#but again' thank you for the request and for the kind words!

[yandere-writer-momo]

Hi I really LOVE your works literally so much😭, I just wanted to request, it may be weird, what about a witch reader who has social anxiety or just don't interacts with people, so when she would feel lonely she would bring her daily objects to life for company and turn them back into normal again, but one day one object manages to hide so reader isn't able to turn him back, and this object just feel absolute devotion to reader, bcs reader quite literally owns him

I haven’t really done a request in forever, but I absolutely adore this idea! Adore adore adore. Thank you so much, anon ❤️❤️

Yandere Head Canon: Prized Posession

Yandere Gargoyle x Fem Witch Reader

TW: Yandere content. You should know by now the content I write

You were often lonely in your cabin tucked away deep in the mountains. Your only living company was the animals that lived in the forest. Life was easier this way.

Humans terrified you due to their unpredictable and chaotic behavior. You appeared human for the most part, but you were a witch. And you never knew if they burn you at the stake if they found out, so you decided to live as far away from civilization as possible.

It did not help that you were incredibly, socially anxious, so you’d likely hiccup and reveal your identity anyways. So you decided stay in this forest in this old, abandoned gothic manor for the rest of your days.

You often wondered if the old master of this house with some kind of nobleman or maybe even a vampire. Regardless, this place was yours, and you could do with it whatever you pleased.

Yet, you were lonely. Painfully lonely. So you often used your magic to re-animate objects around your house for company.

It started off innocently. You would bring the teapot and the tea cups to life and they would be a happy little family as I talk with you about their mundane lives. You never realized how objects can hold memories… each object sharing memories with you until you ultimately returned them to their original form.

You began to grow bolder and bolder with the objects you brought to life until you finally stumbled across to gargoyle above the front door. It’s monstrous form crouched, menacingly above the manor to keep trespassers away. It’s large bat like wings spread out intimidatingly.

You decided to bring him to life. Your eyes widened when he flew down to stand before you. He was almost 7 feet tall and pure muscle. He was somewhat humanoid, but still obviously a monster. He stood on two legs his fingers and toes had sharp talons. His face elongated into the snout of a vampire bat.

His voice was deep, masculine, and gravely, like he had been a smoker for most of his life. Yet the gargoyle was very polite.

Out of all of the objects you brought to life, the gargoyle was the best company. He reminded you of those gentlemen written in romance novels with his manners and patient demeanor. It was only his monstrous appearance that startled you.

He would sit with you and stare at you with those piercing gray eyes, almost as if he was studying you like a specimen. He would hang on your every word, as if you were the most interesting creature in the world.

You weren’t used to such attention, especially not from the opposite gender. Yet he always made you feel special. Like a lady…

He would pull your chair out for you before he poured your tea, and then he would sweeten it exactly the way you preferred. You were both flattered and a bit frightened with how much knowledge he had of your habits…

The gargoyle would also dance with you under the moonlight, his hands were cold stone. Sometimes his hand would sneak around your waist and he’d pull you closer like you were his lover. A chuckle would always escape his lips when you’d gasp.

“ I want a name.” He whispered in your ear as he sat beside you as you read a book next to him in your study,

“A name?” You softly asked him. “Hmm… what about Grim?”

His face turned up into the slightest of smiles. His clawed hand took yours.

“Grim… my name is Grim.” He planted a kiss on the back of your hand. A shiver rolled up your spine from how cold he was. 

Since that day, Grim wouldn’t let you turn him back into a lifeless gargoyle. He would hide from you every time they broke.

“You’ll be lonely during the day if you don’t have somebody.” He would insist. Yet you couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled in your gut that something wasn’t right with him. Why was Grim so insistent on being by your side? Weren’t gargoyles always meant to be silent watchers over the home?

Sometimes, when you wake up from sleep, he would look through your spell books. Yet he didn’t even feel shame when you caught him. He would just give you that signature ghost of a smile as he held the book close to his chest.

“Good morning, mistress. I’m just studying these pages to see if I can find something to further deepen our bond.”

You hated confrontation, so you didn’t correct his behavior. A mistake that would haunt you.

A week later, and he became more and more animated. It began to scare you since he was no longer cold to the touch like a sculpture… no. He was warm like a body. He felt like a living creature.

You gulped when you felt a pulse. He wasn’t supposed to have one of those… this is why your instructors back in a day always warned you to never leave an object alive for too long. Objects could learn sentence and eventually become their own being… and now you had the full attention of a century old gargoyle. One that would never let you go.

He began to spin your body around in the daily waltz you always danced with him. His snout borrowed into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent greedily.

“I’m so happy I can finally smell your sweet scent, mistress. I was so lonely for a century in this manor. But you brought me to life. You listen to me and talk with me… I want to always be with you. Please… won’t you be mine as I am yours?”

You felt his bat like wings pull your body closer to his as he pressed his lips to the top of your head like a lover would. “I wish to be your one and only, mistress. I want to be your prize possession and you be mine. So won’t you stay with me?”

You sighed and wrapped your arms around him. It was not as if you had a choice. You had a responsibility now, and it was to keep this creature content. Even if you had to be his prized possession.

[ateezscupid]

can you write smth with sub mingi and a curvy reader, and like he picks her up and she tenses and gets all awkward and insecure and he basically just reassures her?💕

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST mingi w/ body worship ♡

"I'm home-!" Mingi yelled, dropping his bag by the door. You came scurrying around the corner, holding your arms out with a cheeky smile.

"Min!" you squeal, throwing your arms around his neck. He laughs, returning the embrace before setting you down gently. "I missed youuu!"

"Aw, really? How much?" he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and giving a playful squeeze. You pretend to think hard, your eyes squinting as if the answer is just out of reach.

"Well, let's see… a lot!" You giggle, feeling the warmth of his smile against your cheek.You pull away and tilt your head, pulling at his hoodie. "But you smell like garage."

"You love it." he chuckled, out of nowhere deciding to lift you up. You yelped, a bit -- surprised. He's never tried to lift you before, and the thought of him doing so always lingered in your mind but you never actually asked him to. You kind of assumed he wouldn't be able to because of your weight. But here you are, off the floor, your legs dangling as he swings you around in a circle.

"What-?" he noticed the hesitant look on your face. "Did I do something wrong?"

"N-No! It's just.." You gulp, trying to find the right words without sounding too overwhelmed. "It's just that… I didn't think you could lift me." A blush creeps up your cheeks as you admit your doubt.

Mingi's smile widens, a glint of pride in his eyes. "You're not that heavy," he says, spinning you around one more time before carefully setting you down.

"You don't have to lie. I know I'm heavy, I just -- you never tried to do it before and I didn't know what to do!"

"Well I thought you just didn't like being picked up," Mingi said, his eyes searching yours for a hint of truth. You couldn't help but laugh at his innocence, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

"Maybe I just didn't know how to ask," you confessed, playing with the strings of his hoodie. "But I've always wanted you to."

"And now I did and you're happy so I'm definitely going to do it again." He said, grinning. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he tickled your sides, making you squirm and giggle.

"You're adorable," Mingi says, his grin never faltering as he watches you try to regain your composure. He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the living room, his grip firm but gentle. You follow willingly, feeling lighter than you have in a while. The TV is on in the background, playing a show you both enjoy, but he quickly mutes it with the remote.

"I mean, I don't get why you're insecure. You're really fucking hot," Mingi says, his voice sincere as he sits you down on the couch. He plops down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh.

You roll your eyes, but the blush doesn't leave your cheeks. "Thanks, but you know it's not just about that," you murmur, looking down at your lap.

"I know but have you seen yourself? You're gorgeous," Mingi insists, gently lifting your chin with his finger so that your eyes meet his. His thumb brushes away a stray hair that's fallen across your forehead, the gesture surprisingly tender. "I mean, not to sound like a pervert, but I've had to stop myself from staring at you sometimes."

"Really-?" You whisper, your voice quivering slightly with disbelief. "So, what do you do when we have sex? Close your eyes?"

"Obviously not. But you see how I like you sitting on my face," Mingi teases, his voice dropping to a murmur. You slap his chest playfully, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pleasure at his words. The tension in the room shifts, the air thickening with something unspoken.

"What! Your thighs are so fucking soft. Imagine having them around your head," he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone. You laugh nervously, trying to break the tension that's starting to build between you.

"You're a freak." You giggle, trying to push him away, but his hand remains firm on your thigh. "But a charming one."

"And you loveeee it. I'd do whatever you ask. If you want me to pick you up, carry you, whatever the case may be - just ask. Please. I'd do it in a heartbeat." He leans closer, his warm breath brushing against your cheek. You can feel your heart racing, and your palms start to sweat.

"I'm-- okay, I just changed my underwear. Give me a break," you retort, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrays your excitement. Mingi laughs, his eyes never leaving yours, his hand still resting on your thigh.

"You're gonna have to change them again!" he jumps up, pulling you up and lifting you over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. You shriek with laughter as he starts to walk down the hallway, your body bouncing slightly with each step he takes.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

Hi, here is an idea for a plot : marcus is send to kidnap a women because Greta has heard that she is the most beautiful women on earth. He does it but during the travel back they both fall for esch other. Thank you I love your work

Note: Thank you very much for the request, sweet anon. I don't know if I fulfilled it completely, but I hope that I could give you at least a little pleasure with this scribble. I managed to find a moment of time and I wanted to do it. thank you!

Warnings : some violence but not literally, some weird stuff, some romance, some kissing

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

General Marcus Acacius [masterlist]

witch. l General Marcus Acacius

"General!" the young man rushed into his tent and quickly bowed his head. "Forgive me, sir, but we have a problem."

"What kind of problem?" he muttered without even looking up from the map he had spread out on the plain table.

Marcus, out of the corner of his eye, noticed that the man shifted restlessly, until words finally flowed from his lips that forced General Acacius to look at him.

"I think we have some kind of witch in the camp."

His head had been hurting unbearably for several hours. This journey had been completely pointless. Emperor Geta had heard rumors, whispered among other men, that somewhere on the territory of his country was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Greed and lust made him want to possess her, enslave her. After all, only the Emperor should be able to possess someone like that. He deserved it. She was his due.

General Acacius, on the other hand, believed that these rumors were nonsense. A well-concocted tale to mock the Emperor and his stupid greed. He also didn't believe that any woman would consciously and willingly want to enter a cage and be locked up with such a man. 

But Marcus had no other choice, because when Geta invited him to his chambers and assigned him this mission, his views no longer counted.

Just as he had done during the war, so now, he found the woman, captured her and was on his way to Rome. However, it was a hard road. And you made sure that each of the soldiers who enslaved you would remember you for a long time.

So you were locked in a carriage, part of the walls of which were bars so that you could at least enjoy a little fresh air or sun. You used it as much as you could.

Marcus stopped in front of the carriage and looked sternly at several men, one of whom threw a bucket of icy water straight at the post standing inside.

"By the gods! What's going on here?!" he roared.

"General!" the men bowed quickly. "This... This is a witch! Ever since we stopped, she's been deceiving our heads and senses, telling such things..."

"I'm telling the truth!" the woman's voice was strong and stubborn. It clearly reached Marcus despite the dull pain in her temples. "And the gods will punish you all! You will grovel under their feet like worthless, filthy vermin!"

Someone splashed water again and they heard a distinct snort. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

The soldiers looked at their commander. A mixture of fear and uncertainty was written on their faces, but Marcus knew perfectly well that in such a state, further travel would be an even more difficult task. Finally, he nodded to the man who had brought him here.

"Release her and bring her to my tent." he ordered.

"But, sir!"

"That's an order. She is to appear there as soon as possible." he added and then went back to his place.

You appeared after a few minutes. The clothes you were wearing were completely soaked, and strands of hair stuck to your face. And although you were shaking like leaves in the wind, rebellion and stubbornness did not disappear from your face. You twitched nervously when he tried to put a rough blanket on your shoulders.

"Calm down, I won't do anything to you." he said quietly. "Sit down, have a drink of wine."

Slender fingers tightened on the material, but finally, with quite a confident step, you moved to the place he indicated. Sweet wine and a few bites of bread occupied you enough that Marcus could calmly look at you. He hadn’t had the opportunity to do so before.

When he took you from your home, chaos reigned. The appearance of a detachment of Romans worried the inhabitants of a nearby village, and you... 

Acacius couldn't remember if he had ever seen a woman defend herself so well. One of the soldiers lost a tooth when you hit him in the face with a saucepan you had at hand, and more than one of them had marks from your nails on them. It was only when someone dared to put a cloth bag over your head that your curses and swearing stopped. 

Only now could Marcus look at you. Indeed, you were beautiful. However, he didn’t think that your beauty was only in your face or body, you had something in you that he hadn’t seen before. 

Incredible stubbornness, pride, but also recklessness since you were not afraid to challenge a group of men on whom your life depended.

"You're staring, soldier." You mumbled, washing down a bite of bread with wine.

Marcus came closer and sat down on a chair close to you. "I'm a general." He said.

You shrugged, though. "You're a soldier. A puppet in the hands of a man who thinks he's a god."

"That man sent me for you." He noticed that you looked at him nervously, like a scared animal. "He's heard rumors about you."

"Rumors." You repeated, dusting off your hands and wrapping the blanket around yourself tighter, because the wet clothes were sticking to your body. "I've seen many more beautiful ones."

"I don't..."

You shook your head, biting your lip. "Don't say that."

You noticed how the general tilted his head, looking at you closely. His dark eyes didn't tear themselves away from you and you didn't like what you were feeling. From the beginning, you felt that something was wrong with this man. He was different. Different from those you knew.

"You expected us to come." The general's voice was low and melodic, a warm shiver ran through your body. "How is that possible? Who warned you?"

"Nobody. Soldier."

You wanted to insult him. You wanted to draw a line and show that you weren't afraid of him, that you despised him. But he just smiled. He stretched his long legs in front of him and folded his arms across his chest.

"My name is Marcus." he said and ignored your snort. "And yours? Or should I call you a witch?"

He noticed how your eyebrows drew together. "I have a name." you replied and gave it to him.

The general played with it for a few moments, rolling it on his tongue, and you hated how good it sounded in his mouth. Finally, he sat up and held out his hand to you. You flinched.

"I won't do anything to you." Marcus smiled gently.

"I'm not afraid of you." you replied. "Neither of you nor any of your soldiers."

When your hand clenched in his, he felt something strange in an instant. A strange warmth flowed through his skin and veins, it hit him straight to his heart. He wanted to relax his fingers and withdraw his hand, but he couldn't. A hot feeling filled him, clearing his mind and thoughts, and the headache... He realized then that he hadn't felt it for a few moments.

You must have felt the same, because your lips parted and your face brightened as if you had suddenly understood a huge secret.

"It’s you..."

"Me?"

You slid off the chair and knelt down in front of him, your eyes fixed on him as if he were the greatest treasure. "I've seen you before. In my dreams. I didn't understand it until the seeress in the temple told me..."

Marcus wanted to touch your face. Colossal fingers clumsily brushed the skin of your cheek, but you didn't seem to feel it, because you were so focused on him.

"She said a man would come and take me away by force. I thought it was a curse..."

"And it isn't? I took you by force, you fought like a lioness."

"But I didn't fight you, I fought your men. And every other man who tried to. That's where the rumors started, which were just nonsense. The gods made fun of us..."

The tip of his finger moved across your lips. They were soft and warm. The thought of tasting them was born in Marcus' head, but he fought it.

"Emperor Geta... That's where I'm taking you."

"Are you sure?"

He wasn't. Geta wouldn't be happy if he met your resistance and Marcus knew that this would quickly turn into a terrible tragedy. He just didn't know who would lose their life first because of this. Marcus closed his eyes for a moment, but behind his eyelids he could still see your face and your eyes fixed on him.

"You know perfectly well that I'm not for him... The gods didn't destined me for him. However, they used him to make our paths cross."

You let go of his hand and stood up. A gentle touch on his cheek, your breath on his lips. You were so close that the air around him burned.

"I had a dream." he whispered quietly. "I felt you in it, but I didn't see you. You were like a wild animal, but when you looked at me we both knew that we were no threat to each other. That we were looking for each other."

"That's how it was..."

He felt your lips on his. The gentle and tender touch of lips that tasted of sweet wine. Each kiss was a promise of eternity, endless love and sensations that only souls truly dedicated to each other could experience. 

Strong arms pulled you to his broad chest, and his lips became more violent, more greedy. But you weren't afraid, not of him. You already knew that Marcus would do everything so that you wouldn't appear before the Emperor. 

You were his, by the will of the gods.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[macabrebatz]

Uhm is there a chance that I could request a fic about like... how reader and Bubba Sawyer first met...?

idk how to word request my apologies

HOW YOU MET BUBBA SAWYER

Author’s Note: I could’ve sworn I wrote a “meeting Bubba Sawyer” oneshot in the past but I was wrong. So here you go! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings/tags: Gender neutral reader, you get called pretty once, original timeline TCM characters, no use of (Y/N), Bubba is shy, you get to meet Nubbins & Chop Top as well, this is just short and sweet

The Sawyers had been neighbors to your family for years. Your family lived in a small house down the street from the Sawyer’s house. You were the only other family that lived on the street for miles. Before you had even been born your parents had become good acquaintances with the family but never close enough to call them friends. When you were younger, your family would share produce grown from their garden with the family and occasionally your father would help fix a truck for them. But other than that your families barely interacted.

The Sawyers were secretive, to say the least. The only one you had officially met was Drayton, who ran the old run-down gas station in town.

You would come into the store ever so often to pick up basic things that you or your family needed. There weren’t many close stores so you often opted into going into the little station. Drayton was always pleased to see you. He was a kind old man although he seemed a bit odd. He often would mention his brothers and how he thought you should meet them.

“Bubba would like you. I know he would. He’s too shy though. Barely ever comes out of that house,” he said one day.

You leaned on the counter as he counted out your change.

“For as long as I’ve been living down the road, I’m surprised I haven’t met him yet,” you mumbled.

You had caught glimpses of the brothers over the years, usually when you were walking by. But you didn’t know which one was which and you were too shy to just go up to their house and meet them. And apparently, they were the same way.

Drayton handed you your change. You took it and your items off the counter. He picked up a copy of the local newspaper and began reading. You said your goodbyes and began to leave the store but stopped to read a flyer on the window. It was an advertisement for an annual chili cook-off. Under the entry details, it had Drayton’s name as last year’s winner.

“Chili cook-off, huh? Are you competing again?” you asked.

“Mhm,” Drayton hummed as he flipped through the newspaper.

“Well, good luck,” you said.

You opened the door but were quickly stopped by Drayton calling you back.

“You just reminded me. Did your family grow any tomatoes this year? I need some for the cook-off,” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. I can bring over some this afternoon,” you said.

“Thank you. Maybe you’ll finally get to meet some of my family,” he said.

You nodded and walked out the door. As you walked home you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. You had always wondered what the rest of the Sawyers were like and you were finally going to find out.

You headed to the garden once you got home. You filled up a small basket with tomatoes and added a few other vegetables just because.

As the sun started to set you grabbed your basket and began the short walk down the road. You could see down the long dirt driveway that Drayton was home.

You went up the stairs of the front porch and knocked on the door. Drayton opened it and ushered you in.

“Come in, come in. It ain’t much but it’s home,” he chuckled.

You could hear in a back room what sounded like arguing.

“Give me a second.”

Drayton sighed and walked towards the sound, disappearing into the house.

You stood by the stairs and looked around. The house was as you expected it to be. It was a small, two-story farmhouse. A small smile crept on your face as you wandered into the dining room and placed the basket on the table.

“Get it together. We have company,” you heard Drayton’s voice say from another room.

After a couple of minutes, Drayton appeared once more followed by two lanky men. One had dark hair and a large birthmark on his face. The other wore what you could only assume was a wig and purple sunglasses.

“These are the twins. Nubbins and Chop Top. Say hello,” Drayton ordered them.

They both grumbled short greetings. Nubbins even shook your hand. You introduced yourself and smiled at them. Neither seemed particularly happy at the moment but you brushed it aside.

“Where’s your brother?” Drayton asked Chop Top.

“I don’t know. I don’t keep up with him,” Chop Top mumbled.

“Go find him and bring him here,” Drayton said.

Chop Top grumbled something about licking his plate under his breath as he wandered off, going through a sliding door by the stairs.

After a couple of minutes of having very peculiar Polaroids shoved in your face by Nubbins, you heard heavy footsteps coming towards the dining room.

Chop Top reappeared this time followed by a large man who had his covered by some sort of mask. His eyes darted quickly towards you and he retreated behind the door frame, peeking out just a bit.

“Bubba, come here. This is our guest. They live down the road. Have been for years now,” Drayton said.

Bubba barely took a step forward, turning his face away from you and his brothers.

“He’s shy,” Nubbins giggled.

“Bubba’s afraid of the pretty neighbor,” Chop Top teased.

You took a step forward, reaching your hand out towards the man.

“Nice to meet you,” you said in a quiet voice.

Bubba’s head shifted ever so slightly to look at you. He reached out his hand, quickly grasping yours and shaking it before pulling away.

“You’re not gonna get much out of this one. Not yet at least. He’s gotta warm up to you,” Drayton said, patting Bubba on the shoulder.

“Well, I should be heading back home,” you said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Thank you for inviting me over. It was nice meeting all of you. Enjoy the veggies,” you said.

“See ya later,” Chop Top said.

“Come over anytime,” Drayton said as you headed out the door.

You turned around and for a second through the screen door, you could see Bubba give you a small wave. You smiled, waving back before you stepped off the porch and headed home.

[stollengoods]

He’s a player 230

Requested Nam-gyu fluff~

Warnings: Death, cursing, mentions of: blood, bruising, and drug use.

Summary: Your boyfriend Thanos dies and Nam-gyu tries to give you his Cross necklace to remember him by, but what if you don’t want to remember him ?

P.S. The dog bread Shiba sounds very similar to the Korean curse word Shibal, that’s important for later in the story, okay enjoy💞

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“…Player 230 eliminated.”

A shiver ran down your spine, eyes wide open now as you sat up in your bed. Thanos was the last player announced dead as the men came back from the bathrooms.

You were trying to take a nap before dinner time and so now you don’t know if you were slowly drifting off to sleep and dreamed that they announced your boyfriend dead or if he was actually gone.

The men were yelling, cursing, and shoving each other. Trying to place the blame for what had happened in the men’s room. You spotted Nam-gyu in the midst of it, dazed and lost. There was specks of blood splattered on his face and jacket.

What really caught your attention was Myung-gi, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was bruised with colors of black and blue with a coating of blood covering almost half his face.

“Hey y/n.”

You gasped, flinching away from the man beside you, “Oh, fuck, Nam-gyu hey-“ You placed your hand over your chest, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

He tried holding back his smirk, “My bad, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine, what’s up ?”

“Do you mind if I-?” He gestured to the end of your bed and you gave him a small smile, nodding your head.

He sat down on the bed and exhaled, “I’m sure you heared already…”

You held your breath and when he didn’t saying anything else you finished for him.

“…about Thanos ?” You said.

He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably on your bed, “Yeah.”

“What happened ?”

He closed his eyes and used two of his fingers to rub his eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, if it’s too hard- the last thing I want is for you to cry…”

He ran his hand down his face, “I couldn’t cry even if I wanted too.” He grumbled, letting out a fake chuckle, “I’m way too fucking high right now.”

“Oh ok… um- what did you want to talk to me about then ?”

He raised his eyebrows, “Right.” Reaching into his jacket he pulled out a cross shaped pendant. It was attached to a necklace that was around his neck.

He took it off handing it to you, “I think you should have this.”

You starred at the cross in your hand tracing the outline with your finger.

Nam-gyu bit his lip nervously, “I figured since you are the only person who knew him outside of this place and like really knew him as a person, not as a fan, you should be the one to keep it.”

You popped open the cross and was not surprised to see a different assortment of pills in it. “This is fucked up.”

His head snapped up, “Huh ?”

“Putting narcotics in a peice that is supposed to symbolize our lord and savior, that’s kind of fucked up, no ?”

He blinked a couple of times, not really sure what to say.

“I guess we know where he’s currently resting, not that I’m surprised.”

Nam-gyu just starred at you, half smiling, not sure if your way of coping was to joke around or if you were being serious. You closed the pendant with a snap and tossed the necklace back to him, one of his hands catching it against his chest.

“Thanks, but I don’t want it.”

He looked down at the cross in his hands, “Wouldn’t you want something to remember your friend by ?”

Your eyes narrowed at him, “Friend ?”

Now Nam-gyu was beyond confused, “Yeah… Thanos said you guys dated in college but broke up and have remained good friends ever since.”

You let out a humorless chuckle, “That’s what he told you ?”

“No, we didn’t really talk about anything when we were together, besides-“ He held up the cross, shaking it, making the pills rattle inside. “I overheard him tell Se-mi that one time.” He said placing the necklace around his neck once again.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips, well it started off as a giggle and turned into you full out laughing like a maniac. Nam-guy’s eyes shifted from left to right, like at any minute a camera crew would come out of nowhere and say, “You’ve just got pranked.”

“Am I missing something ??” Nam-gyu asked, “Were you guys not friends ?”

You stopped laughing, “No, he was my fucking boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I just said that, in college-“

“No. Ugh.” You pinched your nose bridge, “Nam-gyu, we’ve been dating since college, we never broke up. Well I guess now we are… until death do you part right ?”

Nam-gyu’s eyebrows furrowed together as he sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. “That doesn’t make any sense… he’s been flirting with every girl since he’s got here. Also why would he tell Se-mi that-“

You interrupted him, “-Because he’s a fucking asshole, that why.”

“Wait. If you guys have been dating since college, which would be majority of his rap career, how come I’ve never heard of you ? Or seen you and Thanos together in pictures ?”

You looked down at your hands as you picked at your fingernails, “Because his label thought it wouldn’t be right for his branding… especially since I’m not famous, I’m just a random person.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“So you were his secret girlfriend ?”

You shook your head, “I wouldn’t phrase it that way. Everyone knew: my family, his family, our friends… it was just hidden from the public.”

He nodded his head, “And he just started acting like this when you guys got in here, why ?”

You snorted, “Fuck no. Ever since his label told him he couldn’t publicly have a girlfriend, he’s been acting like that; but I learned rather quickly that it wasn’t just an act.”

Nam-gyu’s mouth was agape, “He cheated on you ?”

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to be non-chalant about it. This asshole already pissed you off when he was alive, now that he’s dead you were no longer going to give him that power over you again.

“I’m not sure. I never actually caught him in the act, but he’d come home smelling of perfume and his lips would shine of lip gloss.” You shook your head, looking up, “He didn’t even wear fucking chapstick that lying bastard.”

“That sounds really complicated.”

You sighed, “Yeah.”

He placed his hand on top of yours, which was resting on your leg in front of you. “I know you most likely don’t want to hear this, because I know I didn’t, but I’m sorry that happened to you and you deserve better.”

You looked at his hand then made eye contact with him. “I’m sorry- I was just trying to comfort- I didn’t mean-“ He pulled his hand away but you reached for it and held it in yours.

“It’s fine.” You assured him, “You’ve been cheated on ?”

“Yeah.” He bit his lip, “It’s uh- not the best feeling in the world.” He swallowed, “It led me down a really dark path.”

Using his free hand he rolled up his sleeve to reveal a popped vain, “There’s other factors that played into it and I’m not blaming her at all, it’s my doing, but I’m still trying to find the old me again.”

Your eyes were transfixed on the huge black/blue scar located on the inside of his arm. You pursed your lips as you felt your eyes gloss over.

You hated Thanos for treating you like a groupie instead of a girlfriend. You guys would constantly argue and yell at each other. Especially when he’d come back with unexplained scratches on his back and red marks on his neck you would even slap him, shove him, do anything to take your anger out on him and show him how much he was hurting you on the inside.

Nam-gyu didn’t do any of that, he internalized her wrong doing as something he did wrong. He took his anger out on himself and for that you couldn’t help but feel yourself wanting to comfort and be there for him.

“Nam-gyu…” You whispered.

He pulled down his sleeve, “It’s fine, that was a couple of years ago.” You looked into his eyes, they were enlarged to the point you couldn’t tell where his pupil started and his iris ended.

“You’re high right now, aren’t you ?”

He licked his lips, looking off to the side, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I had mentioned that earlier.”

You held his hand with both of yours now, “You can’t swallow poison and expect the other person to die.”

“What if it’s not the other person I’m trying to kill ?”

You looked at him with concern in your eyes, “Don’t talk like that.”

“Dinner is now being served.” The loud speaker spoke, “Please line up to receive your meal.”

You got up from the bed, still holding on to his hand with one of yours. “C’mon.”

He slipped his hand away, slouching more into your bed, “I’m not hungry right now.”

Your concern only increased, “That’s just the drugs talking.”

He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m also a skinny guy, I don’t eat a lot of food.”

“Even if you’re not hungry you should still eat.” You calmly replied, “They only feed us three times a day and the portion sizes are getting smaller and smaller each day. You’ll need your strength, plus you won’t be able to eat anything for another twelve hours after this.”

You outstretched your hand, he nodded before taking your hand and standing up. You walked side by side down the stairs and lined up behind everyone else. Once you both got your food, you headed back towards your bed.

Nam-gyu took a bite of his food and then cleared his throat, “Let’s talk about something light while we eat.”

You nodded, “Okay. You start us off.”

He pointed his fork at you, “What are you going to do with your share of the money ?”

The end of your fork rested on your lips as you pondered your answer, “I’m going to get a dog.”

He grinned, wiping away food from his mouth, “A dog ? What breed ?”

“Hmm, that’s a good question… I’ll probably get a Shiba and name it Thanos, you know to honor him.” You smiled sarcastically.

It took Nam-gyu a second to realize the joke you just said but once he did he spit some of his food out laughing.

“Eww.” You giggled, “You almost got some on me.” You playfully told him, wiping the bits of food off your bed.

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to say something like that- but don’t get me wrong it was funny.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You shrugged your shoulders, “I probably shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.”

You tilted your head, “Okay, what about you ?” You asked.

He made eye contact with you for a second before quickly looking back at his food, a tint of blush on his cheeks. “At first I was thinking of buying myself a new gaming console, I have the PS3.” He rolled his eyes while chewing his food, “I’ve had it for years, the graphics suck ass, I need a new one.”

You giggled, “So what are you thinking now ?”

“Mmm, I’ll probably switch over completely and get the Xbox One.”

You shook your head, “No I mean, you said at first that’s what you wanted. What do you want now ?”

“Oh.” The blush on his cheeks deepened, “There’s this restaurant in the city I’ve always wanted to try, it’s not that I couldn’t afford it, I just never had anyone to go with.”

He scratched the back of his head, “Would you by chance want to go with me ?”

Your heart beat sped up a bit, “Like a date ?”

You guys made eye contact, “I mean that’s up to you, we could just go as friends if-“

“It’s a date.” You beamed.

He smiled while biting his lip, “Cool.”

You nodded your head, “Cool.” You couldn’t suppress the smile that formed on your lips.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

new hayden fan nonnie again, i am ready to officially join the fam (if you’ll have me)! may i be 🐮 anon?

also i have a fic request! would you be open to writing one where nerdy!anakin meeting his favorite book author who happens to be reader? or anakin could be the book author and the reader is the fan? either sounds cute to me, have fun with it!

thank you, bunny!!

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PAIRING: writer!nerd!anakin x f!reader/ nerd!anakin x f!writer!reader

Author's note: OFC YOU CAN POOKIE!! and that's such a cute emoji 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (couldn't help myself and made two scenarios you mentioned)

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You weren’t nervous.

Nope. Not at all.

Just because you were about to meet the ANAKIN SKYWALKER, the actual author of your favorite book series—the one whose words had ruined you, rebuilt you, and left you obsessing over every single character, every emotion described on the paper—did not mean you had to freak out.

Except, you were totally freaking out.

Fingers clutched his book against your chest as if it may shield you from crushing your nerves adrenaline, while you stood in line, shifting on your feet, trying not to think about the fact that in a few minutes, you’d be face-to-face with him.

And then suddenly— way too soon—it was your turn.

You stepped forward, heart pounding. Hands sweating

He looked up.

Oh.

You were not prepared for how pretty he was in real life.

The grainy black-and-white author photo in the book didn’t do him justice—those messy curls framed his face in a way that made your stomach flip, glasses sat slightly crooked on his nose, and his sweater sleeves were pushed up, exposing lean forearms dusted with veins running up his body

God really took his time creating him.

He blinked at you, pushing his glasses up with two fingers. “Hi.”

His voice was soft, a little hesitant, like he wasn’t really used to this—like he didn’t know the power, the impact he had.

You swallowed, barely keeping your composure. “H-Hi,” you managed, setting his, well..yours, book down in front of him. “I—um—I love your books. A lot. Like, I might have reread them too many times.”

A soft flush crept up his neck. He ducked his head, scribbling something in the book. “That’s—uh—thank you. That means a lot. Really.”

Your heart clenched. He was adorable.

You leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I have to know—how did you come up with him?” You tapped the book cover, referring to the broody, tortured love interest that had single-handedly ruined your life. “Because I swear, he haunts my dreams.”

Anakin let out a breathy laugh, looking up at you with this disgustingly-twisting-gut eyes “Uh—he just… appeared, I guess.” He smiled sheepishly. “You’re actually, um, not the first person to say that.”

You grinned. “Well, he’s perfect. And kind of my biggest crush.”

His pen froze mid-signature.

Oh my gosh..what have you done?

He cleared his throat, fumbling slightly as he handed the book back to you. “That’s—uh—good to know.”

You peeked at what he’d written, expecting just a simple signature. But beneath his name, a small note made your breath hitch and your lips to crack in a small, nervous smile:

«To the girl with excellent taste—if you ever want to discuss my characters over coffee, let me know.»

Your head snapped up. He was already looking at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Your stomach flipped.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER had planned this day for weeks. Checked the bookstore’s event schedule at least a dozen times. He had to make sure he was on the right time, the right day, wore the right clothes for this occasion. For weeks he had practiced what he’d say in the mirror, only to stammer like an idiot each time. But now that he was here, standing in line, gripping a hardcover copy of your book so tightly his knuckles were white—he felt like he might pass out.

The line moved too quickly. One second, he was behind a group of fans, and the next—

“Next, please!”

His breath caught in his throat.

Sitting behind the table, a warm, inviting smile on your lips painted your face as you reached for his book. “Hi,” you greeted, voice soft, smooth, the same voice he’d listened to in countless interviews. “What’s your name?”

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

God.

You were even prettier in real life.

“I—uh, it’s Anakin,” he managed, adjusting his glasses like it would somehow fix the fact that he was a mess. “I—wow, okay, sorry, I just—uh, I love your books. Like, a lot.”

A soft laugh left you, and his heart nearly stopped, did a flip, hit his insides and went back to its place.

“That’s really sweet. Thank you, Anakin.” You took the book from his shaking hands and flipped to the title page. Gosh, you said his name in the most sweetest way possible. Was it how heaven felt like? “Do you want me to write anything specific?”

“Uh, um—” He cursed himself for being so awkward, so nervous. He was a grown man for Force’s sake. “I—your characters. The way you write them. It’s like they’re real.” He pushed his glasses up again, desperate to say something intelligent but it made no sense in the sudden conversation. “I feel like I know them. Like they’ve… changed me.”

Your pen stilled. Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his.

For a second, he panicked—had he said too much? Sounded too intense? Was it too weird? But then, your expression softened

“That’s probably the best thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Anakin swore his heart exploded.

You smiled, scribbling something inside his book before sliding it back to him. “I’m really glad my stories meant something to you, Anakin.”

He stared at the book, at your signature, but what was the most important was the small note beneath it:

«To Anakin—thank you for feeling my words the way they were meant to be felt.»

His throat went dry.

Before he could even think, the words slipped out. “Would you—” He swallowed hard. “Would you ever want to talk about writing? Over coffee? Or tea—if you like tea, that’s totally fine, I—”

Your lips twitched. “Are you asking me out?”

His face burned. “I—uh—”

But then you grinned.

Oh.

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Maybe at the end of the day this was a story worth writing, too.

[softlypaintedseafoam]

🍓ー thank you for your patronage at the strawberry witch's bakery! here's your order!

requested by: a lovely anon! 🍓 -> luffy + strawberry milk (i love you)

"Tired," you question for the sake of conversation.

Your lips quirk into a smile when Luffy makes a grunt of agreement in reply. 'Tired' is an understatement. It's no overestimation to say the lot of you are exhausted; Whole Cake Island, Big Mom and her vast array of children just barely behind you.

'Exhausted' is best word to describe the feeling of those present on the ship. It's barely the morning but it still feels like you all should be asleep. It would have been nice if the night could have lasted a little longer. You release an audible sigh, at peace. Even with your exhaustion, you're at peace.

Sanji has returned and even with the crew separated ー miles and miles of sea in between ー it feels as all is once again right in the world. Sans the oddity in part of your crew missing, it's like nothing has changed.

Nami draws her maps, plotting calculated yet safe courses for the crew's trip.

Chopper replenishes his supply of medical goods.

Sanji cooks up a storm of seasonings and aromatic fragrances.

Even Carrot's laments that Brook's bones are too hard to garchu properly has become part of your normal. It's nice to see the rabbit mink in better spirits, all the events that transpired at Whole Cake Island considered.

What's important is that you're all alive.

A lot has been gained, a lot has been lost.

Who knew where Jinbei was. Was he already trailing the Sunny to Wano or was he still within the confines of Big Mom's sea? Your guess is as good as anyone else's. You choose to trust in his promise to Luffy regardless.

Looking at the captain in question, your lap as his pillow, you don't fight the affection bubbling beneath your skin. He's battered, bruised but he's alive and he's yours. In the rare moments Luffy is quiet and not bouncing off the walls, it's almost as if he is in a state of meditation. Pondering things, worlds, you're not sure you entirely comprehend.

"You should get some sleep if you're tired," you murmur, lips brushing against his forehead. Whatever he is thinking, you treasure the moments when Luffy simply wants to be alone together even if not many words are exchanged between you.

"I'm not that kind of tired," Luffy protests softly, brow furrowing. Eyes a brown so dark they may as well be black give you a look too stern for the situation.

"Yeah, yeah," you card your fingers through messy black hair, with a chuckle. You remember distinctly thinking two years ago that his hair must be softer than it looks. You're pleased to tell your younger self that their assumption was correct. Luffy's hair is a texture softer than soft. "My mistake, Captain," your tone has a playful lilt to it, nothing a fraction close to serious. "I don't doubt you at all."

Luffy beams, eyes crinkling at the corners and his smile brighter than the sun. "Good!"He nods with his exclamation. "I love you," light as his tone is, the words he says are never meant lightly. He says it blithely, joyously, like freedom itself has finally been gifted upon humanity. His words are a treasure.

Your index finger and thumb glide continuously over a particular strand of Luffy's hair, a grounding sensation. You have to or you'll float far, far away from the Sunny and back into the realm of the sky islands. I don't think you'd let me, though. It's too easy imagining a stretchy, rubbery arm latching around you after looping your waste ten times over. Wherever you go, Luffy is sure to follow not far behind. "Love you too," you kiss his forehead again.

[t1red-twilight]

Hey! Sorry for requesting again but the peter parker brainrot is strong right now and i cant stop thinking about reader finding a spider in the apartment and them not letting peter kill it cause like? That would be murder right? so they make him take it outside 🫶 you write peter so perfectly thank you again for the last one!! ❤️

wouldn’t that be murder?

content/warnings: gn!reader, andrew!peter, fluff, spider mentions, cursing, this one’s pretty silly

notes: don’t apologize! this is such a cute idea, and tysm for the compliment🥲 i try to be accurate and i never know if i truly succeed, lol. peter parker brainrot is SO real i need him so bad rip (i apologize if this is a bit short, btw)

word count: 0.7k

masterlist p. parker masterlist

when peter walked in from the entryway, he saw you staring at the wall. your head was slightly tilted upwards, and you were unmoving. “honey?” he asked. “what are you doing?” his questions were followed with his giggles.

he set his bags down, and took his shoes off. as he stepped closer, you continued to stay planted firmly. “there’s a spider,” you responded. as you spoke, you stayed in that same position. peter laughed again at your deadpan reply.

he walked up to you, and sure enough, there was a spider on the wall. it wasn’t large, so he couldn’t quite gage why you were acting so peculiar. he shrugged. “i see that,” he walked up from behind you and rubbed your arms softly. “do you want me to kill it?”

you turned to face him quickly, and he could have sworn that you gasped. “what? kill it? why?” your lips were slightly agape. peter shrugged again, looking around for what he could possibly be missing.

he leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek. “i thought you didn’t like spiders?” peter asked. he recalled past events where you had climbed on top of the couch, the coffee table, the kitchen counters; spiders were definitely not your thing.

“i don’t,” you said in a matter-of-fact tone. one of your hands reached down to his, and you laced your fingers together. at this, peter inched closer to you.

“i can kill it for you. if you want.” your face contorted into a semi-horrified expression. you glanced around, clearly very shocked at peter’s suggestion.

you exclaimed, “no, peter! you can’t kill it!” you said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. your nose was wrinkled, you were almost bug-eyed.

“i’m lost. why not?” every other spider situation that had occurred previous to this moment had resulted in peter “disposing” of it for you. one time, in fact, you insisted that he flush the spider’s corpse just so you knew, for sure, that it was gone. heck, you kept an eye out for cobwebs just to make sure no secret roommates were lurking in the apartment.

you paused for a moment. “can’t you like….command spiders or something? wouldn’t that constitute as murder?” the tone your voice held was lowered and almost convicting.

peter’s eyebrows jolted upward, and he began to grin. “what?” he muttered. “no, i can’t command spiders.” peter’s hands rose to sit on the small of your back, and he pulled you flush against him. once in an embrace, he kissed the top of your forehead. he was still biting back giggles.

after a long pause, you responded. “but it would still be murder,” your voice was lowered to a whisper. “i have a giant bug living in my home. i am now obligated to be careful and considerate toward spider-kind.” peter couldn’t fight his laughs this time. your blank, impassive line of reasoning was so silly, and he couldn’t entirely tell if you were being serious or not.

“okay, so we can’t kill it.” this seemed to be a non-negotiable.

“it’s against my code of conduct,” you reiterated. this time, peter could hear the smile in your tone. he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. there were crinkles near them from your smile, and he noted the sparkle in them.

he kissed your cheeks again, overwhelmed by affection for you. “let’s just take it outside then?” he checked your face to see if this was an adequate solution.

“yeah, that works. peter- where did she go?” you had turned back to the wall, and the spider was gone, not in the spot it had been before. your head shot back and forth trying to find where she had gone to. you stepped backward and your back thumped into peter’s chest.

the spider had moved down to the baseboards. “oh shit- there she is.”

“where?” your voice was rising in pitch and volume. peter took one and, placed it gently on your jaw, and directed your head down to where the spider sat. “oh.”

while he kept an eye on the spider, you went to grab a card and a plastic cup to help evacuate the spider. as soon as the deed had been dealt with, a tension in your shoulders released.

“so, you like spiders now?” peter inquired.

“no. only you.”

[tr4gictea]

Hallo!! can I req a lyney, kaveh and haitham x reader (again..) with reader who constantly overworks and ends up sleeping t theirb desk? I loved the last rain fic u rote RAHHHH thank you sm!!

Overworked!Teen!Reader+Lyney,Kaveh,&Alhaitham

❥Masterlist

Tags: fluff, overworked reader, no beta we die like men,

Including: Lyney, Kaveh, & Alhaitham

word count: 3k words

A/n: Hi! thank you for the request @cheri-2047! Heyyy... how yall doing... I'm back and I am going to post constantly. And one announcement at the story!

Also, state if you want your fic to be written in a platonic or romantic manner or I will choose for you. This is very much a threat >:D (JKJK(kinda(not really(but please write what the intentions you want(this is for your enjoyment and my piece of mind that i mad something you wanted(I love you <3))))))

Alhaitham

Art: @ Ahiii7 on twitter

You stare at the clock in the corner of the desk, the hand is slowly creeping towards midnight. The library was empty except for you, your desk was scattered full of textbooks, essay guides, and empty cups of coffee. Your tired eyes gaze over the essay structure, ensuring that every comma, period, and word is perfect. This essay had to be perfect.

You rub your eyes feeling tiredness wash over you but you can't stop now. Your hand was starting to cramp up from how much you were writing but you had to keep going. You can't stop. Not now. This Akademiya application essay is too important. If you don't get into the akademiya now that will throw off your whole plan of becoming the youngest person to join Spantamad in the akademiya's history.

Getting into Spantamad at such a young age would prove your capable. Your parents expect nothing less from you, you've always been told you have what it takes. But was that true? Do you really have what it takes to get into one of the best schools in teyvat?

You push those thoughts aside. No, you have to be perfect. You continue to scratch away at the essay on your desk annotating notes you hadn't noticed before. When suddenly a bolt of pain is sent through your hand, making you drop the pen and grip your hand in pain.

You begin to massage your hand, and you allow yourself to sink into your chair. Your eyelids felt so heavy, that all you want to do is rest and be done with this essay. Maybe you can take a quick nap, just to so you can get some energy. You set the timer beside you to 30 minutes so it wouldn't be too long of a nap. It couldn't hurt to take one break, could it?

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Alhaitham was always the first person to enter the akademiya. Even before he became the acting grand sage he was always the first person to enter those doors. He has a set-in-stone plan that he has put together for himself to follow. Even if one thing is off, his whole day feels like a mess.

First, he wakes up before the sun rises and has a short 3-mile run, he then gets ready for his day while Kaveh is talking his ear off about something. When he arrived at the school he'd enjoyed the silence of an empty place.

That's why when he hears a loud beeping coming from inside the library he is immediately ticked off. He marches his way into the library prepared to kick some student out. His 10 minutes of silence in the halls have been ruined by some student thinking there someone special to be able to leave that noise going and no think that he's- Oh wait, it's you.

When the acting grand sage turns the corner, he is met with the sight of you sleeping on a library desk filled with stacks of books and cups of what looked like coffee. He turned the alarm on your desk off with a small tap. Your face was scrunched into an angry face and you were mumbling something in your sleep.

He hated to admit but it was kind of, cute.

He looked at the papers in front of you, they were submission essays to the Akademiya. Each one was different from the last. Touching on a different subject in each essay he read. He's seen these essays before, you showed them to him so he could check if there were any mistakes. He had told you they were fine but you somehow managed to find the smallest mistakes a re-write the whole essay again. You've been overworking yourself too much lately and it was not good for someone of your age.

"(Y/n), (Y/n)?" Your breathing was slow and it looked like you were deep in sleep. You were probably up for a while if you are still in the N3 stage of sleep. He would take you into his office so you could get some rest away from others' eyes.

He draped his cape over you carefully picked you up and carried you to the elevator up to his office. He figured it would be less embarrassing for you to be asleep in front of a bunch of college students.

He placed you on a couch he had placed in his office a couple months ago. Alhaitham looked down at you on the couch and saw your smile soften.

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Your eyes began to slowly blink open, the soft fabric underneath your body was comforting compared to that hardwood desk. You hugged the pillow next to your head allowin- wait.

You blink your eyes open at the sudden realization that you aren't at your desk anymore. Your body shoots up from its resting position and looks around the new area. Your eyes adjusted to the new lighting and a blur of what looked like an office came into view. It looked like Alhaitham's office.

"Hm? You're up," You turned your head to see Alhaitham at his desk writing down something on a stack of papers. "I've prepared a cup of chamomile tea for you." He gestures to a cup of tea on a side table beside you.

You thanked him and took the tea off the table, it was warm to the touch and wasn't too hot at all. "How long was I out for?"

"10 hours and 46 minutes," He responds. You hum in response and go back to your tea. "You know, you shouldn't be overworking yourself like this."

"I know, I just... need everything to be perfect." you sigh and hug your knees close to your chest.

"Perfection is something even the greatest scholars have never achieved, and you will never reach it either," His reply felt cold but warm at the same time. You could tell he was trying to give some type of comfort in his own weird way.

"But, if it's not perfect, what's the point?" How am I supposed to be the person that everyone thinks I am?

"In truth, people want something real. Something that reflects your thoughts, your ideals, and personality." He looks up from his work and gives you a small smile. "You are a very sharp and determined person, I know you are more than capable of writing this without having to work yourself to death." Were those words of comfort? From Alhaitham?! The most unloving man alive?!? And with a smile that wasn't condescending?!?!

"Who are you and what have you done with the Acting Grand Sage?"

His smile falters into his condescending smirk. "I let you sleep in my office and this is the thanks I get? Ungrateful." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Words of comfort from you are odd." You chuckle.

"Hm?" He raised his eyebrow at you, "I do not know what you mean? I am always comforting,"

"Okay then name one time in the past week that you comforted someone."

He pulled his arm under his chin and thought long and hard about it. "Ah yes, I gave Layla notes on her thesis and told her it was average enough to get an 'A'. "

"You didn't actually say that to her, did you?" Your mouth agape at this man's lack of social skills.

"No, I didn't say it to her," He pauses for a moment. "I wrote it on the front of her essay." The scholar answered with a straight look on his face.

"Dude..."

Lyney

Art: @ m_iothle on twitter

"Fuck..." You sigh as you let yourself fall onto the ground. You are currently atop a roof in the Court of Fontaine looking into the window of a Fontainian official's house. You had been tasked, by Father, to gather as much information as you could about the man as you could.

The dim light inside the home and the moon are the only things illuminating your surroundings as you adjust your position. You take out a notebook and start flipping through weeks of information on this guy. Every detail mattered — what this guy ate, who he spoke to, what time he went to bed — it all mattered.

Reading through you could see patterns forming, patterns that could be this man's downfall. But the job was taking its toll. You barely slept for weeks, surviving off caffeine, small sandwiches, and will. Though your senses have been sharpened through harsh training you find yourself having trouble keeping yourself upright.

"Just one more hour..." You mumble as you try to fight off sleep, your words echo in your head as you scribble down more notes in your journal. Minutes blurred into another as your eyes grew heavier, you fought the sleep, shifting into other positions, but your body had other plans.

And just like that — they were out.

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Lyney grumbled, tapping his foot on the floor as he waited for you to return from your mission to give him a briefing. His teeth shuddered as a cold breeze hit him. Lyney had been waiting up to an hour for you to show up but to no avail had he seen any sight of you.

You've been late to meetings, but never more than 10 minutes. An annoyed expression spread across his face as he realized he would have to come find you himself. About half an hour later Lyney found you knocked out on the roof across from the target.

"Hmm, aren't they adorable?" Lyney hums to themselves as they smile down at they're sleeping, sibling. He scans over your face taking note of your eye bags and unkept hair. Your notebook dangles loosely from your fingertips, he bends down and plucks it from your hands. You've been neglecting to take care of yourself and from the looks of it, you fell asleep on the job. Well we can't have that, can we?

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A loud crack jolted you from your sleeping position. You sprung yourself up from your relaxed position — ready to fight whoever shot at you. But to your surprise, you only find Lyney with a straight face and his eyes showing no emotions for you to read.

"L-lyney?!" You blurt out, "What are you-, wait! Is it check-in time already?!" You say in a panic suddenly remembering the meeting.

"Yes, my dear sibling it is far past the time we agreed on," He grumbled. "And not only have I found you asleep on the job, you have also left yourself open to attacks."

I scoffed at his words "I'm hidden, the target has no idea I'm here."

"Hm," He hummed then lunged at you, he grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back. "Even if you are hidden that does not make you invisible — you are still open to attacks."

You struggle against his hold, every time you try to pull yourself out of his grip Lyney twists your arm causing pain throughout your body. "Well, I just woke up and you're stronger than me."

"Is that the excuse we should carve into your grave then?"

You stop struggling for a second taking in his words. Your body was noticeably sluggish, normally when someone had you in this position you could easily twist your way out of it. But your exhaustion had cost you some of your strength — which left you helpless under Lyney.

The magician loosens his grip and lets you move away from him. "Y/n, I get it, this is your first mission and you want to do your best. But this is not the mission you should lose sleep over."

"I know... but I want to make Father proud and give me more missions in the future—,"

"— And they will, but at this rate, you'll burn yourself out." A pang of frustration and concern twisted in his chest. "If you go about every mission like this then you'll end up hating the idea of getting sent out on the field."

You keep your head low feeling a twinge of shame for overworking yourself. Lyney lets out a sigh and places a hand on your head, "You did great work today Y/n, you should be proud."

A smile threatens to appear on your face as he praises you, "But the next time Father sends you on a mission I hope that you will remember to take care of yourself. Got it." It sounded like he was more demanding of you than asking.

"Yes sir!" you say, excited about the prospect of getting a second mission.

"Good, now head back to the house and get some rest," He turns away from you and starts flipping through your notebook. "I'll take care of the rest."

Kaveh

Art: @ m_iothle on twitter

Who says that kids can't handle pressure? Because they obviously haven't met you! The demanding life of owning a restaurant is tough on your parents; so you're here to lighten their load. Do they need more utensils? You'll buy some! Short staffed? Pfft easy, you'll jump in! Crippling debt from when your father started the business? Take it out of your own pocket! When people ask you about the pressure, what pressure? Pressure is for non-achievers who are too scared to get what's needed to be done.

You live and breathe by this mantra; it's all that keeps you in business and out of the streets. You work hard as your parents' underpaid accountant. The idea of the business clasping caused you to work long work hours well into the night, such as this night.

The evening moonlight shows through the window, casting on your face. The dinner rush has started, and the sound of utensils hitting plates runs through your ears. Your parents are running from kitchen to table carrying heavy trays of food and empty plates. You can see tired lines itching onto their faces as they tirelessly work.

The restaurant work had also taken a toll on you — causing you sleepless nights wondering if you were gonna have a home the next day. All you could do was adjust your parent's budgeting to something more sustainable.

You are currently seated at the bar working out the details of next month's budgeting plans. You rub your temple to try and soothe your nerves. You look at every cent of money that goes in and out of this place. Every little dollar counts.

The rent is due soon. The money was looking scarce. The price of tomatoes is getting higher, so we might need to push more egg-related dishes to customers. Maybe you could switch to a cheaper brand. Looking over the spreadsheet it didn't seem like your parent's restaurant had much time left. Maybe —

Your head snapped forward, then snapped back up.

No. You have to stay awake.

You blicked rapidly and chugged down half a hot coffee to keep you from falling asleep. You needed to figure out how to save the business. If the restaurant went down then your parent's dreams would go down. This place wasn't just a job for them but also their home, literally. Your father never looked happier when he was in the kitchen even with bags forming under his eyes. Your mother thrived on making recipes for others to try. And you lived here — it offered such a warm and inviting atmosphere that you loved.

So you pressed on, even as your eyes grew heavy and your head dropped...... SLAM!

A cup slamming on the table jerking you up right from your half-sleeping state. You look up to see a slightly drunk architect sitting next to you. You recognized the man as Kaveh, the famous architect who often came down to your parents' restaurant to drink his sorrows away. You two frequently chatted when he came around and considered each other as kind of friends.

He had a joyful expression on his face and looked to be celebrating something by himself. This is odd for him as when he comes in he's often here to yap on about some horrible client he's has.

You are unsure of when he got there in the short time you rested your eyes but it was probably a little while ago. You look at the clock across from you, it reads 11:36 PM. Fuck, you let yourself relax and wasted an hour and a half. You groggily stretched out your arms and lazily picked up the pencil to continue your work.

"Late night?" Kaveh says facing his body toward you.

You fidget with a strand of your hair. "Something like that." You huff out.

"You don't look that great," He said trying to put it as nicely as possible.

"I'm fine," You brush him off as you take a sip of your now cold coffee. His eyes scan over the mess of papers surrounding you and frowns.

"Y/n, I get you're trying to help your parents but — you can't do that if you're dead on your feet."

You let out a small chuckle "Those are some wise words for a drunkard."

He chuckled nervously, remembering a certain sage who spoke those words to him "Yeah, they're technically not my words but they helped me when I was working myself to death."

"Well, I don't really have a choice," You mutter. "If I don't fix this budget then—,"

Kaveh stops you with a hand to your face. "The restaurant will not shut down if you rest during the night." He furrows his eyebrows. "This restaurant is your parent's responsibility — not yours."

The architect reaches for the paper in front of you and carefully stacks them together. "Now, you go rest for however much you need to and come back when you have energy?"

You wait a beat before responding, one night's rest couldn't hurt? "Alright," You sigh in defeat as you push yourself off the high stool.

The numbers could wait — just a little while.

For my announcement, I will not be as genshin-focused from now on. I will still post genshin things if you request it but I will be trying to focus on other fandoms like MHA/JJK/Demon Slayer. This is mostly because I have not been enjoying genshin anymore and it's gotten kinda stale in terms of everything. So if you have any requests I will do them but other than that I'm not writing genshin. (also, yes true meaning will continue but it will end at Fontaine because I don't wanna write Natlan #ProudNatlanStoryQuestHater)

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[soleillunne]

limerence; valentines event !

limerence (n); an intense desire for someone, with intrusive thoughts and a desire for a relationship and reciprocation.

Hi! With Valentines Day approaching, I thought it’d be the perfect time to host an event. While there are some limitations on who can join, I hope everyone enjoys what I have in store!

❥ Who Can Join?

This is a mutuals-only event. However, if you're a mutual-in-law (a mutual of a mutual), I’d be happy to write drabbles for you as well!

If I’ve seen you around on the dash, I’ll probably recognize you, but I’d appreciate it if you included a name just in case! :')

❥ How to Join:

This is a drabble event! If you'd like to participate, send me an ask with details about your self-ship—this can be anything from voicelines to a general summary of your relationship. I need something to work with to bring your story to life!

If you have a specific scenario, setting, or AU in mind, feel free to include that as well. I’ll do my best to make it happen!

❥ What I’m Writing For:

I will only be writing for Genshin Impact. I’m open to most characters, but fair warning—I haven't played the Natlan Archon Quest yet, so I may struggle with Natlan characters.

(PS to my HSR mutuals: I’ve written for Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Sunday, and Aventurine before and might be open to doing so again!)

❥ Additional Rules:

One character per ask to keep things manageable.

I'm willing to write almost any theme but smut, pregnancy, drug use etc. are not things i'm comfortable writing.

Drabbles will be short (usually between 400-700 words) unless inspiration strikes!

Requests will be open until 21.02.25, so be sure to send yours in before then!

I’ll be writing at my own pace, so please be patient.

Be kind and respectful with your requests! I reserve the right to decline anything that makes me uncomfortable.

❥ Tag for Easy Access:

Everything I write for this event will be tagged as limerence! so it’s easy to find.

I’m really excited to write for you all! Thank you for joining, and I hope you enjoy what I create!

PS: For anyone curious, I usually write over at @amalythea, so feel free to check it out for a glimpse of what your drabble will likely look like!

[sundrop-writes]

Hello bestie 💖 For the first post hiatus TWD request (love nepotism <33), I wanted to ask for a Daryl reaction (maybe Glenn and Maggie too, since we're in the mood for them) with a Fem Reader who's Super Direct and Flirty (gotta make that old man blush again) who's just trying restlessly to pick em up romance style

Thank you sm in advance if you write it <33

as always Star cooks up the good shit with her requests !!! also if you're reading this (everyone, not just Star) you can feel free to send in more requests for TWD reactions because I have been rewatching the show and that is the mindset I'm in right now and the characters that I want to be writing for. just make sure to read my rules before requesting

How would Daryl, Glenn, and Maggie react to you being super flirty and direct with them?

Included: Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, and Maggie Greene.

Warnings: this is an AU where Gleggie never happened (because if I get into poly dynamics I will get far too carried away); reader is gender neutral - no gender is mentioned or described for the reader and the main pronouns used are you/yours; discussion of canon TWD topics (gun violence, death, etc.); slight mention of Daryl being emotionally insecure; most of this is just harmless fluff and lots of pining and lots of sexual tension.

Daryl would absolutely not know how to react.

This would go one of two ways - he would either have absolutely no clue that you were flirting with him - because he would think that it was 100% a joke, or he would recognize it right way and it would absolutely trigger his fight or flight response - more specifically, the freeze response. And I'm not even joking, this is the kind of thing that would completely trigger a fight or flight response in him. Fighting off Walkers? The man is incredibly calm and cool-headed. Having a gun pointed at his head? He doesn't flinch. After being shot in the ear and nearly having his brains actually blown out? He still has time for witty one-liners.

But someone flirting with him? He becomes a deer in headlights. He becomes the prey caught in the crosshairs and he has no fucking clue what to do. The first couple of times that it happens, he remains entirely silent, stares at you, wondering if you're serious, and probably - anxiously waits for the moment to pass. He's waiting for the punchline of what he thinks is some dumb joke. (Because there's no way that someone like you could possibly be interested in someone like him. You're hot - insanely smoking 'wet dreams' hot - and you're absolutely not interested in him.)

But when it starts happening more often - when you call him dumb little pet names with increasing frequency, when you tell him that he can come snuggle up in your bed if he's lonely, when you give him an obvious, over-exaggerated wink every single time you walk by, when you whistle cartoonishly at him whenever he's bent over the hood of a car fixing something - he starts feeling things. He hates to admit it, but he starts feeling shy. Blushin' like a goddamn school girl. Especially because - he realizes with horror - he doesn't know how to flirt back.

Merle's crude words that often got him slapped in the face by women in bars never taught him anything.

But eventually, after a lot more silence on his end, and some stuttering, and grunting, and grumbling, and rolling his eyes, even half-heartedly telling you to shut up a few times (which only causes you to respond with a grin that makes your lips seem even more filthy) - he works up the courage to grab you by the waist and simply pull you in for a kiss after one of your hot, smart-mouthed quips is hurled at him. Because he knows that actions definitely speak louder than words.

Glenn would become a mess. He is a shy, nerdy guy, and when someone flirts with him, especially someone as hot as you (someone who he has been interested in since he first saw you) flirts with him - it easily turns him into a stuttering mess.

Occasionally, Glenn will have his bright moments. He has absolutely no clue how he does it, but he has his own moments of charm. He will manage to trip over his words and accidentally land in a metaphorical backflip - he'll say something smooth that will get you a little bit flustered. You'll off-handedly mention how you're cold as the nightly chill sets in after the sun has dropped out of the sky while pulling your sweater tighter around yourself, and Glenn will come up behind you and whisper in your ear that he can curl up in your sleeping bag with you to help keep it warm, if you like. And his words, along with the warmth of his voice will send goosebumps prickling across your skin.

But that is a rarity.

What happens most of the time is that your fingers brush across his skin, or you wink at him, or you say something even slightly suggestive, and he is cursed by all of his blood rushing south, and he becomes a stumbling, stuttery mess while he rushes to cover his crotch with some nearby object, and sometimes - he quite literally falls for you, and ends up tripping over himself trying to come up with a clever reply.

But at least he always has a good view of your ass while you walk away smirking with satisfaction.

Maggie would rush to keep up with you. She is the queen of flirting - and initially, she only began flirting with you because she was bored. She never expected that you would actually flirt back, let alone cause her to stumble and hell, actually catch feelings for you.

She found you attractive upon first sight, and she thought it would be harmless to flirt with you a bit to break up the monotony of the farm. She never expected that you would double down on the filthy innuendos and take her breath away whispering wonderfully dirty compliments in her ear before disappearing off to do your chores.

It was a battle that she would not come unarmed to. She was no stranger to flirting with people (usually out of boredom, or trying to pick someone up to have mindless sex) - and all throughout high school and college she had well honed her skills. But you had a clever, filthy tongue, and sometimes, you did leave her speechless.

It was why she was determined to shut you up - in one way or another. (And often spent her time daydreaming about what those ways would be.)

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A/N: If you liked this, check out my Walking Dead Masterlist for more stuff I have written!

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Ok, after having listened to TTPD on loop, I have a request ft. But, daddy I love him.

Dream sequence fic starring Sunshine x Bucky and the dream is set in the 40s with Nick Fury and Sam Wilson as Sunshine's father and brother respectively. Something magical hit 'em and now the whole team is kind of in a dream while loki is the only one awake (he's a powerful witch duh😂) and everyone has been weirdly cast in the 40s roles.

Feel free to run along as you'd love. As always, I adore your writing 🫶🤍

No because I’ve never written a dream sequence before but like that means I can be a little more unhinged frivolous than I normally am. I know this took a hot minute, but I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the ask! 💛

But Daddy I Love Him

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Summary - You weren't really his daughter. He wasn't really your father. And yet, his constant disapproval makes you want to scream 'But Daddy, I love him'.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Grumpy Sunshine Series

"Nick," Sam tries for what feels like the dozenth time. "Really, they didn't have anything to do with it. It's on me, I'm- "

"This meeting is adjourned," Nick sharply cuts Sam off. You begin to stand from your seat at the conference room table as Nick Fury's cutting glare meets yours, "Not you."

The moment those words leave Fury's mouth, Bucky freezes.

There's a part of Bucky that knows anything he says or does right now will make this about ten times worse.

And yet, there's an even bigger part of him that doesn't care. He'll defend you to Nick Fury. He'll stand there and refuse to let him tear into you about this of all things.

Nick glares at him, speaking pointedly as Bucky refuses to move an inch even as the rest of the team timidly shuffles out, "I said meeting is adjourned."

You nod as Bucky rests a comforting hand on your shoulder, "Go. I'll be okay."

Bucky's eyes meet yours for a short moment, silently asking you if you'll actually be okay. You nod again, jutting your chin toward the door.

After the door clicks shut behind Bucky, the room is quiet for a long moment.

Your eyes flicker up to meet Nick's, "It was an accident, Nick."

"An accident?" He snorts in disbelief, "Going public with the Winter Soldier is an accident?"

"With James. James Buchanan Barnes."

He rolls his eyes, grunting in distaste, "That's not who the world sees."

You stand up from your chair, fighting the urge to stomp your foot like a petulant child, "I don't care! I don't care what the world sees!"

"You don't care?" he scoffs, resting his hands on his hips. "You don't care that the reputation that you've built is going to be singlehandedly torn to shreds? You're saying you're willing to burn down everything you've worked so hard to build... for him?"

There isn't a moment's pause or hesitation as you utter a single word, "Yes."

"For him?"

"For him."

Nick shakes his head, his muscles in his jaw ticking, "He's not good enough for you."

You scoff at him, "Is that what this is about?"

He rolls his eyes, planting his hands on the table, "No, now, it's about your imminent fall from grace."

"My name is mine to disgrace, Nick! I love him!"

"You're not thinking." Nick forcefully taps his temple, "Think about this. Think about what you're doing!"

"No!"

He throws his hands up in frustration, "So that's it then?"

"Why can't you just support me?" you implore.

"Because you clearly don't care what I have to say!"

"That's not true!" you raise your voice, feeling a wave of defensiveness wash over you. "It was an accident. Sam didn't mean to post that picture. He told you that himself."

"I think he did," Nick sharply accuses. And for the first time ever, he speaks to you like the Director of SHEILD instead of the Nick you've always known. "I think you didn't like that I told you to wait, to bide your time. I think you went behind my back and disobeyed direct orders."

You scoff, "So you're calling me a liar?"

His tone is sharp. Another first, it seems like he doesn't even care about sparing your feelings. His words are as sharp and cutthroat as his reputation, "I think you're blinded by your own feelings. And I think that you're making a big mistake."

This time, you do stomp your foot like his petulant child, "It's my mistake to make! I'm not taking it back."

He raises his chin defiantly, "And I'm not changing my mind."

You cross your arms, refusing to back down, "Me neither."

He stands to his full height, his face blank and emotionless, "Then I guess there's nothing left to say."

The words feel like a punch to the gut, but you still can't bring yourself to back down, "I guess not..."

"You're dismissed."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You've never actually been dismissed. Everyone knew you weren't just an Avenger or agent or Asset to Nick. And now, he was talking to you like that's all you were.

There's a heaviness in the pit of your stomach as you stand out of your seat. You keep your eyes locked on his as you stand up, silently imploring him to see reason, to see how much you love Bucky.

It doesn't happen. You shake your head at him once more.

And you walk out the conference room feeling more distraught then you've felt in quite some time.

You never fight with Nick like that. You hardly ever had disagreements, let alone full blown screaming matches.

The pain of the intense argument just reminds you that he's always been more than just your commander, more than just the director of SHIELD. He's the closest thing you've got to a father figure. But you're not changing your mind anymore than he is.

"I take it that it didn't go well?" Loki asks, leaning against the wall in front of the conference room.

You shake your head with a sad smile, "Not exactly."

He places a light hand on your shoulder, patting it once, "It’s a rite of passage for a child to disappoint their parents. It was bound to happen.”

"Except Nick isn’t my dad.”

Loki raises an eyebrow at you, “Didn’t you refer to him as your father?”

“That was one time and it was an accident!” you huff.

“Accidental or not, it’s a part of growing up. Especially for a precocious, dutiful daughter like yourself.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips, “Are you trying to make me feel better?"

Loki shrugs, "I suppose I am. Is it working?”

"Not really, but thank you." You scrunch your nose, shaking your head slightly, "I appreciate the attempt."

He lets go of your shoulder with another pat, "It will work out. One way or another."

"Did your magic tell you that?"

He begins to walk away with his signature, mischievous smirk, "Something like that."

"I didn't like the way you just said that, Loki," you call down the corridor. "Should I be worried about that?"

He shrugs, "Like I said, it will settle. One way or another."

There's a part of you that knows you should go after him and question his plans.

The part that wins out is the one in desperate search of comfort after the blowout with the closest thing you have to a father figure.

“How did it go?” Bucky asks the moment you enter your room. Your only response in a defeated groan as you slump down face first onto your bed. Bucky sighs, pulling you close to him, "He'll come around."

"I hope so." You turn your cheek, looking up at him with a sad smile, "Even if he doesn't, I hope you know that it doesn't change anything, I love you."

He strokes your cheek, "I love you too."

"We should get some sleep. I'm drained."

"Come here."

You rest your head against his chest, allowing yourself to be soothed by the warmth of Bucky's skin.

The last thing you remember is drifting off into a restless sleep.

In the next moment, you find yourself jolted up with a sharp gasp of air.

You stare down at yourself, your normal clothes replaced by a puffy poodle skirt and a neatly tucked in crisp, white blouse. “Wow… this is different.”

You jolt at the sound of the familiar voice behind you. “Tell me about it.”

You can't help the wide grin that tugs at both corners of your lips as you take in the sight of Bucky before you. His normal, short, fluffy hair is entirely slicked back. His dark jeans and henley replaced with rugged, blue denim and a white t-shirt with a snug leather jacket.

You cheekily tug at Bucky's unzipped leather jacket. “Oh, I'm having that dream again.”

He quirks an eyebrow, “Um... did you mean to say that out loud?"

"What?"

He smirks down at you, twirling the ends of your high ponytail, "You dream of me like this?"

Your eyebrows pull together. Your head whips around as you take in the room again. And yes, you're sure you're still dreaming.

A similar realization dawns on Bucky - this isn't normal. This isn't like any dream Bucky you've conjured up.

No, this was really him.

Right here.

In your dream.

He paces the length of the room, the worry in his eyes palpable. “Are you really here right now? In my dream?”

“Am I?”

“Are you?" you challenge.

Nick storms in, the door slamming behind him, "Didn't I tell you to stay away from her?!"

Your head whips toward the door, "Nick?"

Nick blinks a few times, staring down at his hands for a moment, "What the hell?"

"Uh... what the hell is happening right now?" Bucky lilts.

You shrug your shoulders, "I have no idea."

Sam storms in from the stairs behind you, "You're not good enough for my sister!"

"Sam?" you squawk. "What is happening!?"

"Even in my dreams I can't escape him," Bucky grumbles.

"What are you doing in my dream?" Sam demands.

"What are you doing in my dream?" you counter.

"Everyone shut up!" Nick interrupts. "Now, everyone think. What happened just before we went to sleep?"

"Nothing, I went to bed like I normally do."

"Same here."

"I fell asleep in front of the TV in my room," Sam admits.

"So how the hell did we all end up here in the same dream?" Nick rhetorically asks.

"I don't think this is a dream," Bucky interjects.

You look over at him, quirking an eyebrow, "Why?"

"My arm." He glances down at his metal arm, flexing his arms. "I don't normally dream it. In my dreams, I have my flesh arm."

"So then what is this?"

"Magic?" you reply.

"If someone hit the Compound, wouldn't everyone be here?" Sam counters.

Your head tilts as you weigh his words, "That's true..."

"So what if this was targeted?" Bucky offers.

"And what exactly would be the point of that?" Nick argues.

You sharply gasp, "Loki..."

"What? What about Loki?"

"I ran into him in the hallway after me and Nick..." Your eyes flicker up at Nick, whose mouth twists with something vaguely resembling remorse. "He said that we would work things out."

"Is that all he said?"

"Yeah, pretty much. He said we would work things out one way or another."

"One way or another? What if this is 'another'?"

"Who says that we're even stuck in here? Maybe we all just need to wake up?" Sam offers.

"And how would we do that?" you ask.

Without missing a beat, Bucky reaches out, pinching Sam.

"Ow!" Sam shrieks. "What the hell?"

Bucky offers an unapologetic smirk and half shrug, "That would've done it."

"So we're stuck?"

"Maybe this is like an escape room kinda thing. Maybe we're supposed to find a key or something."

“Okay, we just need to figure this out. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this.”

“Or there’s a weird, strange, magic thing going on that we will never be able to explain.”

“Yeah, or that.”

"Hey guys?" You look down at the coffee table. "Were these scripts always here?"

"Scripts?"

"Look, we each have one with our name on it."

"I'm not doing this," Sam announces after a quick skim. The house starts rumbling beneath your feet. Dishes from a kitchen you can't see clatter to the ground. "Okay, okay, I'll do it!"

The moment the words leave his mouth, the ground settles.

"Wait to piss off the magical dream, Sam," Bucky hisses.

"Okay, Nick, you're up first."

He grunts in displeasure, taking a long moment before finally acquiescing, "Fine... Didn't I tell you to stay away from my daughter?"

"Sam..." you cajole.

"Fine," he groans. "You're not good enough for my sister! But for the record, I only lightly threatened Bucky. I was never against your relationship."

"You once threatened to chop me up and feed me to the fish."

"Yeah, but I only did it once!"

"But daddy I love him?" you awkwardly recite. "I can't say this!"

"Just read the damn script!" Sam groans. "I want to go back to sleep. For real this time!"

“And I’m having his baby!” Both Nick's and Sam's jaws hit the ground. You look up from your script to their shocked faces. “No, I’m not - but you should see your faces.”

"Whoever wrote this script, it needs some work!" Sam shouts out into the ether.

"And what will they say about you?"

"I don't care." You take a step out of Bucky's arms, "I'm not coming to my senses. He's the one I want."

Nick makes a sound of open displeasure, "Of course, I have to listen to this in and out of consciousness..."

"Maybe if you would actually listen to me, you wouldn't have to hear it over and over again," you shoot back.

"Or maybe if you stopped acting like a child throwing a temper tantrum the second you don't get what you want-"

"I'm being childish?" you squawk.

"Yes! You're being unreasonable and impractical!"

"You're the one being unreasonable!" You storm over to the front door, flinging it open. "Why do you even care so much?"

"Why do I care? Why do I care?" He shouts back, right on your heels as you angrily pace the front porch of the dream house. "Because if I'm the only father you get, you better believe I'm gonna be a damn good one!"

The words stop you in your tracks. You sharply inhale, the emotions lodging itself in your throat, "Nick..."

The words take him aback, but even he knows there would be no point in denying it. Even if you both denied it, there was really only one reason why he was coming down so hard on you.

He stands before you, shaking his head, "I know it's not much, I know I'm not perfect, and I know it doesn't make up for you being alone for so long, but I'm here now. I'm here. And if I'm what you get, then I'm going to give it my all."

In his short pause, you can say nothing, still mostly stunned silent. Even if you could speak, you know there's nothing that you could say that could accurately show how much it all meant to you, how much he meant to you.

All your anger, all your outrage disappears the moment you realize what this all boils down to.

He cares.

In his own, Nick Fury way, he cares.

You rush towards him, slightly knocking the wind out of him with the force of your embrace.

He strokes the back of your head for just a short moment, “You really love him, don’t you?”

“More than anything.”

Nick's hand drops, sighing with a slight grumble, "Clearly enough to concoct this elaborate dream sequence."

You chuckle, pulling away, "Oh, this really wasn't me. I have no idea how we all ended up here."

"What?"

"Yeah, I had nothing to do with this. We could be trapped here for all I know."

"We could be trapped here and we're having a heart to heart on a fake porch?"

"Hey, Nick? How did we get out onto the porch?"

"What do you mean? We walked right through that-" His words trail off as he points to a door that isn't there anymore. "That door."

A panicked gasp leaves you, "Oh my God, Sam and Bucky are gone too."

Nick rests a comforting hand on your shoulder, "Let's just stay calm. We just need to think this through."

You look down at the script tightly clutched in your hands. "Wait, look, the script changed."

Nick sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Now what?"

"Daddy, I love him," you begin to recite. "And he loves me too. I know it won't be easy, but he's the one I want."

"If he makes you happy, then I'm happy for you."

You look back up at him, your eyes shining with hope, "Do you mean that?"

"That's not part of the script."

"Do you though?"

"Assuming that we ever escape this, yeah, I do mean it. I just worry. I worry about you."

"Thanks, Nick."

Nick violently jolts awake from the dream. He looks around his room in a cold sweat, "Motherfu-"

Bucky Barnes Masterlist Grumpy Sunshine Series

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[hy6erion]

Hii!! I love your writing, esp the last Mel one!! Also, the actual aesthetic of your profile is so cute

If it's alright to request, I'd love one with Mel x fem!reader where the reader is very femme but, maybe a bit insecure about clothes and such

Doesn't have to be a really big thing, but a little bit of comfort would be cute!!

Thank youu (　＾▽＾)!!

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐌𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

⇢𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ), 𝐰𝐥𝐰

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮!!! (≧◡≦) 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲!!

The dress was undeniably beautiful. Soft pink silk, delicate straps, a bodice adorned with tiny pearls that caught the light like dewdrops. The skirt flowed in gentle waves, airy and romantic, the kind of thing that looked like it belonged in a fairy tale. It was the exact kind of dress you should love—because you did love dresses like this. You loved the dreamy aesthetic, the soft fabrics, the lace, the bows. You had always gravitated toward pastels, florals, frills, and anything delicate and beautiful.

And yet, standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in all that softness, you hesitated.

The fit was perfect, sculpted to your figure in a way that should have made you feel graceful and poised. But instead, there was an uneasy twist in your stomach, an irrational voice whispering that maybe you were trying too hard. That maybe, next to Mel, with her effortless elegance and commanding presence, you just looked… childish. Frivolous.

You traced the lace-trimmed neckline with your fingertips, staring at your reflection. The ribbons in your hair, the dainty heels on your feet, even the soft pink gloss on your lips—it was all exactly how you liked to present yourself. But somehow, you felt like you were playing dress-up in a way that wasn’t quite right.

A sigh, warm and amused, ghosted over your shoulder.

“You’re doing that thing again,” Mel murmured.

Before you could protest, she was there, standing behind you, her presence grounding. She was already dressed—gold jewelry glittering against her deep brown skin, a satin slip dress draped elegantly over her figure, the rich, warm hue complementing her in a way that looked completely effortless. She was regal, as always. The kind of woman who could walk into any room and own it without saying a word.

Meanwhile, you felt like a porcelain doll, pretty but fragile, overly styled and unsure.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted to wear this, but now it just feels… silly.”

Mel arched a perfectly sculpted brow. “Silly?”

You shifted, struggling to put words to the unease creeping up your spine. “Like I’m trying too hard,” you confessed. “Like it looks good on the hanger, but on me, it just… I don’t know. It feels like I’m playing pretend.”

Mel studied you for a long moment, her golden gaze sharp but unreadable. Then, without a word, she reached for your hand, guiding you gently away from the mirror and toward the velvet chaise in the corner of the room.

“Sit,” she said, and you obeyed.

She knelt in front of you—an unfamiliar sight, given that Mel Medarda did not kneel for anyone—but there was nothing submissive about the way she held herself. She was deliberate, assured, in complete control. And when her fingers found your ankle, carefully undoing the strap of your delicate heel, you didn’t stop her.

“Mel—”

“Shh,” she chided, slipping the shoe off before moving to the other. “I want you to listen to me.”

You swallowed, watching as she set the heels aside, then ran her hands up your calves, tracing slow, deliberate lines up your bare legs. Not seductive, just… steadying.

“You don’t feel out of place in this because it doesn’t suit you,” she said. “You feel out of place because you think you need to be something else.” Her hands skimmed over the ruffled hem of your dress. “But you don’t.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but she silenced you with a knowing look.

“I mean it,” she continued, voice softer now. “You wear bows and pearls and lace like they were made for you. And they were.” Her hands slid up to your waist, gathering the silk in her fingers as she leaned in, brushing a kiss against your bare shoulder. “You look like a dream. And I don’t want you second-guessing that just because you think there’s a ‘better’ way to exist next to me.”

You exhaled, shoulders slumping. “It just feels like… I don’t know. You always look so effortlessly powerful, and next to you, I feel so soft. Too soft.”

Mel chuckled, warm and indulgent. “Darling, softness is not weakness.” She cupped your face then, tilting it up so you had no choice but to meet her gaze. “You command attention without saying a word, just like I do. You just do it differently.”

Your fingers curled against the silk of your skirt. “…Do you really think so?”

Mel sighed, exasperated but affectionate. “You are the most stunning woman in any room you enter, and I should not have to keep reminding you of that.”

You bit your lip, a reluctant smile forming. “I just like hearing you say it.”

Mel’s lips curled. “Of course you do.”

She rose then, extending her hand, and when you took it, she pulled you smoothly to your feet. Then, with a slow, deliberate touch, she reached up to adjust the tiny pink bow in your hair, smoothing her fingers over it with something almost reverent.

“Wear the dress,” she said simply. “And wear it because you love it. Not because you think you have to prove something.”

You studied her for a moment, the way she was looking at you—like there was no one else in the world worth looking at. Like every ruffle, every ribbon, every pearl was exactly where it should be.

And maybe, just maybe, you started to believe her.

[shuploc]

Hello! Your work is so beautiful, especially for IWTV. Was wondering if you have might have any WIPs in mind for Armand and young Daniel, ala 1970s/80s Devil's Minion?

I don't have anything in mind for young Daniel, but I do for Old Maniel and Armand! I'm actually looking up reference photos for it right now as we speak 😊

But do not fret! I will most likely get to draw them at some point later, cuz I'm not planning on leaving the fandom anytime soon (and that goes for pretty much all the fandoms I've been drawing stuff for lately) Thank you so much for the request though, and for the kind words! ❤️

[whereismyhat5678]

*waddles in the room*

Good luck with rino peppino

*waddles back out into the horizon*

(Also hat your art is like... STARING, with my EYES, take a break as well you draw so much, I always love peekypeeking at your content and I wish you the best heehehe)

I look up to you so much so hearing that makes me wanna cry, thank you so much 💗💗💗

🥹🫶

(In every way possible did that make me feel so happy, your art is amazing and I can’t fathom the kindness, I seriously can’t thank you enough 🙇‍♀️🙏🧎‍♀️🫶)

[itzmellooo]

Request from @echodeltacove for their TOH AU! I hope you love it, and thank you so much for the req!

I included a rough sketch of Luz and Gracie under the cut :)