He managed to defeat it with relative ease.” She seemed impressed, and Kotake and Koume exchanged a thoughtful glance.

“So, the King is stronger than we imagined,” Kotake murmured, recalling the Molduga hoard that had once been obliterated by his magic. “A Gleeok is no small threat either.”

Koume nodded in agreement. “Perhaps there’s more to him than just his talk of peace.”

Zelda hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Would you two... join me at the feast? At my table, I mean.”

The twins blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the request. They hadn’t expected the young Princess to seek out their company so openly. After a brief pause, their expressions softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of their lips.

“We’d be honored,” Koume replied, her voice more sincere than usual.

Kotake gave a curt nod, her eyes gleaming with approval. “It seems we have made a strong ally in you, Princess.”

As they walked alongside Zelda toward the grand hall, they couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. Despite everything, it appeared the young Princess truly did consider them friends. And that was a good thing—because strong vai were always welcome among the Gerudo.

And if Zelda kept proving her strength and loyalty, well... Kotake and Koume wouldn’t mind keeping her even closer.

Changing Fate, Creating Destiny - LOZ TOTK Isekai

1 2 3 4 (This is Part 4)

Zelda leaned against the railing of the library’s upper level, trying to stifle her giggles as she watched the absurdly amusing scene below. Adria, barefoot and darting around like a shadow, was clearly trying to avoid Ganondorf. The Chieftain, however, seemed utterly oblivious to the fact that his pursuit was anything but subtle.

From her vantage point, Zelda could see the whole scene unfold, and it was a masterclass in both evasion and frustration. Adria was moving gracefully between rows of shelves, her small frame slipping between patrons, her eyes scanning her surroundings with a blend of concentration and... panic? Zelda wasn’t sure whether Adria was actually scared or simply trying to avoid an awkward confrontation. Either way, her skill at dodging Ganondorf was commendable.

"Does he seriously think this is working?" Zelda whispered with a grin, glancing at Kotake and Koume beside her.

Kotake shook her head in disbelief. "He’s hopeless."

Koume, equally amused, couldn't stop the chuckle that left her. "We taught him better than this. He’s acting like a lovesick fool."

Adria’s barefoot tactic had worked wonders so far. The soft thud of her shoes would have given her away, but without them, she moved silently, evading Ganondorf’s sharp eyes and ears. Zelda pressed her hand to her mouth, struggling to contain her laughter. The whole situation was ridiculous, but in the best possible way.

Ganondorf, on the other hand, was far too focused to notice the not-completely-quiet audience above. His brow furrowed as he moved through the library, determined to find Adria. Every time he thought he was getting close, she’d disappear like smoke, leaving him even more frustrated.

"Kotake, Koume," Zelda whispered, still barely containing her mirth, "I think Adria could be an excellent spy for Hyrule if this whole sage thing doesn’t work out."

This time Kotake chuckled. "We might have to borrow her for the Gerudo at this rate."

"I doubt even we could have trained someone this quick to evade a Gerudo Chieftain," Koume muttered, a touch of pride in her voice, though aimed at Adria's cleverness. "And if Ganondorf can't corner her, it’s his own fault. He’s losing to an untrained Hyrulean woman."

Zelda’s eyes sparkled with amusement, but her attention was caught by Adria, who had just spotted Ganondorf changing his path. With an expression that screamed “desperation mixed with genius,” Adria suddenly pulled off one of her shoes and threw it across the library.

The shoe landed with a soft thud several shelves away, causing a few patrons to look around in confusion. Ganondorf, however, froze mid-step, his eyes snapping toward the source of the noise. Without hesitation, he turned and strode in that direction, clearly convinced that he was closing in on his elusive target.

Adria, on the other hand, seized her chance. With the finesse of someone who had done this far too often, she slipped behind a surprised patron, scooted toward the door, and made her escape without so much as a glance back.

Zelda couldn't hold it in any longer. A soft but delighted laugh escaped her lips as she watched Adria disappear into the hallway. “Did she really just throw her shoe to get away from him?” she whispered in amazement, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Kotake and Koume were equally astonished. Kotake muttered something under her breath about "extra training" for Ganondorf, while Koume rubbed her forehead in disbelief. “Our Chieftain... the man who’s supposed to lead us all... tricked by a shoe,” she grumbled.

Zelda was practically wheezing at this point, her eyes misting with tears of laughter as Kotake and Koume began seriously debating how to increase Ganondorf’s training in both stealth and dealing with women. “We’ll make him climb Lynel Mountain twice for this,” Kotake declared with a scowl, though her voice still carried amusement. "He will be blind folded the second time, mark my words."

As the trio peered down, Zelda caught sight of Ganondorf standing in the middle of the library, Adria’s discarded shoe now in his hand. His expression was a mix of frustration and, oddly enough, a bit of admiration. Even from this distance, Zelda could see the faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“He’s impressed,” Koume remarked dryly. “He may not admit it right now, but he’s definitely impressed.”

Zelda bit her lip, struggling to suppress another fit of laughter as she watched the towering Chieftain turn the shoe over in his hand. “Of course he is,” she murmured. “How could he not be?”

Ganondorf, however, wasn’t one to give up easily. His brows furrowed once more, and he scanned the area as if trying to calculate Adria’s next move. But with only her shoe as a clue, he was left with nothing but the sting of his own defeat for the day.

Zelda sighed, leaning back against the railing, still smiling. "Adria’s got him wrapped around her little finger, doesn’t she?"

Kotake smirked. "Indeed. He just hasn’t realized it yet."

As Ganondorf finally turned and left the library, still clutching Adria’s shoe like a trophy, Zelda couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. The poor man didn’t stand a chance against Adria’s cunning, and now, it seemed, he was even more determined than ever to win her over.

But for now, the morning belonged to Adria. And Zelda couldn’t wait to tease her about it later.

[distopea]

Future canon muses addition? 

I’ll be soon placing all my canon muses as secondary or request muses only, but I might add two characters to my roster: 

Pell from One Piece 🦅

Niji Vinsmoke from One piece ⚡️

[visd3stele]

Aww Criston with kids is such a cute imagine!🥺 Can you write an imagine where the reader is pregnant or is giving birth and Criston is so sweet and caring? 🥺🥺

bet! not tumblerinas having Ser Cole played by Fabien for a few episodes and already making him a DILF. good for us :))

masterlist ; requests

tw: pregnancy, giving birth

One. Two. Three

The afternoon glamour bathed you in lazy light. Through the haze of a long sleep drifting away, you heard the well known chime of your children laugh. It warmed your heart better than any sun could hope to do.

"Inside voices, you two." A whisper outside your bedroom door sent tingles down your spine. Your husband, Ser Criston Cole has asked for a couple of week off duty as you neared your due time with your pregnancy. "Mommy needs her rest for the baby.

"But aren't we going to wake her up right now?" Kase, your oldest, said. He would be turning seven next week. You were hoping the next baby won't arrive until after.

Criston chuckled softly and you could picture him ruffling your son's hair affectionately. "Yes. But that doesn't mean we can't do it softly."

"If mommy has to sleep, why do we wake her?" Rosyn, the little girl who has just learned to walk properly last year asked loudly, articulating each of her words.

"Shhh, whispers, Rosyn. Can you do that? Can you talk like daddy does right now?" You assumed your baby daughter nodded solemnly, imagining the little frown she made as she concentrates. "We're waking mommy up because she hasn't eaten today. Nor did she drink any water. And the maesters advice to keep her active."

A smirk crept on your face. It wasn't exactly what the old healers had in mind, but your husband kept you very active... at night, when the kids slept and couldn't hear you two.

You plopped down under the covers as the door handle moved. You felt the bed lowering where Criston and the kids sat. He watched you adoringly, reaching a hand to caress your face. "Alright, kids, how do we wake mommy up nicely?"

"Oh, I know," Kase whispered excitedly. He cupped your face in his small hands and kissed your forehead. "Wake up, mommy!" He said in the low voice his father asked of him.

"My turn, my turn," Rosyn managed to keep her voice down until she pressed her mouth to your face. Then she made a loud noise of kissing and yelled "Wakey, mommy, wakey!"

"Rosyn," Kase chastised his sister. But before a fight could issue, your burst out laughing. Criston was at your side faster than a second, helping you sitting up comfortably. He arranged the pillow at your back, dropping a kiss to your mouth as he did so. "Morning, mommy," he winked.

You hummed contented. "Good morning, my love," you mused at your husband, rubbing a hand over you swollen belly. "Morning, my babies," your other arm extended an invitation for a hug.

Rosyn jumped towards you immediately, being stopped by Criston who picked her up and placed her at your side gently. Kase mumbled "I'm not a baby," before relenting and climbing up on your other side.

You kissed each of your kids on top of their heads. Criston crossed his arms in feign offence. "No space for me? What is this? I want to sit next to mommy too."

"No!" Rosyn pulled her tongue out at him. "It's our mommy." Kase didn't say anything, but hugged you tight in support of his sister's proclamation.

"Come now, kids. That's not so nice, is it? Look how sad daddy is."

Criston pushed his lower lip out, exaggerating a tremble and sniffed.

"Oh, fine. He can come."

Criston broke into a wide smile, picking Rosyn up again, tickling her sides as he did and scooping both of them in your embrace. Her childish giggling made both you and Criston fall into a sweet fit of laughter.

You stroke Kase's hair, not wanting to make him feel left outside and met your husband's hand on your belly. It was then when the yet to be born baby decided to kick. Criston's eyes snaped into yours, awe and delight bursting through in the teary sparkles of dark, deep irises.

When you finally got out of bed, the kids made you sit on a colorful chair they painted earlier the morning. "Daddy made us the paint, but we picked the flowers."

"And I helped him even with making the paint."

"You're both so talented, sweeties. Thank you!"

Rosyn and Kase pointed to different shapes and color spots on the wooden chair, explaining their meaning. Criston was in the kitchen, chopping some cucumbers, cheese and bread to go with the boiled eggs. The kids helped him serve the table, none of them letting you do any work.

"Daddy said you grow our baby sibling and it's work enough from you."

"Yeah, you can't lift a finger, mommy."

"Did daddy say that?"

"Well, I said you shouldn't have to lift a finger." Criston approached the table slowly, kneeling at your feet and cupping your baby bump in his palms. He peppered it with kisses as you threaded your fingers through his messy curls. "You should only focus on the making of our child. I can't imagine how exhausted that must be."

"It's all worth it," you whispered honestly, stealing a look at your two bundles of joy currently painting some of their toys with what was left from the colors made that morning.

Hours later, when the sun soaked the horizon in bright, warm colors while the moon climbed the sky with her cold, sweet silver crown, you felt a wet spot forming fast between your legs. You were sewing clothes for the baby in front of the fire - or trying tom, as you often forgot your work and watched Criston play with the kids on the boar fur carpet he hunted for on his own.

"Criston," you called, voice small and weak with so many emotions, so different you couldn't identify, nor separate them all. You were happy, of course, to bring your baby to life in the loving family you and your husband created. But you were also terrified. Giving birth was no easy task - the unbearable pain you would never understand how you survived twice already, the looming threat of death, the long hours of labor when you could do nothing but wait and push, wait and push as contrations broke your body.

"It's time." You added. But it was no need for it. Criston was already rushing the kids gently to the door, yelling for his page to fetch the midwife.

"Listen my dearests, your baby sibling is coming now. Kase, you remember when your sister was born we took you to the neighbors for the night, right?" When the boy nodded, Criston continued: "I want you to do the same now. And take care of Rosyn until I come for you. Can you do that?"

The boy nodded again. You whaled in pain, holding your belly as you walked around the room with a hand, as the other supported your weight on the walls.

Kase tried to look brave. He did remember how bad you screamed when Rosyn was born. He could hear it from next door. He has cried the whole night until Criston picked him up and he saw you in your bed, feeding a small baby girl. He ran to hug you, which your husband helped with, and didn't stop from crying until he saw you smiling at him. "Meet your younger sister, my sweet boy. Rosyn."

The oldest kid knew you will be fine, despite his hectic beating heart pumping ice in his veins. You just had to. But the little one started crying. "Is mommy dying?"

"No, baby, no," Criston hugged her tightly. "Mommy is going to be fine. I promise. You'll go stay with mommy and daddy's friends for tonight and when you'll come home, you'll have a new baby sibling and mommy will hug all four of us with so much love."

"You promise?"

"I swear on my knight's vows."

Criston stood in the doorway until he saw the kids entering the neighbor's house. Then he flied to you. "I'm here, my love, I'm here." You grasped his arm, gripping him tightly as the pain grew. Your eyes were shut close and good thing they were. If not, you would have seen the sick palor in your husband's cheeks, the way he munched on his lips and the worried expression stamped on his face: brows rose in panic, eyes hooded by fear. "You're so strong, my dear. You're doing do great."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because I've seen you do this twice before. Each time just as amazing. You're so much braver than I. So much more powerful. Don't forget that."

The midwife arrived, not bothering to wait be invited inside as the door was largely open. She took you from Criston, leading you to your bed. The woman felt your bump, confirming the baby was in the right position and ready to come out.

Criston trembled at the bedpost, holding your hand as you pushed and pushed and pushed. You cut his blood flow with the force you clung to his hands each time a new wave of pain shot through you. But he didn't even notice. All he could think about, all he could see, was your sweating face, mouth still pulling air in and out.

Near dawning, the cries of a new born filled the house. Another daughter to hold to your chest. As tired as you were, you couldn't help marvel at the sight of your newest child.

Criston wept your forehead with a cold cloth, leading the midwife to the door and cleaning the house before going to get the rest of your family. He, Kase and Rosyn found you and the baby sleeping.

"Mommy," Rosyn yelped, believing you dead. Before Crisoton could calm her down, you startled awake. "Mommy," she breathed relieved. And ran to see you.

With tired eyes barely kept open, you beamed at your older daughter. "I'm fine," you said. "Just sleepy. Baby Dharlae took her time."

Kase and Criston came to see her too. Your son and daughter waved their fingers at the baby, even though she couldn't see them. Your husband watched you with watery eyes. He put the kids to sleep, as they didn't catch much of it the night, and return to your bedroom.

Criston gently climbed in bed, snaking an arm over the bedpost, careful not to touch you. Childbirth left you overly sensitive, he knew. "She looks like you," you whispered to him. "The audacity."

"She'll grow up to be just like her mother. A goddess to bless the earth."

You rolled your eyes, though a smile played on your lips. "Want to hold her?" And without waiting for an answer - you already knew what he'll say - you place Dharlae in his arms.

Wide eyed, Criston muttered "oh, she's so perfect." You hummed your agreement, lowering yourself under the covers and resting your head on his thigh. You could fall asleep in peace, knowing your husband will put Dharlae in her crib soon and join you in the world of the dreaming.

Your thoughts grew heavy, anointed in honey. But before your conscious truly drowned in the darkness before dreams, you heard Criston kiss the baby's head, then yours, whispering with voice clumsy with emotion "thank you, y/n."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I request a scenario where shamuras s/o (who is a tiger) who showed up to check up on leshy because of lamberts crusades, sees that he’s about to be killed and basically starts fighting Lambert to save leshy. They Managed to escape with leshy but both are badly wounded and rush to the other bishops before s/o shortly Faints and the bishops who in their own ways panic and rage and try to heal them as shamura slowly goes into a rage at seeing his little brother and his partner almost get killed by lambert?

"Five becomes four...becomes three..becomes-"

"Shamura? You're doing that thing again."

Feeling a gentle paw on their hand, Shamura saw you looking at them with concern, and they slowly ceased their mutterings.

They have gotten noticeably worse since the Lamb's unexpected resurrection...in which they also now possessed the Red Crown and were on a crusade through Darkwood.

Leshy sought to murder the Lamb himself before they could get too far in their conquest. His most treasured servants were reduced to mere mortal coils, serving the enemy.

It was the greatest of insults. The worm wouldn't stand to be insulted this way.

“Brother Leshy...the youngest of us..” Shamura uttered quietly, sitting down. “He is swift, but sloppy..and that will be his undoing.”

You blinked at their words, confused and concerned. “What do you mean by that, my love? Is he going to...?” There was a pause, but from the forlorn look in their eyes, the answer was obvious.

“I cannot say for certain. My visions aren’t as clear as they used to be..some things I know, others I don’t.”

Hearing their weary sigh made your heart ache. You hate seeing them like this; they were still smart, but they were no longer the wise leader they used to be.

The other bishops were understandably worried for their wellbeing, too. They insisted that Shamura rests while Leshy dealt with the resurrected lamb.

Yet they spent many days and nights worried as the little sheep's cult grew in numbers. Their dreams plagued by disturbing visions they didn't wish to fully disclose, not even to you.

It was only a matter of time before the bishops got hurt. Nothing would stop Lamb from storming the temples once the seals were broken.

You agreed that Leshy wasn’t ready for this fight..knowing him, he'd severely underestimate their power. And Shamura’s troubling musings didn’t make things any better.

“What if I check on Leshy? Would that bring you some ease?” You offered, seeing your beloved perk up in alarm.

“I..can’t have you do that.” They shook their head.

“I’d do anything for you, Sha.” With a frown, you held both of their hands. “I’m just gonna take a quick peek into his temple, and if I need to summon backup I will. Trust me, I’ll be careful.”

Although greatly hesitant to let you go at such a dangerous time--as you were a mere mortal who'd be easily slain--they saw how determined you looked..how much you cared for them and their fellow bishops..

And ultimately, they relented.

“....alright. If you need me, come back straight away.”

"I promise." Nodding, you smiled and let go of their hands, giving them a gentle kiss on the cheek to assure them you’ll be okay on your own. Then you headed towards the pentagram that would warp you directly into Leshy’s temple.

You were basked in a red light as you disappeared before Shamura’s eyes, with them looking on in worry.

‘I fear this won’t end well for anyone..’

................

Upon your arrival into Darkwood, you were immediately greeted by the earth quaking beneath your feet, along with a loud bellowing noise coming from further inside the temple grounds.

'Oh no..what’s going on?!’ You panicked slightly, hurrying down the path as bones of monsters and cultists crunched underneath your feet. All you could wonder was what horrors you’ll see at the end.

When you entered the temple grounds, you skidded to a stop, shocked to see Leshy in his giant eldritch earthworm form, and the Lamb--as fragile as they looked--held a crusader’s blade in their hands as they swung at him. With the crown, they used a curse that fired flaming projectiles at his face.

Leshy roared and slammed his head into the ground, trying to crush the nimble sheep. Yet they dodged every attack and struck when the opportunity presented itself, brutal and merciless.

There was a split-second where the green worm--having regained his eyesight--spotted you across the arena, and seemed shocked you were watching the fight.

But that split-second cost him dearly as he was slashed across two red eyes, which oozed blood as he howled in pain.

You could only look on helplessly when he collapsed onto the cracked stone pavement, shrinking down back to his original-self. Only this time he had no blindfold and his robe was completely tattered.

The Lamb wasn’t going to give him any moment to recuperate as they jumped on top of him. He huffed in defeat, having lost all the will to fight back. This was his end and he knew that very well.

At least he died trying to stop them.

“Y-You’re..stronger than I thought, little lamb.” He rasped. “But you’ll never defeat the others...my family..will..!!”

Lamb raised their blade high to drive it into his chest, intending to silence him and his heresy permanently.

“NO!!”

Suddenly they were tackled off of the defeated god, knocked to the ground as they grunted in pain. When they saw who stood over them, they were in disbelief--

You were but a mere tiger follower, imbued with the spirit of war, with your claws out and your eyes full of determination.

Leshy was equally shocked, realizing Shamura’s partner had saved him from being slain. And he watched as Lamb retaliated by bringing their crown back to them, turning it into a sword once more. 

“Don’t get in my way!!” They warned. “Let me finish the job and maybe I will grant you absolution.”

“I give my life and love to the Bishops of the Old Faith.” You snapped in defiance, summoning your own weapon. “To hurt one is to hurt all of us! I can’t let you tear this family apart.”

“..then you’ll die with them.”

As you charged at each other, Leshy figured out what you trying to do: You were giving him an opportunity to escape while he had some strength left in him.

It wasn’t much, but it enabled him to warp out of the temple and into Silk Cradle. Its door remained locked to outsiders, so he knew he’d be safe there for the time being. At least until he could heal properly.

The second he appeared, Shamura was already rushing to his side. “Brother! You’re alive..that Lamb had wounded you greatly..” Their gaze went to his bleeding scars, all of them oozing with red and black.

“Th-They were strong..I’m..I’m sorry, Shamura.” He whispered, his legs shaky as he was barely able to stand on his own. “Please..don’t think any less of me..”

“Of course not..” They looked to the pentagram in worry. “Where’s [y/n]?”

Leshy opened his mouth to answer, but they both saw a light emerge from the portal--and you sprung up.

Shamura was horrified at the condition you were in. You looked just as bloody and bruised as their brother; part of your ear was ripped and your fur was matted all over the place. And you had a bruise around your eye. Yet you kept smiling as you dragged yourself towards them, weapon scraping the ground behind you.

Moments later, Heket and Kallamar arrived. But the spider could only see you and ran over to help you. “My beloved..what happened?” Rage and guilt filled every inch of them.

Why did they agree to let you go alone?

“They..w-were gonna take his heart, but I chased them out.” You whispered, taking some pride in your victory. “I did it, I..I saved the Old Faith from....”

However, your smile fell just as your body did, passing out right there and then. Shamura saved you from hitting the hard ground, as they cradled you closely. They could see you were just barely breathing.

Thank the Great Ones you were breathing at all.

“The Lamb nearly killed one of our own!!” Kallamar cried out in shock. “How?! We must have messed up in the ritual somewhere-!”

“We did everything right!” Heket argued with him. “That wretched heretic just took advantage of the situation...” Then she turned to the green worm, scowling. “Leshy, how could you lose to a measly little lamb?!”

“S-Sister..I..I-”

“Enough.”

A quiet rasp came from Shamura, but it made the bishops finally pay attention to them as they still held you in their arms. “The time for us..the time to strike the Lamb will come. But we cannot argue like this. Not when our brother and my love are bleeding seas of red. Kallamar, take them to Anchordeep.”

“Yes! Of course!” The squid nodded as he warped Leshy and you into his realm, knowing you will be in good hands there as you heal.

“Heket, have your followers....look for those red flowers in Brother Leshy’s realm.”

“As you wish.” Heket obliged, sinking into her portal to let her worshippers know they had a missionary ahead of them.

Shamura knew what was to come of the bishops, but they wanted to see the Lamb suffer. Suffer as they have after seeing you return to them--weak and wounded. 

They have truly crossed the line by hurting you.

This will be as far as they go.

[captainsophiestark]

Anything For You

Daisy Johnson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022! Requested by Anon :)

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: “You know I’d do anything.”

Summary: Y/N and Skye are dating, and when Skye gets in a hairy situation with Ian Quinn in Malta, it's Y/N to the rescue. They'd do anything for their girlfriend, after all.

Word Count: 1,242

Category: Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of Angst?

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"She should be just up ahead of you. Her last known location put her in the building somewhere around the corner."

I didn't bother replying to May as I sprinted for all I was worth. Skye, my girlfriend of just under a month, had gone into a dangerous situation undercover, with almost no training. She'd done incredibly well, sucking Ian Quinn and allowing me, Ward, and Coulson to get past his security fence for a rescue mission of Doctor Franklin Hall. We'd lost contact with her, however, not long after she'd been in a tight situation with Quinn, and I was absolutely worried sick.

I hurtled around the corner at top speed, a little more recklessly than I'd normally behave. I quickly decided it was the right call, however, when I saw Skye trapped on a walkway, two armed men blocking both of her options for escape.

The man behind Skye saw me coming, but he was too slow to warn his partner. I slammed into the guy with his back to me, the one standing between me and my girlfriend, knocking him out before he got the chance to even attempt to defend himself. The remaining hostile tried to make a grab for Skye, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me before he could. He squared up and took a few swings at me, but I managed to duck, dodge, and sidestep them all.

I waited patiently for my opening, drawing on every ounce of training I'd ever received. Finally, I saw my chance when the guy overcommitted to a pretty nasty right hook. I got past his guard with the hardest uppercut I could manage, and when he reeled back from the hit, I landed a few more precise blows that dropped him like a stone.

Once he was down and I'd done a quick scan to make sure no one else was getting the drop on us (they weren't), I turned back to Skye.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, rushing to close the distance between us and taking her hands in mine as I looked her over for any sign of injury. She shook her head.

"No. No, I'm fine."

She seemed shaken, but like she'd said, she didn't seem to be hurt. I sighed, feeling the adrenaline finally start to drain out of me, and pulled her into my chest.

"Alright, it's alright," I said, stroking her hair with one hand as she wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. She'd gone into total badass mode for her escape, which I was incredibly proud of, but the shock and fear of what she'd just managed to escape would be hitting her any minute. "You're alright, Skye. You did good, you're safe. Now let's get out of here."

She nodded, but kept holding on to me while she took a few deep breaths. The island shook beneath us, and we both realized it was our cue to meet up with the rest of our team and get the hell out of here.

We could finish decompressing later.

****************

I absentmindedly ran my hands through Skye's hair as we laid in bed together, squeezed onto her twin bunk on the Bus. The whole team had made it back from Malta safely, thankfully, although we'd just made an enemy out of Quinn and we hadn't been able to save Doctor Hall.

Honestly, I didn't really care about any of that stuff. Skye and I had made it out safely, and that's all that mattered to me.

"You know, you really did a fantastic job today," I mused as we relaxed together, taking in the gentle hum of the engines now that the Bus was in the air. "I mean seriously. I'm still pissed that Ward's your SO and not me, but... clearly he's doing a pretty good job training you."

Skye laughed, and I smiled.

"I guess we do have to give him some credit," she said. "Although I think his training is working mostly because I'm just a great student and a natural agent."

I laughed. Skye turned to glare up at me, clearly offended, but I couldn't help it.

"Babe, I've seen you down there doing your drills on the punching bag. You're definitely getting better, and nobody gets stuff right away, but... your stance is anything but natural."

Skye just huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

We passed a few moments in comfortable silence, me smiling to myself and Skye clearly still a little grumpy. I was starting to drift off for some much needed sleep after all the chaos of the day when she spoke again, waking me up and drawing my attention.

"Thank you for today, by the way," she said. "You completely saved me. I don't know what I would've done without you."

I gave her a light squeeze with the arm I had wrapped around her. "Anytime. I will literally always come for you if you need me, Skye. I'd do anything for you. You know I'd do anything."

She nodded without looking up at me, and squeezed me a little tighter with the arm she had slung across my stomach. She didn't say anything, but I knew my words meant the world to her. When we'd first met, she'd had absolutely no one in the world. She'd been completely on her own, without anybody to trust or to have her back. I'd become that person for her recently, and although she wasn't really one for the most touchy-feely conversations and declarations of love, I knew what I meant to her.

After a few moments of Skye taking deep breaths and me gently rubbing circles on her back, the tension and emotionally charged air of the moment faded away. Skye cleared her throat.

"So... when you say you'd do anything for me..."

"Oh boy," I said, rolling my eyes and taking my arm from around her shoulders. I shifted and so did Skye so she was now laying next to me, resting her head on her fist and looking at me with mischief in her eyes. "What do you want?"

"A glass of water?"

"Last I checked, your legs were not broken despite your jump off a balcony today."

"Yeah, but... this bed is so comfortable, and I don't want to get up. And you said you'd do anything for me."

I sighed heavily and looked up at the ceiling like I was praying for strength, but then I threw the covers off and stood up.

"You're the love of my life," said Skye as I slipped on a pair of shoes sitting by the bed and headed for the door of her bunk. "My hero and angel."

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. Save your flattery and keep the covers warm for me, alright?"

"Promise."

I pulled open the door and stepped out into the hallway with a dramatic sigh, pausing at the last minute to shoot a grin and a wink back at Skye. She beamed at me in response, and my heart leapt in my chest. We really hadn't known each other all that long in the grand scheme of things, but I already knew for a fact that she was the love of my life.

I'd get her a million glasses of water and save her on a million missions, and I knew she'd do the same for me.

[dreams-and-drabbles]

ur writing is really good ahhh if it's alright can i request a thoma fluff??? him surprising reader on their birthday and reader kinda tears up bc they're overwhelmed with the love and don't know if they're worth it 😭 tysm for your godly services!

Anon!!! Thank you so very much! You readers are what keep this blog alive, so thank you!!! I hope you enjoy this! :3

[F/N] sighed, making their way back to their house. They were tired. It had been a long day at work, and despite the well meaning wishes of their co workers, they hadn’t had the best day.

Ever since they’d moved away from their family home, Birthdays had grown to be almost mundane. Very rarely, did [F/N] celebrate.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, but more so they had very little time, and very few friends.

Although, they had gained a few new friends throughout the year.

Kamisato Ayaka, being the most surprising.

Having grown up in Natlan, [F/N] had been hesitant to move to Inazuma, and it had taken them almost two years to truly mesh in.

During this time, they met Ayaka.

She had intimidated [F/N] at first, as she was an important figure in Inazuma, and [F/N] had only just managed to fully get a grasp of the country’s culture.

This, was surprisingly what caused them to become friends.

Ayaka, despite [F/N]’s initial impression, was incredibly intrigued at the prospect of other cultures. The two of them had hit it off quickly, and [F/N] was considering extending an invitation to Ayaka, for the next time they visited home.

After befriending Ayaka, [F/N] slowly became friends with her elder brother, Ayato, as well as their housekeeper, Thoma.

Ayato had lacked his sister’s curiosity, but made up for it in his quick wit, which was something [F/N] strongly admired.

Having a strong mind was a value most from [F/N]’s home shared…

The three of them had become a breath of fresh air in [F/N]’s life, and gave [F/N] somewhere they genuinely felt they fit in.

Especially, Thoma.

He’d grown up in Mondstatd, [F/N] had learned, shortly after meeting him.

The two of them had bonded over growing up in different countries other than Inazuma, and had become incredibly close throughout the course of the year.

[F/N] and Thoma had even started dating, or at least, going on dates—

They hadn’t really put a name to their dynamic yet, though [F/N] definitely felt as though they were something a bit more…

[F/N] shook themselves from their musings, as they neared the street leading towards their house.

They paused, concern filling them, as they noticed something unusual…

Their light was on.

They rarely ever left their light on, though they may have left it, and just forgotten…

That wouldn’t surprise them, truthfully.

Although, for safety measures…

[F/N]’s gaze trailed to the ground searchingly, and they grabbed the nearest tree branch, before opening their door.

They raised the branch threateningly, their expression fierce.

“I will clobber you with this, if you take a single step towards me.”

A familiar figure stepped out from the kitchen, a large platter in their hands.

“Please don’t clobber me, I made cake? Surprise?”

[F/N] dropped the branch in shock, bringing a hand to their mouth in surprise.

“Thoma!!! You’re here?!”

[F/N] flipped the switch to turn on the lights, and their eyes widened as they took in the sight of several streamers, and a handful of packages on their kitchen counter.

Thoma sighed, running a hand through his honey locks, before giving you a small smile.

“I’d hoped to finish preparing before you got home, but knowing you, I figured you’d likely stay in this evening. I didn’t want you to be alone on your birthday, so I asked My Lady to help me set this all up. She agreed, of course, and even Lord Kamisato pitched in.”

He explained, gesturing to the scene around you.

[F/N]’s brain was struggling to keep up, as they took in the sight of the cake, and the packages on the counter.

“Why…? I mean… You didn’t have to do this. I don’t deserve all of this… You didn’t even know me a year ago!!”

They exclaimed, their eyes wide in shock, and their cheeks flushed in a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

Thoma shook his head, a small smile on his face, as he set the cake down on the kitchen counter. He looked at [F/N], his expression kind.

“That doesn’t matter at all. You know as well as I, that sometimes bonds develop quickly. You’re important to the Kamisato family, and you’re important to me. Why wouldn’t I be here?”

[F/N]’s cheeks burned, and they averted their gaze, feeling a bit flustered.

“Ahh… I see… Thank you….Um… Will you be staying?” They stammered, fumbling over their words.

Tears stung their eyes, and they tried desperately to wipe them away.

They weren’t sad or anything!!!

Why were they crying?!

Thoma’s gaze landed on them, and it softened some.

“[F/N], why don’t you come and help me cut the cake?” He coaxed, his tone friendly.

[F/N] nodded, approaching the counter.

They glanced at the cake, feeling slightly in awe.

Thoma really was incredibly talented….

It looked absolutely gorgeous.

The cake itself was a dark velvet, and small candied roses lined its rim, the cake’s top being coated in buttercream frosting. [F/N]’s name was written on the cake’s centre in big loopy letters, the frosting used for it, being chocolate.

[F/N] stared at the cake a moment longer, before inhaling sharply, and glancing at Thoma.

“It’s so pretty… I’m…”

They murmured, their brain still slightly fuzzy.

Thoma laughed, cutting a slice, and grabbing a plate. He neatly placed the slice of cake on the plate, before handing it over to [F/N].

“Not as pretty as you, [F/N]. Happy birthday.”

He spoke, his eyes taking in [F/N]’s features.

[F/N] blushed, before sighing and taking a tiny bite of the cake. Their eyes widened as the flavor spread throughout their mouth.

It was rich, yet not overpowering, and the buttercream wasn’t overly sweet!!!

[F/N] sighed blissfully, before glancing at Thoma.

Thoma offered them a small smile, before his gaze landed on a small bit of frosting on their cheek.

He leaned his face close to theirs, pressing his lips against the spot with frosting.

“There. Now, you’re all neat.” He murmured, causing [F/N]’s cheeks to flare with heat.

They blushed, staring pointedly at their cake.

Thoma laughed, his voice light and airy.

“You’d think after we’ve been together for a while, you wouldn’t be so surprised. Still, it’s endearing. I’m glad I have you in my life, [F/N].”

Thoma said, his voice affectionate.

[F/N] met his gaze, a genuine smile forming on their lips.

“I’m glad I have you, as well. Here’s to many more years to come.” They said, their tone cheerful.

Thoma grinned, nodding enthusiastically.

“Here’s to us! Now, how are you feeling about another slice of cake?”

[ F/N] laughed, wiping a few tears from their eyes.

Their smile was blinding as they met Thoma’s gaze.

“I’m feeling pretty good.”

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

.

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

.

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

.

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself

[ramzawrites]

I've always liked the idea of eastern dragons, long bodied and often aquatic in nature. And ever since the movie Raya and the Last Dragon came out, I've only grown more enamored with them.

Then came the idea of the Sleepy Bois with a water dragon hybrid reader. I don't know, I just thought it'd be fun to see Phil freak out about a mystical dragon hybrid, Techno chilling out with another hybrid friend, and Tommy challenging this water dragon warrior to a fight. It could just be me, but I thought it would make a fun request.

And for fun, this water dragon hybrid wields a trident for a weapon, cuz you know, ocean n stuff.

A Dragon Friend - Reader and SBI

GN

Pairings: None

Characters included: Philza, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade, Tommyinnit

Warnings: none

Series: a request :)

Summary: Wilbur brings home a new friend so his family can meet them. To Phil’s shock it is a Dragon Hybrid, just one of the rarest kind of people out there that tend to stay away from society. No big deal really. Then again of course Wilbur managed to befriend them.

Words count:

Authors Note: I am not too knowledgeable on easter Dragons so I generalized it more into the Dragons I know of, I hope this is fine :0

Wilbur threw open the gate that led into the front yard of his home.

Philza was currently kneeling in the dirt as he took care of the growing vegetables and other plants. It was his little hobby to take care of these plants, though he isn’t the only one who took care of them. Technoblade, the oldest child of his, begun taking interest in this little hobby of his as well. Though right now Philza was working alone. His clothes covered in dirt but still wearing gloves that protected his hands from it.

As he looked up, curious why suddenly the gate crashed shut, he could see an incredibly happy looking Wilbur standing in front of another teen.

He had to do a double take as he realizes who was standing next to him. Blue scales were growing along their jawline, sneaking at times into the face and going down their throat and arms. Ending at their fingertips. Philza also managed to spot unmistakably gills at the side of their throat, now closed shut due to them being in the air.

Though the thing that was probably the biggest give away to their nature was the long, elegant tail behind their legs. Swishing around nervously in the air. It was mesmerizing to see the scales moving around and glinting in the sun.

On their back was a shining and sharp looking Trident. The bright and colorful shine alone gave him idea enough of how incredibly well enchanted the weapon must be.

Philza threw his gloves off and walked closer to Wilbur, his face contorted into a mix of shock and worry while Wilbur looked like he just had the best day in a long while. For some reason he couldn’t help but suspect that Wilbur must have done something.

“Hey, dad! I wanna show you my new friend!”

“Friend? What do you mean friend?”

He needed to know more. During his travels he has only met a few Dragon Hybrids since they liked to keep to themselves. It was rare to meet one and he was pretty sure it was near to impossible to get them to leave their clan to follow someone else around like this. Knowing Wilbur something must have happened, then again, he was quite charismatic and has surprised Philza before with his people skills.

Wilbur nodded enthusiastically “Yes! This is Y/N and they are my cool friend! We met a few weeks ago.”

Well, that explained why he suddenly visited the ocean so often.

Y/N took a step forward and gave Phil a quick nod as a greeting “Hello, I hope this isn’t a bad time. Wilbur just told me so much about his family that I couldn’t help but be curious. He just wanted to help me satisfy my own curiosity towards people on the outside.”

And here was the explanation why they just followed Wilbur like this. They were curios and not afraid enough to follow up on it.

“Ah, okay. It’s, uh, fine. My name is Philza. Nice to meet you Y/N.”

It was obvious that Phil was still trying to wrap his head around this situation. It just kind of felt unreal and yet it just made sense. This family and the world were already so Ender damned weird, this might as well happen.

Wilbur didn’t seem to be bothered by his father’s clear confusion “Where are Techno and Tommy, by the way? Are they home?”

Phil slowly nodded “Yeah. Both should be in the house.”

“Thanks, Dad. Let’s go Y/N! You have to meet my brothers as well!”

He then grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them along towards the old but sturdy wooden door that led into their home.

Before Wilbur could open it though Phil yelled out one more thing towards Y/N “If any of my sons are too much or just generally annoying don’t hesitate to get me, I also give you full permission to just tell them off.”

Y/N couldn’t give him an answer though since Wilbur just opened up the door and dragged them in but at this point they were used to Wilbur and taking the charge like this at times so all they did was follow along.

“Your father seems nice, even if a bit sur-“ but Y/N couldn’t finish the sentence. Wilbur pressed his finger against his lips, giving them the sign to be quiet. They were confused but begun following Wilbur as he slowly opened up a door to what Y/N assumed to be the living room.

In the middle of a couch, with his back turned towards the door, sat another teenager with pink hair and pink ears poking out of it.

They might have never met him, but Y/N could immediately tell that this must be Technoblade. The older one between the twins. Even if only by two minutes according to Wil.

Now, Y/N was very interested in meeting Technoblade as well since he too was a Hybrid and they had only been in contact with fellow Dragon Hybrids.

Though right now, Y/N was just watching.

Watching Wilbur who was sneaking up on his brother. His hands out, obviously he planned on somehow scaring him by suddenly touching his shoulder. And just as he got close enough to slam his hands down, Techno loudly shut his book.

The next thing Y/N heard was a bang and saw that Wilbur sank down to the ground, holding his nose and crying out in pain. Techno’s hand with the book in the air.

He slammed the book into Wilbur’s face.

Y/N let out a chuckle but more out of surprise than anything. They knew from Wilbur that Techno was an incredible fighter and had amazing reflexes but somehow they didn’t expect this.

“What the hell, Y/N. Here I am on the ground dying and all you do is laugh?”

They just rolled their eyes and helped Wilbur back up. His nose was a bit red but nothing more, he probably reacted more out of shock than anything.

Technoblade stood up with a sigh and turned around “You really think I couldn’t hear you? I knew as soon as I heard your sneaking steps what you were planning, nerd.”

With Techno now turned around Y/N couldn’t help but be amazed by his Hybrid features. Two huge tusk decorated his face, bristle like fur growing along his arms and now they could see that the ears were definitely that of a pig.

As Y/N stared at him and Wilbur was still cursing his brother out, Techno noticed how Y/N’s gaze was transfixed on him in awe.

He raised one of his eyebrows “Uh, hi?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh! Sorry! My name is Y/N! Wilbur was so nice to show me around since I usually stay with my own clan.”

His own gaze fell then onto his brother who just nodded to show that this was indeed the truth “Mhm, yeah. Pretty much, also, I was so quiet! How did you hear me?”

As an answer Techno just pointed at one of his animal ears “I have better hearing, remember?”

Wilbur scoffed “Yeah, yeah. You are so much better than us. Better hearing, better nose and even better eyes, but we non-Hybrids are pretty cool too.” He then looked at Y/N expectantly as if to wait for them to support his statement.

But Y/N just squinted their eyes and took a good second to stare Wilbur down “Are you- You know who you are talking to, right? I can breathe under water, my eyes are better as well and I have a Ender damned tail.”

“Okay, maybe I talked to the wrong person.” He admitted.

Techno chuckled and moved next to Y/N and held his hand up, palm towards them. It took them a small moment to understand but their own palm soon clapped together with Techno’s.

“Hybrid Buddies?” he asked.

“Hybrid Buddies.” Y/N confirmed.

They might only really know Techno now for about a minute, but they could tell he mostly did this to infuriate Wilbur even more.

Wilbur just sighed and cupped his hands around his mouth “Tommy? Get to the living room for a sec!”

“Oh, are you getting backup?” Techno mused.

At this point Wilbur just looked unamused, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for the youngest brother to react.

The sudden sound of rumbling and loud steps from above seemed to be this answer.

“What do you want Wil! I was working on something! Wait, who is that?” Tommy begun yelling out as soon as he arrived at the stairs only to stop once he walked into the room properly to see Y/N who greeted him with a little wave.

“This is Y/N. I met them a while ago and wanted to show them where we live.” Wilbur put his arm around his younger brother as he begun explaining.

Tommy seemed to be incredibly confused but nonetheless intrigued. His eyes darting from Y/N to Wilbur and only for a split second jumping to Techno “Okay? Hello, Y/N. I’m Tommy.” He then squirmed away from beneath Wilbur’s arm, taking a closer look at them “Woah! What are you? You look awesome! Is that a trident? I thought they were super rare! It’s also enchanted! I mean… you seem to be alright, I guess.”

Y/N laughed, more at the reactions of both Wilbur and Techno who seemed to grow incredibly tired as Tommy went along with his usual spiel “Oh! I’m a Water Dragon Hybrid! Also, yeah, I got that trident from my parents as a way to protect myself. We primarily live in or close of water, so, tridents are incredibly useful to us. Also, they mean a lot to us as well.”

They then got the trident off their back to let Tommy have a better look at it. He looked awestruck. Not only at the revelation that Y/N was a Dragon Hybrid but that weapon seemed to really have enamored him somehow.

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes as he looked back up “This is cool but nothing against me and my sword.”

Technoblade seemed to be bewildered at that “You just have an iron sword what are you talking about?”

But Wilbur put his hand on Techno’s shoulder “No, no. Let him. Let’s just watch.” It was clearly Wilbur’s chaos was getting the better of him and Techno was too tired to deal with that.

“Your sword? Are you sure? Even if you have an enchanted iron sword, I’m pretty sure it would be nothing against a trident, especially since I am very well trained with this weapon.” Y/N seemed almost smug.

Tommy puffed up his chest and placed his hands at his sides “But my father is the one and only Philza and he taught me everything! There is no way you even stand a chance against me! Fight me and I’ll prove it to you!”

Y/N rolled their shoulders “Okay, little one, let’s get outside and fight! I’ll show you.”

“Little one? Little one?!” Tommy repeated flabbergasted. How dare they call him little.

The sound of the closing front door rung out through the house which was soon followed by an annoyed groan “I swear by Ender. I leave you alone for a few minutes and I already hear Tommy screaming about wanting to fight our guest. Amazing first impression for Y/N.”

He appeared at the door, gloves still on this time. His expression pulled down into a strict frown as he looked around at the scene in front of him.

Both Tommy and Y/N were standing in the middle of the room, turned towards each other due to their bickering while Techno and Wilbur stood to the side. Techno had a skeptical look about him while Wilbur couldn’t help but smirk at the argument of the two.

He purposefully didn’t say it, but Y/N was being trained as a full-fledged warrior of their clan. It was their job to keep off mobs and unwanted guests away from their family. Tommy would have no chance against them, but he couldn’t help but still wanting to see it. Besides Y/N wouldn’t seriously hurt him.

Honestly if anything Wilbur really wanted to see Techno and Y/N fight. In Wilbur’s eyes Techno was definitely the best fighter he knew but Y/N was a close second and while he couldn’t understand it, he also knew that those two would probably bond over fighting each other.

Tommy pointed at Y/N “Well, they started it! Just strutting in here with a weapon! I have to protect our home!”

Philza shook his head, already done with his mischief “Is that right?” He directed that question towards the other teens.

Wilbur just continued smiling while Y/N and Techno just shook their heads.

“Alright. Tommy, stop lying and no fighting. How about you guys just help me make food, at least then I know what you guys are up to.”

This seemed to pull Wilbur back out of his chaotic loving thoughts “Oh! That reminds me! Can we make cookies? Y/N never had any.”

Even Techno, who acted calm and collected, looked shocked towards Y/N. They lived for this long with never eating any cookies? Now that just seemed wrong.

“Sure. Let’s make some cookies then. Is that alright Y/N?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh? Uh, yes! I would love to! It seems to be a big thing that I never had any so I really want to try them!”

Excited Tommy threw his arms in the air “Cookies!”

Laughing at his little brothers’ antics, Wilbur joined in and cheered as well “Cookies!” He then followed said brother and his father out the living room and into the kitchen. Leaving Y/N and Techno behind.

While Y/N was excited as well they were still a bit overwhelmed with this sudden reaction right after being threatened by Tommy. Techno seemed to notice this and put one of his hands on their shoulder “Don’t worry too much about what Tommy said. He was seriously impressed by you, but he unfortunately has an incredibly huge ego with nothing to back it, hence the insults and threats. So don’t worry too much about it. Wilbur seems to really enjoy your company and I too think you are… interesting company. Yes, let’s say that. If you are really such a great fighter, we definitely have to spar at some point though. I rarely get the chance to test my skills against other people besides my family and mobs.”

“I would love that.”

“Nice. Let’s join the others. Seriously, you have never eaten any cookies? How is that possible?”

[forever-rogue]

hi! if requests are open for bucky, i like the concept of him being unsure of himself with reader (not a superhero/avenger, maybe just a mutual friend) and pining after them compared to how easy it was to get dates in the 40s. thank you!

tfatws revived my love for bucky im not ashamed

A/N: tfatws has definitely done the same for me! no shame whatsoever!

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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You tore your gaze off of the television before you turned to look at Bucky. His blue eyed stare was trained on you, intense and unwavering. Sometimes it had managed to unnerve you, but you’d gotten used to it over the year you’d known him. He was more than just silent...he was calculating, but it never felt wrong. Waving your hand in front of his face you made a small sound to get his attention. 

“Bucky?” you whispered his name softly and that seemed to snap him back into attention as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. Even in the dim lighting of the room you could see that a warm flush of red had crept up in his cheeks, “everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he shook his head, more at himself than anything else, a self-annoyed look crossing his features, “spaced out for a minute. What were you saying?”

“I wasn’t saying anything,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him, watching his features soften when he realized you weren’t going to chastise him for zoning out, “I for one was watching the movie, which is more than I can say for you - you should love the Hobbit if you actually read the book when it first came out. And these movies are actually good. Pay attention, Bucky!”

You grabbed one of the pillows off of your couch and lobbed it at his head; but he was quicker, reflexes still sharp and honed after all this time. The corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk as he held the pillow before determining whether or not to throw it back at you. Immediately sensing what he was doing, you shook your head and jumped up, ducking behind the couch.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, why are you hiding?” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as you peeked up at him. The nickname rolled easily off his tongue as it caused a shudder to run down your spine. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just something he tended to call people; it was definitely just a thing. It was nothing particularly about you or targeted at you but you couldn’t help but pause. You knew that you wouldn’t have minded if he called you that intentionally. But that could never, ever happen. This was Bucky after all and you were just...you.

“I know your game, Barnes,” you grinned at him, deciding to let the nickname slide, “I’ll call it a truce and we can go to your favorite place to get some dinner. I’ll pay! I’m waving my proverbial white flag.”

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he set the pillow back down on the couch as he stood up and raised his hands in surrender. Slowly you raised to your full height, but kept a wary eye on your best friend, “I keep my promises, you know that.”

“Fine,” you agreed as you grinned at him. Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked you over and he felt his knees go weak momentarily. He could stare at your smile for hours, “get your jacket and let’s go old man.”

He scoffed in jest as you grabbed your shoulders and jacket off the coat rock and motioned for him to follow, “I’m not that old-”

“106? Isn’t that old?” you raised an eyebrow, barely able to contain your giggles as he rolled his eyes dramatically, “just kidding, Bucky. You know I just love teasing you.”

“I am in my 30s,..technically, thank you very much,” he insisted as he slipped on his shoes and you handed him the leather jacket, “don’t push your luck, kid.”

“See,” you grabbed the keys and he opened the door, ushering you out with a hand on the small of your back, “I swear Bucky Barnes, you’ve been an old man since you were a kid. Now let’s go! There’s pancakes with my name on them waiting.”

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Dinner with Bucky was easy...then again, everything with Bucky was easy. Every time you were with him, things just felt natural and normal, conversation and everything flowed freely. You’d met Bucky completely by chance, running into him, quite literally, on the street as you walked out of your favorite coffee shop and proceeded to spill coffee over both of you. He’d been apologetic, claiming it was his fault, but you’d been insistent that it was yours. One thing had led to another and soon enough you became inseparable friends. 

Much to his surprise, and delight, you’d never treated Bucky as anything but...Bucky. That’s how you’d met him and that’s all he was to you. Bucky. Of course, he was much more than a friend, at least in your mind, but you weren’t about to divulge that little piece of information. At least not yet. Maybe one day...or not. Probably not. No. You weren’t about to make a fool out of yourself and confess your feelings for a man that saw you as nothing but a friend.

Bucky, always alert and cunning, had noticed you’d become quiet throughout dinner as you both ate in silence. Normally he wouldn’t question it, but he knew your tells and could easily read you by this point and knew that something was up. 

“What?” he gently nudged your foot with his and you snapped back into attention as you looked at him, “you’re awfully deep in thought for someone that just wanted some pancakes.” 

“It’s nothing,” you insisted nervously, swallowing your bite down and clearing your throat, “just...tired?”

“Mhmm,” he wasn’t going to push you, know you’d come around eventually, “whatever you say, sweetheart.”

There it was again, and you felt a warmth flush over your face as you focused your attention on the syrupy mess on your plate. It was silent for a few more minutes before you noticed a few women sitting at the diner’s counter, giggling among themselves as they cast longing glances at Bucky. Something in your stomach twisted and your heart constricted. Of course they were looking at him, women often did. And you couldn’t blame them; Bucky was handsome in almost every way, and you yearned after him as well. But unlike most other people, you weren’t about to be so obvious about it. 

“Looks like you have a little fanclub,” you murmured softly under your breath as you lightly motioned towards them women. Bucky slyly followed your gaze and studied the newcomers and huffed in annoyance. He abhorred any sort of extra attention, especially when it came from people that only liked him because of his looks. Besides that, it often didn’t last terribly long; usually people realized who he was - used to be - and that scared them right off.

“They’ll leave soon enough,” he shrugged them off before turning his attention back to you, “besides, I-I’m not interested. It’s not like it used to be…”

“Back when?” you quickly snorted in amusement as he jokingly glared at you, “back in your day? I bet you had them all over you then too.”

“Well, it certainly was easier,” he admitted as he played with the straw in his almost empty milkshake, “nowadays people are harder to read. They all either want one thing, or they just stick around until they find someone else. It’s not worth it...and honestly, now one has caught my eye.”

“No one?” you asked as you pushed your last bite around the plate, letting the fluffy pancake soak up the syrup, “I find that hard to believe, even for you, Buck. Everyone has someone they’re interested in.”

“Huh,” he mused as drained the last of the milkshake, “well then, is there someone that has captured your interest?”

“I...no, not really,” you lied, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the lie. Instead he immediately made a sound of small disbelief; you should haven’t even bothered to try and lie to him. He could see right through you, “there’s nobody.”

“I thought you said everyone has someone that they’re interested in?” oh yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to let this go at all. 

“Except me.”

“I find that doubtful.”

“What about you then, Bucky Barnes?” you decided to deflect by throwing the question right back at him, “has anyone captured your interest?”

Bucky paused for a moment, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he mulled over his next words carefully, “yes. There is someone.”

“O-oh,” you stammered as his gaze shifted back to you, blue eyes keenly studied your features, “you gonna tell me who it is?”

“Well,” he started slowly, tapping his fingers on the table as he leaned towards, "there is someone, but I don't know if she knows or thinks of me as more than a friend, but god, I hope she does. She's been my friend for a while now and I kind of want to ask her on a date, a proper date, but don't quite know how."

"Do you...do you think she could feel the same about you?" butterflies erupted in your stomach as you tried to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Surely he couldn't mean you. But then...why was a light flush of pink in his cheeks? Why was he watching you so intently?

"I don't know," he confessed with a light shrug as he sat back in the booth, an arm extended over the back, the picture of ease, "sometimes I think she might, but I don't want to think she does and mess anything up. I'd rather keep her as a friend than lose her."

"I guess you won't know unless you ask her…" you were positive that he could hear your heart beating rapidly, "you never know until you try. I have a feeling she won't turn you down if you ask...just a hunch…"

"Hmm…" a smile, dazzling and brilliant, grazed his features, "well then sweet-"

"Excuse me," one of the girls from the counter had approached your table and was leaning into Bucky, with her back to you. She was twirling her hair around her finger as she offered him her most dazzling smile. She was definitely beautiful and you really had nothing to base your annoyance off of, but she rubbed you the wrong way, "I was just wondering if you'd-"

"Hi, excuse me?" you couldn't help yourself as you gently tapped her arm. Bucky raised an eyebrow as she gave her a surprised look on her face, "I don't want to interrupt but he's mine. And if you don't mind...we're on a date."

"O-oh," her eyes widened as she looked between you and Bucky, who was currently sporting the most shit eating grin, "I didn't know. Sorry…"

She scurried back to her friends as you looked back down at your plate. Bucky cleared his throat as he leaned in, hardly believing what had happened. You could feel his curious blue eyes on you, searing and questioning.

"So she feels the same way or she's a good liar," he said softly as you chanced a glance, biting on your lip, "I'm yours, huh?"

"Shut up," you groaned, "it was to get her away from you, so you're welcome."

"Mhmm…" god that smile made you want to melt.

"Bucky!"

"Thank you," he bowed his head slightly, "what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Nothing...why?"

"Can I take you on a date?" he asked as you looked at him in surprise, wide doe eyes meeting his, "a proper date?"

"I...yeah, Bucky. I'd like that a lot," you agreed softly, "see...I told you she won't turn you down."

"Guess you were right," he was causal, but inside his heart was fit to burst as he reached across the table and gently put his hand on top of yours, "I'm already hers, but she's my girl too."

Yeah. You could definitely get used to that.

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