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itsgrimeytime · 1 year ago

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drunk on you (part three) || Rick Grimes (TWD) × gn!reader (no apocalypse!AU)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

series taglist: @ryoujoking

Part 1, 2.

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Summary: You'd known Rick forever, as far back as freshman year. He was a guy you (if you were honest) had a crush on; there was just something in his stance and the low drawl of his voice. You'd say that feeling only got worse from there. Before you could blink, he was married and had a kid; and suddenly, despite your best efforts, you felt very out of place. You faded out of his life, and he yours. So when Rick shows up at your door (drunk out of his mind) about 5 years after the last time you spoke to him, you have a lot of questions.

TWs: excessive use of pet names, making out, vague reference to sex, shameless flirting, crying, vague reference to Lori's infidelity, and unresolved feelings.

[[A/N: Rick Grimes in this one is simply whipped. also not me going back on my wordddddd. I might make more, we'll see. Also whoever made this gif has my whole heart. Y'all ever just want to hold a man and tell him everythings okay??? That he's allowed to feel??? No, just me? Okay. Enjoy :))]]

"Rick," you pursed your lips, rubbing at a dish in your sink.

Currently, you are at home -on babysitting duty. About a month after the wedding, their honeymoon kick-started and Carl went to stay with his Dad and Judith (who you'd briefly met at the wedding) staying with Lori's mom.

However, she had an appointment today (or at least that's what she said), so your home was currently filled with two tiny children. Luckily, you weren't doing it alone.

"Rick," you repeated -peering over the counter to look at him.

He was looking at you in that kind of way that you recognized to be just... adoration. The smile on his face perked up, as he watched you do whatever you were doing; he wouldn't even look away for a second. It felt kind of like when he told you he loved you, and you couldn't breathe-

"Stop looking at me that."

"Like what?" Rick countered with a smile -you couldn't decide if you wanted to slap it off or kiss him senseless. Later.

You huffed out a breath, finally rinsing the dish, "You know what you're doing, Grimes."

He suddenly seemed to notice what you're doing, standing up from his seat, "Baby, let me do those, you 'ave done enough."

"That's really sweet, babe, and I would gladly accept it in different circumstances," you hummed, grabbing the next one (as well as debating whether to kill him because of the pet name), "-but you're on kid duty."

His eyes instinctively went to the kids, who to his credit were quietly reading (Carl) and passed out on the couch (Judith). There wasn't much to watch.

These kids were way too well-behaved, it was kind of scary-

"If you won't let me help ya," he was slowly stepping toward you, "-why don't you take a break for a little while? You're stressed out-"

"I am not stressed out," you snapped -directly proving his point.

Rick wasn't moved at all though by your 'intimidation', coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You sighed, instinctively leaning into him -breaths solid and mind stirring.

"I 'aven't seen ya like this since your last midterm," he commented -laughing lightly, slowly swaying the two of you in motion, "-what's goin' on in 'at pretty little head of yours?"

You let out a long breath, "I've really gotta finish these dishes, Rick."

"Finish 'em," he hummed, leaning down to put a featherlight kiss on your cheek, "-I'll be right 'ere, waitin'."

You did so, conveniently way less stressed. Every time your breath picked up and your moves started to become frantic, Rick would notice and pull you closer or kiss you on the temple. All the stress would promptly vanish out of your body.

He'd always been able to do that, even when you were kids, talk you down from ledges, 'relax, it's all goin' to be okay, I promise'. It was kind of weird the way you got him now, romantic, you'd never even dreamed of this. You wouldn't let yourself.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, darlin'?"

You laughed, finishing the last dish and putting it into the strainer, "How much young Y/N would lose their mind right now. With you."

Rick snickered, something delighted in his voice, "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," you affirmed, "-They would be..."

You fell silent, even now, all you'd sacrificed, all you'd shoved down still hurt. You had Rick now, but that didn't erase the years you didn't.

"...happy," you finished, a little desolately.

Rick slowly spun you around in his grip, blue eyes searching for yours, and when they found them, smiling -it shot warmth through your chest.

"I love you."

You smiled, hands awkwardly at your side -before frowning, "My hands are all soapy."

"Why does 'at matter?" He tilted his head, grin giving no signs of disappearing.

"I want to kiss you," you explained, "-but I can't do that with-"

"Well," he laughed, moving forward -pulling one hand off your waist and sliding it up to hold your face, "-I can."

Before you could let out a word, he sealed your lips together. Rick always kissed with a little passion, you'd noticed that -so you were a bit lucky that the sink was just behind your back. Otherwise, he would've blindly pushed you into a wall -which hurt last time.

He was slow as if he was trying to treasure you, show you that he loved you. It was less desperate this time, although you were very sure he'd been wanting to kiss you for at least an hour. It was just calming, grounding; the push of his lips, solid and body sturdy against your body.

You couldn't help it then, your hands went to his shoulders, supporting yourself.

And then, he brought out his tongue.

Now, the tongue was new, a lot of trouble -you were really glad he hadn't brought it out in the closet because that would have gone much differently. A little less romantic. More fun though, probably-

He urged open your mouth without hesitation (you were very simple, what can you say), tongue twirling around your own. Still slow, still languid, as if he was carefully wanting to know every little bit of you.

You pulled yourself away, the familiar heat flushing through your body, eyes blinking open to match his. He had the most mischievous little grin there, eyes staying solid on your lips.

Your heart stuttered in your chest.

"Rick," he pushed forward with a simple press of lips, your will was weak, "-we cannot do this right now."

He pushed forward again, more power this time, slowly pulling back, "Your son is in the next room."

"I'd like 'im to see a display of healthy affection," he hummed, still a breath away.

"Don't you think he gets enough of that from Shane and Lori?"

He smiled then, twinkly, "Who says 'ere's is healthy?"

You burst into laughter, as his lips found solace on all the surfaces of his face -the bags of your eyes, the curve of your nose, the corners of your lips, and your cheeks. His grin only got brighter as you laughed -like it was the only sound he'd ever wanted to hear in the world. Or maybe like it was his favorite.

"Okay, okay," you let out a breath, pushing him backward, "-if this keeps going you're going to-"

Your eyes faltered to your hands, and the wet stains on his shirt, "Shit."

"'S no big deal, baby," he hummed, pressing forward to kiss you -simply, "-'ll just get a new one from my drawer."

Right, another new thing, the drawer. Rick stayed over a lot now, and to be fair, you had an extra room (you were going to get a roommate at one point, but that never happened) where Carl could sleep. So, it just started functioning that way. Plus, Rick had a terrible habit of just showing up at your place otherwise. It was much better than that.

The thing was, every time he came over, he brought more of him. Everywhere you looked you could see a little Rick -the boots by the door, the coat on the rack, the extra blanket on the couch, and he'd even brought over some dishes once. That one you weren't sure why.

And it was fine, good even. It's just that you hadn't talked about it. At all.

He still had his place at home, close to Bonnie and the town where you grew up. And while the town was lovely, you had moved on. You just weren't sure that Rick had moved on too.

He'd told you that after getting shot on the job and put in a coma, the department had essentially retired him -out of concern. So, he got a monthly check. He was at your apartment all the time, and yet it seemed like he couldn't get enough of it. You were a little worried about him going stir-crazy in the city on top of everything else. Would it be a good idea for him to even move here?

Selfishly, you still really wanted him to.

It was another day, Saturday to be specific, you were sitting on the couch and Rick's head lay in your lap -mindlessly, you ran your fingers through his hair. It was getting longer now, curling, and he was growing out his stubble -you'd told him frankly that you like both very much.

He had only smiled (the tips of his ears growing pink) and said promptly, "Guess I'll keep doin' it then."

You were happy that you had such an influence, because he was always handsome, but there was something special about having your very own Rick. Not the one when you were kids, not the one from his marriage with Lori, yours. With a kiss of curly hair and stubble.

"You really like the hair, don't ya?" He mumbled out, half-focused because of the rhythmic motion of your hand. It was cute, he was cute.

You hummed, happily -staring down at him, "I love your curls."

He smiled a little, cheeks dusting pink -you absentmindedly let your other hand brush against them. He kissed your fingertips when he could.

"I don't understand why you never let it grow out when we were kids," you expressed, staring at the baby curls on the top of his head, "-It's so pretty."

"'S hardly pretty," he muttered out.

You frowned, moving your hands to cup his face, ever-so-slightly, "You are very pretty, Grimes. Probably the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

Rick fell quiet, something crossing over his face.

"And if anyone else says otherwise," you moved your hand back to his hair, "-I'll beat the shit out of them."

He choked out a laugh, a big smile radiating up at you -eyes with that look again, you could indulge in it this time, though, "Would ya?"

"Well, yeah," you laughed, "-I smacked Shane, didn't I?"

He suddenly sat up, scooting close to your side and facing you -something in his eyss monstrously delighted, "You smacked Shane?"

"Shit," you gulped -trying to think back, "-did I not tell you that?"

"When?" He urged, and he was nearly jumping in place.

"At his wedding," you clarified, before frowning, "-that really doesn't sound good, does it?"

Rick laughed, roaming closer to you, "You did 'at for lil' old me?"

"He had it coming," you retorted, "-plus, me and Bonnie talked about much worse-"

"God," he said suddenly, using both of his hands to cup your face -leaning forward to connect your foreheads, "-I love you."

"I love you too," you responded, laughing a little, "-Does me slapping Shane really do it for you or?"

He laughed again, a bright twinkle, before settling back, "Just can't remember the last time someone did somethin' for me."

You frowned.

"But, of course, you did," he hummed, looking at you in sheer wonder, "-I didn't even ask ya to do 'at."

"I would hope not," you quipped, and his grin grew brighter, "-and, even from a friend's perspective, the guy deserved it. Deserved his shoes stomped too, but you didn't let me leave your side-"

Rick grinned, pressing a short kiss onto your lips, "I was kinda followin' you around like a lost puppy all night, wasn't I?"

You shook your head, letting out a breath, "It's okay though, I didn't mind."

He smiled at you, all soft and sweet.

"Plus, I asked Bonnie to do it for me-"

He laughed loud, eyes hazy onto your features for a moment. At his staring, all you could do was smile and start to laugh, fluster bubbling up your face. His eyes only shined brighter then, and before you could react, he pushed you down onto the couch -lips coming to find yours as you both burst into laughter.

And maybe it got a little feverish, and maybe it got a little rushed. And maybe he picked you up and carried you off to the bedroom without so much as a stuttered step (all hooded eyes and bright smiles).

But that was between the two of you.

A few months later, it was a weeknight -you had just tumbled through the door off your work shift. You usually got out pretty early, but today had been a rough one. You hadn't been expecting Rick, he was (last you'd known) at his place. Had to go back every month at least once for his check, and he usually stayed for a little bit. The drive wasn't long, but it was long enough to want to be avoided.

So, when you brought yourself through the door, you were expecting an empty apartment. You were exhausted, didn't even want to eat -you just wanted to sleep.

Instead, you walked in with the lights on and some shifting in the kitchen.

"Rick?" You offered, slipping off your shoes and shuffling to the kitchen.

"There ya are," he hummed, spinning around to meet you -before his eyes rested solely on you.

He faltered, dropping whatever he had in his hands gently on the counter (you weren't paying attention) -hands coming to rest on your shoulders. They smoothed there for a second, before he nudged up your chin.

"Bad day?"

"I'm exhausted," you sighed, fully leaning into his hands.

He pursed his lips for a second, moving his hand up to cup your face, "Ya eaten today?"

"This morning," you answered -honestly.

Frowning, his other hand dragged his fingertips over your arm, "'Gotta take better care of yourself, baby. You know 'at."

"Yeah, yeah," you groaned, but not making any motion to move, "-I know."

"I'm serious," he leveled with you, eyes starkly matching yours.

"I know, Rick," you responded, "-I'm just too tired-"

"Ya need to eat," he reinforced, guiding you to the bedroom gently -carefully steps to gently bring you there.

"Then why are you-"

"Sleep," he hummed, hands solidly on your shoulders -pulling aside the blankets, "-I'll bring ya some food in a minute."

"Rick," you looked at him, "-I can-"

"Shush," he pushed you forward but you didn't move, "-baby, lay down."

"Really, I can, it's late, you should sleep-"

"'At's enough," he hummed gruffly, grabbing you by the waist and lugging you over his shoulder.

"Rick!" You nearly squealed.

"Ya weren't workin' with me," he huffed out -trying to hold back a laugh, "-gotta do 'at I 'ave to."

"Okay, okay," you laughed, "-I get your point. You can put me down-"

"Too late," he pulled you forward, gently cradling your head onto the bed, "-already 'ere."

You looked at him for a moment, blue eyes the only thing lit up in the room and something in you softened.

His hand remained under your head, and he was close enough to feel his breath -you mindlessly looked at him. Hands blindly reaching for his face, you pulled him to you -one solid kiss.

As you parted, you still held him there -whispering, softly, "Thank you."

Rick smiled, you could see it in the distant dusting of lighting. Brushing your hands up along his jaw, you found his hair -threading through it for a moment. He leaned forward that time, a simple press of lips.

You smiled.

"Okay," he hummed, gruff and maybe tired, "-I've gotta go make ya some food, darlin'."

You nodded, solidly, "I love you."

"Love ya too," he smiled, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, "-sleep. I'll be 'ere in a minute."

"Okay," you hummed, as he pulled the blanket up over you -slowly sinking into the bed.

Just a few minutes.

You don't know how long you were out with a fuzzy mind and warm dreams. Sleep was always better when you were just tired.

"Hey, baby," his voice echoed out, a little sing-songy. The first thing, other than his voice, you noticed was the gentle smell wafting through the air. You instinctively sniffed, mumbling out.

He hummed, pulling you up, "'S getcha up, okay? Need to eat somethin'."

You groaned but moved with him -pushing the pillows up behind your back. Rick was shifting with you, being the one to primarily move you.

"Pick a show," he hummed, putting the plate on your nightstand and rumbling up to the other side of the bed, "-Let's eat, and then we can sleep again, 'kay?"

You sighed out a breath, rubbing at your eyes, and pulling the plate onto your lap, "You know what I wanna watch, Grimes, you put it on."

"Grumpy, aren't ya?" he huffed with a grin -mindlessly grabbing the remote, and putting on your favorite show.

You hummed, and ate.

There wasn't much said then, the silent hum of the TV and the shuffle of eating filling the air.

Eventually you ended up here, curled into Rick's side with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around you -fingers massaging your scalp. Your arms wrapped around his chest -as close as you could possibly be. He laughed at you, trying to get as close as you possibly could, but didn't object at all. You would never imagine him to. In fact, he actually pulled you closer -arm wrapped around you solidly.

"I don't know what I would've done if you weren't here," you murmured, low and just under the hum of the TV.

"Not eaten," he replied, teasingly.

You turned to face him, putting your chin on his chest -he simply moved his fingers to the other side, "Rick, I'm serious."

"I know, baby," he hummed, curling his hand behind your ear and trailing down your jaw, "-I know. 'M glad to be 'ere, 'specially wit' you."

You rolled your eyes, "You're cliché, Grimes."

"'At's the way you like it, though," he smiled, brushing his fingertips down your back, "-and I do like keepin' ya happy."

You sighed, trailing a hand up to dance around his jaw, "Ugh, why can't I just keep you here forever?"

There was a silence then, as your fingers fluttered over his skin -ending up at the nape of his neck, digging into curls.

"I could," he said finally, "-be 'ere, there's an openin' on the floor below ya, I asked."

"Rick," you laughed, "-don't be ridiculous."

His face contoured into something a little defensive, "Why is 'at ridiculous-"

"Move in with me," you breathed out.

Rick froze, breath fluttering out of his chest -blue eyes still lazily strolling along your face.

"If you're going to be in the same city for me," you argued, "-why not just be with me?"

He smiled, that dazzling sort of one that just made your heart twist in your chest -always so in love. You still couldn't wrap your head around it.

Fingers still dancing along your back, he countered, "Ya know 'at means Carl too, don't you?"

"Of course, I-" you spoke -a little in disbelief, "-Rick, I know that you and Carl are a package deal. Your kid comes first, I get that."

"Are you sure you wanna-"

"Rick," you reiterated, sitting up fully now and facing him, "-I love you, like crazy. If you think that I don't love him too, you're insane."

"Not everyone's," he paused, and you realized then he had been thinking about this a lot, "-ready for a kid-"

"Rick," you stressed -holding his face to guide to yours, "-I may not be the greatest at... at kids. But I am willing to try, for you and Carl."

His eyes scanned over you, a bit in wonder, like he really couldn't imagine you sat in front of him, asking what you were asking.

"I just-" he started, "-I wanna make sure you're sure. It's a big deal, and... I don't wanna scare ya away."

Again hung through the air for a moment.

"You're stuck with me," you readjusted your hands -cupping his face, "-I got away once but now you are stuck with me, Grimes. And Carl is a part of you. That means I'm stuck with him too, okay?"

Rick pursed his lips, like he hadn't expected this and something in your heart sunk.

"I'm sorry I ever made you feel like I wouldn't accept Carl-"

"No, you never-" he sighed big and long, eyes dropping to his lap for a moment, he sniffled, "-I just..."

You tilted his face back up to meet yours, and your eyes took in the tears settled in his eyes, you waited for him to talk. Mindlessly, your thumbs rubbed them away -patient.

"I never thought I'd get this after Lori," he cried, soft and just for you to hear, "-I always thought with Carl, people would never-"

You shifted onto his lap, straddling, pulling his head forward into your shoulder -fingers threading into his curls. Your other hand wrapped around his back, rubbing small little circles in its stead.

He cried into your skin for a moment, just tears creeping out of somewhere they had long settled. You wondered how long he'd been holding onto this.

You frowned at the thought, turning your head to kiss his jaw quickly.

"I'm sorry," you muttered out.

Rick seemed to want to move up and say something but you kept him there -gently carding through his hair with your fingers. He didn't put up much of a fight.

"I'm sorry for what she did to you," you clarified, before pulling his face back in front of you, "-really, I am."

"I'm not-"

"I know you're past it, Rick," you hummed, hand smoothing down the side of his face, "-doesn't mean you ever got what you deserved, an apology."

He opened his mouth, but you kept going.

"Just because you adapted," you presented, "-doesn't mean it can't still hurt, Rick. I know it doesn't hurt because of Lori anymore-"

He stared at you wordlessly, like he was desperately trying to listen.

"-but it's okay if it hurts for different reasons," you explained, gently rubbing your fingertips along his jaw, "-Your trust was broken by someone you loved, it's okay to be scared that it might happen again."

Rick hummed for a moment, eyes darting all over your face -like he was trying to figure out what to say. You merely waited patiently, in silence.

"I... I'm scared. Not that you'll... I trust ya, I do. It's just-"

"Rick, baby, stop," you interrupted him, meeting his eyes again, "-you don't have to explain yourself to me."

"But you-"

"Rick," you laughed a little, hands coming to rest on his shoulders -his eyes stayed squarely on you, "-you experienced something and reacted to it. I'm not taking that personally, you were hurt and now you don't want to be hurt again."

He seemed a little stunned, unsure of his own words. You took it as a motion to keep talking.

"I can tell you that I won't hurt you again, and maybe you'll believe it," you offered, "-but because someone broke that trust, there is gonna be a part of your brain that doesn't-"

His fingers brushed against your face for a moment, like he was grounding himself -listening to the words you were saying.

"-and that's not your fault or mine," you clarified, effectively shushing him, "-and we're gonna do our best to fix it, okay?"

Rick stared at you, a little in awe.

"Together," you reiterated, before adding on -less confidently, "-if you want to."

He didn't say anything.

"And," you cleared your throat, suddenly a little flustered with his sole attention and the ever-growing silence, "-you don't have to move in if you're not ready, that's a... a given."

You snapped your mouth shut, eyes dancing along his face -trying to read anything on it. All you got was wonder, and disbelief.

"Uh," you laughed, nervously, "-Rick? Are you... okay?"

He seemed to blink then, eyes clear of their haze, "Shit, sorry, I..."

His tone faltered off again, eyes dashing over you like you weren't even real; he just seemed so shaken by everything. You weren't sure exactly what to do.

"Shit, again, I-" He started, swallowing, "-I mean, yes to all of it."

"You want to move in?"

"Yeah," he repeated like it was the most obvious answer in the world, "-yeah, I want... I want it all."

You raised an eyebrow, asking for clarification.

"I want your help," he spoke, hands trailing up to properly cup your cheek, "-I need your help, I wanna be better. I wanna think... better."

You hummed, raising a hand to come up on top of his -turning and pressing a kiss to his palm, "Okay."

There was a silence then, as he looked at you and you looked at him. It was like a shift, somehow your relationship ticked -like suddenly it wasn't just love but a relationship. Intertwined lives, and goals to better each other; it felt different and you wondered if it was still the same-

"I get the baby thin' now," Rick murmured out, fingers playing with the neck of your shirt.

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to remember, "Did I call you baby?"

"Mhm," he confirmed, "-'s really... special to hear it. Feels nice."

"Wait, so," your fingers danced around his chest, "-what are you saying, baby?"

Rick grinned, something twinkling in his eye, "Really? You gonna do this now?"

"Oh, yeah, baby," you laughed.

He smiled, fingers brushing over your cheekbones -blue eyes languid over your figure, "'Sure ya wanna do 'at tonight?"

You paused, noting the exhaustion deep in your skin and the sleep-slur of his words.

"Okay," you decided, yawning and nuzzling into his chest, "-fine. Tomorrow."

Rick pulled you into his chest -brushing his fingers along your back, something telling in his voice but everything else so casual, "Whatever ya want, baby."

"Rick-"

Yep, you realized, still the exact same.

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shiningqueen · 2 years ago

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Waltz

An attempt has been made to write Law. That is all. Rating: SFW / e for everyone. Notes: Fluff, pining. Not beta-read, we die like men here. Characters: Law x gn!reader.

The music is as vibrant and lively as the crew's energy, bodies flowing and dancing in a rare moment of reprieve from sailing. Most of them are drunk and that makes their attempts to dance to any sort of rhythm hilariously bad.

You arent dancing though. You're content to watch the ensuing free entertainment provided generously by the Heart Pirates. At one point, you see Penguin try to perform a headstand and promptly fall flat on his face, to the resulting guffaws of his fellows.

"You aren't going to join them, [Name]-ya?" Law's smooth tones pull your attention away, tilting your head obligingly towards the captain.

You shrug, "Probably not, I dont recognize whatever dance they are trying to do." A bemused smile tugging at your lips as you gesture to the unsteady swaying and wiggling of the crew. "What about you? Wasn't Ikaku trying to get you to dance?"

Law huffs and shrugs a shoulder, "I dont dance." He dismisses blandly and feeling bold, leans slightly into your shoulder. You definitely do not mind the casual proximity and hum in nonverbal acceptance to his excuse.

You weren't officially part of the crew, even though Law had offered you a position, but now he was sort of grateful you hadn't accepted. You were a useful ally to have on standby, not only for your skills in battle but your intel gathering had proven exceptional. Having someone with your freedom to prowl the seas and get in and out of Navy bases without stirring trouble was invaluable.

It also meant that he didnt have to worry about letting his growing attachment to you get any more serious than a passing fancy. Sometimes though, he wondered.

The music shifted into lighter, flowier melodies and that makes the gathered pirates try to hook arms together and sway messily. You laugh as Ikaku tries to coax Shachi into slow dancing with her.

"So," you say casually, "you don't dance or you can't dance?" Peering over at Law and - had he been staring at you? - there's a twitch in his brow as he swiftly glances away. Oh, was he bashful? That was really cute to see.

"Why is it of any concern to you?" He retorts dryly but lacks any kind of irritation otherwise, shoving hands into the pockets of his jeans and jostling against your shoulder from the movement.

More laughter bubbles up and you slide your arm through his, shifting your weight to tug him along with you a few steps. He stumbles with a curse at your antics, "Come on, I can show you a few steps. I took profressional lessons back home." You coax him and are delighted he doesnt really resist, especially since you're leading him a few yards out of sight from the crew. As if you knew he didnt want anyone else to see such a thing.

"[Name]," there's an attempt to complain but Law cant find it in himself to get upset, he feels a bit too warm under the collar when you reach to take his other hand in yours. "When am I going to ever need to know this?" He sighs but does not resist whatsoever when you place his hand on your waist. Was his heart starting to race? A slight quicken in his chest but he doesnt try to pull away.

You smile winsomely at him, "Dancing can help one with swordplay, dont you know?"

"I fail to see the similarities," he deadpans to try and hide the flustered squirm in his stomach.

You weren't going to tease him for getting all red faced and twitchy; there was a lot you had noticed about Law over the past few months of being acquainted with him. The tentative way he tried to get close to you, the slight touches, how he never turned you away from late visits in his office. Finding ways to disturb his calm, collected rhythm had become something of a guilty pleasure of yours.

"Just follow my lead," you reply softly, hand on his shoulder and your other clasped with his. Slowly you tug him into the first step, "I'll count, it's just a pattern. One, two, three." You go through the motions of a waltz, repeating the count under your breath to keep him on track.

Law finds the rhythm quickly enough after a dozen missteps and muttered apologies when he accidentally steps on your foot. He wont admit it outloud but it was nice to hold you a little closer than he normally allowed, circling and circling with his eyes trained on your face. His frazzled nerves werent so easily assauged though, he didnt really know what to say in the moment and just listened to how you whispered 'one, two, three' like it was a melody all of its own.

When you unwind your hands and stretch out to do a twirl, then slowly step back towards him, Law curls his arm around you and pulls you flush to his chest. Your waltz comes to a halt, with him frozen and you watching with a tender smile on your lips. If he leaned in just a bit more, he could kiss you, if he felt daring enough.

"You learn fast," you murmur and tilt your head forward just enough to touch noses with him. "What do you think of more lessons, Law?" Oh it was a lot of fun to see him blushing just from proximity and the hushed quality of your voice.

Law collects enough of his composure to release you and step away, clearing his throat and ignoring the burning of his cheeks. "Aren't you leaving tomorrow to scout ahead?" He deflects, hands back in his pockets to try and forget the warmth of holding you. (He wont forget.)

"Whenever I loop back with the gang, I can still teach you. No pressure," you answer easily with a shrug, mentally stamping down the fluttering in your own stomach. "I should probably head off to bed, gotta leave early and all that." The moment had passed and you knew better than to stick around and make things awkward.

Too many words stick themselves in Law's throat as you turn to walk away; how often you leave him speechless could be made into a damn bingo card. And you'd win that bingo over and over too.

"[Name]-ya," he manages to unstick his tongue, "I'll uh, think about it. Have a goodnight."

You glance back and salute him playfully, "Aye sir, goodnight."

#|lumi's tidbits|#|mine|#one piece scenario #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law x reader #one piece fanfiction #fluff

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honeysuckleharringtons · 2 years ago

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"Black Cats Need Candy Too" ~ E. Munson

Summary: In which You and Eddie are greeted by one last surprise trick-or-treater at the end of the night.

Pairing: Musician!Eddie Munson x GN!Reader (Reader does dress as Lydia Deetz for Halloween)

Word Count: 655

Content Warning: literally nothing that i can think of, she's nothing but pure fluff

Extra Notes: though she be short, she still be very cute and i'm lowkey in love with this fic

Originally Written: 10/26/2023

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halloweek masterlist can be found here!

You did a big stretch, standing from your spot on the couch. Your once pristine red dress was now wrinkly from a night of running back and forth to give out candy to all the passing trick-or-treaters.

"You think there will be any more?" you asked as you reached Eddie, arms wrapping around his middle. Your head rested against his shoulder, taking in the scent of his cologne.

He turned around and faced you, giving you a small peck on the forehead. "You head on to bed. I'll be up in a few minutes, yeah?" he spoke softly.

Your lips met for a small kiss before you stepped away in the direction of the bedroom. "Good night, Beetlejuice."

Eddie chuckled, flashing a tired smile in your direction. "G'night, Lyd-"

A faint scratching noise sounded against the door, effectively interrupting his words. Your brows furrowed as it sounded a second time, Eddie shrugging his shoulders in confusion as he opened the door to assess the noise.

The gentle mews of a black cat chimed through the door as it ran inside your home, immediately running over to meet you. Soft fur rubbed against your legs as it purred, your heart swelling at the sight. "Nice costume," you giggled, bending down to pet the cat.

"I suppose black cats need candy too this Halloween," Eddie chuckled, walking over to you.

You picked up the cat and held it close to your chest, scratching under its chin and gaining you a content purr. A dream of yours had always been to own a cat, but you'd never had the space for one or the time you needed to nurture it properly. Now that Eddie's music career had started to take off, you had a bigger house and more time on your hands. You reckoned this might have been a sign, and your heart swooned at the thought of keeping the little guy.

However, before you could think too much on the idea, you noticed its collar, subsequently shutting down your dream of keeping the cat. "He has a collar," you said, trying to say it as a fact. Still, the words came out clearly saddened, your previous smile quickly turning into a frown.

Eddie must've noticed your sadness, taking the cat from your arms. "I'm sorry, honey. Why don't you head up to bed? I'll call the owner and drop him off. He couldn't have gone too far from home."

Your lips met his for a small kiss, his touch bringing you the smallest sense of comfort in your melancholy. "Good night, honey," you smiled at Eddie. Your finger reached for the cat's chin once again, giving it one last scratch. "Good night to you too. Even if I can't keep you."

You were barely halfway down the hall before Eddie was calling your name. Confusion took over as you promptly turned around and headed back to the living room where he stood with the cat still in his arms.

"Baby, listen to this. 'My name is Ghost. I am not lost, but I am in need of a home,'" he read off the cat's collar tag. "Maybe you can keep him after all."

He swore your eyes went heart-shaped as you ran back over, taking the bundle of black from his arms and holding him close to your chest. "Are you serious? Can I keep him?"

Eddie met you with a gentle smile, leaving a soft peck on your forehead once again. "I think it would do you some good to have a buddy when I'm not here. Someone to keep you company while I'm at the studio."

An excited smile flashed across your lips as you leaned up, giving the man a grateful kiss. "Thank you. You're seriously the love of my life."

He snickered, giving you one last kiss. "Good to know. Now come on, let's get you and our little trick-or-treater up to bed."

Happy Halloweek Finale, my loves! 🥹

As previously stated, I totally meant to have this up sooner, but life kicked my butt the past few days and it took me so long to get a chance to edit these last few fics for you guys.

I really hope you guys have enjoyed this week as much as I did! I had so much fun writing all these fics for y'all and getting to celebrate the holiday with you guys. If all goes according to plan, I'm hoping to do something similar to this near Christmas as well so stay tuned for that!

I hope you all had a very happy Halloween and a wonderful Halloweek! Thank you all so much for the love on these fics 🥰

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-died-inside @awkotaco24 @princesseddie @aftermidnightwriting @manuosorioh @hereiamhereigo @esoltis280

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years ago

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Yuu is Loopy and Doesn't Recognize Them

Based of this meme I saw and I couldn't get it out of my head

GN. Yuu isn’t drunk but is loopy on potions/meds. A bit Suggestive??? Leona calls you Scavenger/Pillow Enjoy

Riddle

Riddle swore that when he sees Ace again, it will be off with his head. The brain dead idiot is responsible for landing you in the nurse's office. Thankfully, according to Professor Crewel, you will be okay and were ready to go back to Ramshackle.

Being the responsible boyfriend he is, he made sure to take your arm and guide you through the mirror to Ramshackle and into the creaky dorm. You were obviously still a bit out of it as you stumbled through the hall and didn’t appear to hear anything he said. As he approached the stairs, wondering how he would get you into your room did you speak.

“Where are we going?” You slurred rubbing your temples with your fingers. “To your room,” Riddle answered. “Rose, can you hear me now?” Riddle asked, voice tinged with worry. “Why are we going…” you paused trying to formulate words, “…to some room?” Riddle raised a brow and spoke slowly, relaxing his grip on your arm as he did so. “You need to get some rest, don’t worry I’ll make sure you sleep well, okay?"

To his confusion, you suddenly pulled away from him and stumbled back a little. “Ah, Rose what are you—“ “Sorry you seem really nice and all but I have a boyfriend.” “Huh?!” Stumbling backward away from Riddle you practically fell onto the couch behind you. “Sorry I’m not gonna sleep with anyone, I have a boyfriend…” You slurred again, making Riddle stiffen before going pink and letting out a chuckle.

“Rose, I am your—“ “Goodnight” You whispered before promptly passing out on the couch. Riddle just stood there for a moment stupified, before softly chuckling to himself. You really did love him, huh?

Leona

“What's wrong with you?” Leona asked upon seeing Ruggie drag his seemingly blitzed-out partner behind them into his room. “I dunno what happened but Professor Crewel said to let them rest,” Ruggie responded. “So you brought them to me?” Ruggie’s face fell, he knew damn well if he were the one to take you home that Leona would have complained. “Well, they’re your problem now shishishi! Good luck”

Letting out a yawn, Leona looked over to where you stood wobbling. “Come here, Pillow.” The lion leaned up and pulled you toward the bed. You weakly tried to pull your hand away. “Eh? What gives?” Leona’s ears twitch as you stumble back. “My boyfriend will get upset if he sees you holding my hand. “Oh yeah?” The lion smirked.

“Yeah, and I’m not a cheater either so leave me alone.” You mutter, eyes fluttering as you fight off sleep. Leona pulls you closer to him easily. “I am your boyfriend.” The shocked expression that arises on your face is one he will never forget. “No way that's awesome!”

“Yeah yeah, get to bed, scavenger.” He smirks, pulling you into his arms. As you fade into unconsciousness, he watches over you. Just how did he get so lucky?

Azul

Azul didn’t know who he should be mad at: Jade for feeding you some mysterious mushroom concoction that he sure would have no side effects or you for actually agreeing to test out Jade’s new drink. Regardless you are now in the VIP room of Mostro Lounge as Azul goes through some of the potions he has on hand.

Sitting on the VIP couch you watched as Azul kneeled beside you. The mer fussed over you as you seemingly stared through him. Despite his lips moving you couldn’t hear anything he said. “Um, Angelfish are you alright?” Azul asks nervously as your eyes bore a hole through him.

“You kinda look like… my boyfriend…” you slur. If he wasn’t worried sick, he would have actually found the situation humorous, dumbfounded he responded. “Well, what does he look like?” “He’s so beautiful, man.” You sigh.

Azul feels his cheeks heat up as he uncorks a curing potion, wondering how he’s going to get you to drink it. “Like… I love him so much… He’s so pretty and soft and I wanna hold him…” “… Come now love, try and drink this and then rest…” The mer stutters and holds the bottle to your lips. Thankfully, you downed it pretty easily and promptly fell asleep muttering about how much you loved your boyfriend the whole time. Azul’s face was several shades of blue.

Jamil

Vil ended up poisoning you pretty badly during his overblot, and Jamil has been worried sick, to say the least as he sits beside your bed in the nurse's office, impatiently waiting for you to wake up. As you begin to stir, all of Jamil’s attention snaps to you.

“Yuu?” He calls out, giving you a few moments to stir and wake up. You blink tiredly at him before sitting up and looking around. Jamil wanted to crush you into a hug and ask if you were alright but knew that it may overwhelm you.

“Are you alright?” He asks, taking your hands into his as the heart monitor continues to beep. You blink owlishly and look at your hands. “I have a boyfriend.” You say after a while. Jamil didn’t know if he should be annoyed or amused, but it did flatter him to know how loyal you are to him.

A mischievous glint appears in his eye. “I am your boyfriend.” Your eyes widen as the heart monitor picks up, beeping loudly as you smile. “I love you…” You slur, trying to lean into your lover's touch.

Vil

After a certain Shroud’s overblot, you were left hospitalized in a coma for a week. Vil was worried sick and visited you as much as he could, if he couldn't be there, Rook would watch over you for him. When he saw a text notification for Rook saying you were awake, he went to visit you immediately.

Rook didn’t have time to warn Vil about your condition as he walked in and immediately held your face, looking deep into your eyes before hugging you, body shaking as he held onto you. “You’re awake…” He says after a long pause.

You pull away from Vil, and the blond gets ready to scold you for your reckless behavior until he notices your expression. "I have… a boyfriend named Vil… sorry…" you babble before passing out again. Vil would make sure to scold you later

Idia

He was confused when he saw Ortho holding your hand and guiding you to his room. He didn't know how to explain it, but as he watched you through the camera feed something about your movements felt… off

Once Ortho dragged you into his room did he figure out what was wrong? "It's the side effect of their medication," Ortho said after explaining how you ended up in the nurse's room— why did they even discharge you in this state??

Idia groaned and started to clean off his bed to make room for you, before getting up and helping Ortho to guide you over to his bed. "Come on Yuu-shi the sooner you sleep the better." You didn't budge. Instead, you stared through him. Idia stared back awkwardly.

"You seem nice but I already have a boyfriend and I love him." Idia's hair flushed pink. "Eh? What did you say?" "I love my boyfriend and only him so I can't sleep with you…"

You instead sit down slowly and lay on the floor, immediately falling asleep much to Ortho's confusion and Idia's embarrassment.

Malleus

"Oh dear, what happened to you?" Malleus asked as you stumbled up the path to Ramshackle. It was supposed to be your nightly walk together but you didn't look so good.

You didn't respond as you allowed Malleus to help guide you into Ramshackle and onto the couch. After a moment Malleus asks again, "Mind telling me what happened to you?"

"No worries, I happen to have a recovery spell I can use…" Malleus hums, preparing a spell. "You sound like my boyfriend…" Malleus chuckles. "Is that so Child of Man?" You lazily nod. "He's my most favorite person in the entire world…" you yawn, and Malleus can only admire you, lovestruck.

"I don't think Jade made me the right tea…" you mutter as you lay down. Malleus makes sure to note that he would have to pay a visit to Jade later as he frets over you.

#not requests #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

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lovelymel · 2 years ago

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❛ 𝓑urning 𝓛ove ❜

yj!kid flash x gn!reader

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a/n :: your honor i love him i love wally west

warnings :: none i think

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“what are you listening to?”

wally’s words were teasing as he passed by your room in mount justice. you kept your door open as this time of day was often filled with crime. an alarm was sure to sound any minute.

“it’s elvis! why?” you raised a brow.

“elvis? you listen to elvis?” wally laughed.

you grinned, “i do. what’s wrong with elvis?”

“nothing’s wrong with elvis,” he laughed, “grandma.”

by now, wally was sitting on your bed, just relaxing with you until a bank robbery or something like that happened. he held a comic book in his hand, fixed on the sound of your voice and the panels of zombies.

“i am not a grandma.” you frowned, tossing a pillow at his face.

unfortunately, he caught it and placed it under his head, sinking down and continuing to read his comic. “you’re the one listening to elvis, babe.”

babe. he called you that all the time, but artemis and m’gann said he called any attractive person that. still, it made you heat up. you liked being called babe, but you kept this to yourself.

you ignored the nickname, “okay, fine, what do you listen to then?”

he sat his comic book down and brought in his speaker into the room, taking him only two seconds. “led zeppelin, van halen, guns n’ roses. pick one.”

“play a zeppelin song when elvis is done.” you smiled.

soon enough, a guitar wailed. it was a popular song. you looked back at him as he air guitar-ed like jimmy page.

you tossed yet another pillow at wally, causing him to knock over on the bed a little this time, “good pick. is whole lotta love your favorite or something?”

“yep. best led zeppelin song. the only thing that beats it is the whole lotta love i have for you.”

“oh really?” you fluttered your eyes.

“i can’t tell if you’re joking,” wally let out an awkward chuckle.

“i can’t ever tell if you’re joking,” you said.

he scooted closer to you, his jaw agape. he got up and paused the music, looking at you with his full attention. “are you serious?”

“about what?”

“the joking thing,” he said, “because i thought i was making it obvious that i have a thing for you.”

“are you sure?”

he nodded, “i’m positive. ever since i saw you for the first time kicking icicle jr’s butt i knew i liked you.”

“well, maybe i like you too.” you said, patting the bed for him to sit down next to you.

he was promptly by your side, music playing softer this time around.

“would you wanna go on a date with me later? sometime? maybe?” he asked.

feeling a new wave of courage, you planted a kiss on his cheek, “of course.”

both of you two began to lean in closer. wally moved his hand to your chin, lifting your face to meet his. before your lips connected, the alarm finally blared throughout the mountain.

“we’re so finishing that after the mission.”

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alucarddear · 3 years ago

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Hi can i get an alucard x gn reader that asks him to turn her into a vampire because she knows about what happened to his mother and doesn't want him to be alone again (if dhampirs can even turn humans)

Sol

Adrian's human lover asks him to turn them into a vampire.

Note: Gender-neutral [they/them] as requested. I thought to write s/o as almost the personification of the sun, and it's something they'd have to give up to be a creature of the night with Adrian forever. Sol = sun Helios = sun god Selene = moon goddess

Adrian is a good few decades older than his human lover, yet he physically remains just as he was in his 20s, as he will for the rest of his life.

The same cannot be said for them, however. As time goes by, they will wither and die much like all the regular inhabitants of this world. Only, once they go, they can never come back. Not in the same form, but as one with the earth. Not one that could truly embrace their lover.

Adrian once told them that when humans pass and their souls leave and they are burnt or buried, their bodies return to the earth whence they came, though not as what they once were, but rather... the air the remnants would breathe, the nutrients of the willow tree just outside of the castle, perhaps the energy that powers the sun or the wind that lulls the sea.

What a sordid thought. He'd said it with an air of certainty yet with such melancholy. Is that how it feels to live forever? When everyone is meant to leave you, do those thoughts bring comfort? Did he expect the same end for them?

They wonder, would their dhampir come to appreciate them as the decaying matter in the ground he'd walk on? Would it ease his mind to know they might've gone but they never truly left? No, it wouldn't be enough. Not to them. They didn't want to become mere memories to haunt him forever like his mother did.

How can they continue to bring light and love into Adrian's life without a physical form? A lonely soul like his that was born in cold and rain deserves sunshine. So for him, they would give up the daylight, be shrouded in the dark. They never want to leave him. Everybody else already had. They would be the one who stayed.

So they ask him, one day, as they sit in the grass under the clouds that blanketed the sun.

"Adrian, would you turn me if I asked?"

The question rattles him, has him promptly shutting the book in his hands, page forgotten.

"My love," he says with alarm, grasping their hands in his, yet something in his eyes seemed almost hopeful. "This is... You—you do know that..." he stammers, unable to find the right words.

Even his mother hadn't gone there. To throw away your humanity, he wants to say, that's... To live forever as everything and everyone around you dies in front of your eyes. To live forever until you're sick of it... It is eternal death of the soul. But all he could utter is an incredulous "Why?"

They understood his concern, but his entirely unselfish reaction had strengthened their resolve even more.

"Because of you, my love," they whispered. "I could never leave you. With you, for you, I would live forever. I would watch the world burn. We could disappear with it all one day, I don't care, as long as we are together." For eternity.

He asks if they're sure. Unlike dhampirs like Adrian, becoming a full-fledged vampire meant they could never again be in the sun, so they take a moment to bask in it now, turning their face up into the sky and closing their eyes—Helios giving way to Selene—when next they open them, they gather their resolve and offer him a firm and resounding "Yes, I am sure."

They watch tears pool in Adrian's eyes, the way the corners of his lips twitch in his effort to contain his smile, the way he finally lets it spread across his face as he lets out a laugh that sounds more like a sob, the crinkling of his eyes matching the blissful leaping of his heart. He is beautiful.

It's quite a sight to behold forever.

#maybe a bit hozier inspired #alucarddear writes #alucarddear requests #alucarddear: sol #adrian tepes #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #alucard #alucard fanfic #alucard x reader #queerest-monster-luver

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betbeton · 3 years ago

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✃ Do Not Collect €200!

Various TR Men Odd Habits

Mildly Suggestive

18+ Below Cut

·GN Reader·

·A/N - i am probably the only one here that low key simps for shion 🤢·

HQ Version

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Sano 'Mikey' Manjiro

Always has his toes out no matter the weather

It was below freezing and there stood your partner clad in a fluffy winter coat, pilfered from your closet, and soft fluffy pyjama pants. It would be quite a cute fit for running to the convince store in the middle of the night if his fit wasn't topped off with sandals, normally you wouldn't complain after all it is his body to clothe who are you to intervene.

Alas though it does become your problem when he inevitably begins complaining about the snow coating the ground up to his ankles. With an exaggerated sigh you stooped down when his complaining reached the point you worried he would catch the attention of anyone passing by on their way home, hands cupping as you motioned to your back a silent signal for him to jump up.

Even if his insistence on being a mild hazard to his health grated on your last nerve you wouldn't trade the happy little grin that lit up his face when you offered him a piggyback ride for the world. That smile was something that kept you going on gloomy days and set your heart ablaze when you were irritated after an argument. It was also the reason you were carrying Mikey and the plethora of snacks he purchased back home at almost midnight, all to see that little grin tug at his usually stoic face.

⪧ Shion Madarame

Latches onto your neck like a leech in public if he is ignored for any length of time

You had turned your back to him for five seconds to order ice cream for him. You should have carded a hand through his hair to appease him before you did it maybe then you could have avoided the horrified gasp of the poor cashier when this wild eyed delinquent cupped the front of your neck and latched onto your spine with his teeth like he was trying to rip it from your body. As aggressive as his snarl he let out while biting you seemed he really wasn't doing it all that hard, but he did have a reputation to keep up so there he was holding you by your neck with his large hand and teeth while you stood with a blank expression on your face. The cashier looked close to calling the authorities when you piped up asking if you could order all while the blonde was still attached to you. With a wobbly nod they took your order and scooped it up before handing you the cone, which you promptly held out to the side making a noise like you were calling a cat. As comical as it was to you, you could see how crazy the cashier and fellow customers thought you were and you didn't blame them.

Though if you genuinely cared about their stares you wouldn't be dating someone as wild and uncaring as Shion. And the wide open mouth grin that split his face as he unlatched from your now spit covered neck to grasp the cone, leaning in to pepper kisses across your cheek as thanks, was something you would gladly knock heads over if anyone voiced how odd his actions were.

⪧ Haitani Ran

Humps you if you bend over, he finds it hilarious

How you had forgotten your partner's habit was baffling considering he does it almost unconsciously at this point, but sadly for everyone at your dinner party you had forgotten. You had been on autopilot when Takeomi and Mocchi had asked for an ashtray, bending at the waist to grab it from its hiding spot under the kitchen sink right as Ran had passed by you to grab a bottle of booze. The memory of his habit flashed through your mind the moment his large hand curled around your hips giving them a squeeze before he let one harsh thrust bash his pelvis into your ass. The impact was boarder line painful, and almost sure to leave even a mild bruise on one or both of you. After the dull smack of his body against your own had sounded through your now deathly silent apartment you stood abruptly ready to whack him with the ashtray now firmly held in your hands only to be stopped by Rindou letting out an annoyed groan before speaking.

"Can't you wait to be nasty until we leave?"

That only tugged a cackle from Ran as he threatened to do it again only to be bopped over the head by your fist.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #ran haitani #mikey tokyo revengers #manjiro sano #shion madarame #ran x reader #mikey x reader #shion x reader

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navstuffs · 3 years ago

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Everything he wanted

Pairings: Steve Rogers x GN!Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Warnings: post Infinity war, ANGST, fluff with angst ending, doesn't end well for reader, sorta songfic, some usage of y/n

Summary: Steve finally gets everything he wanted.

Author's note: ready for some pain? the idea of this fanfic got loosely tied to the song "Everything I wanted", by Billie Eilish.

"I had a dream

I got everything I wanted"

It was Steve's idea to celebrate your birthday dinner at your new house. It was going to be the first party since you two moved in. Now that Captain America was retired, thank you very much, he had a lot of free time on his hands. And he discovered his passion for cooking. He had been preparing your favorite meal that night, one that he passed the whole month before testing to make it tastier - Sam and Bucky were his test subjects.

Before retiring, Steve didn't have almost any time for old hobbies or even finding new ones. He was surrounded by death and danger, brought back from the past to a time he didn't know anyone, even himself sometimes. It was a miracle he found you in the middle of that mess and gave love a new chance. Steve was creating a new chapter for both of you, free of stress and risks.

He knew how much you had suffered with all deaths, especially Natasha and Tony. You were tempted on inviting Bucky, Sam, and Sarah to your birthday but you didn't want to bother since they had a busy lifestyle. Steve let his hand go to his pocket, holding the small box as a reminder of what he was going to do tonight. The doorbell rang breaking his thoughts.

"Finally! Coming!" Steve yelled, walking to the front door. He had told Bucky to be there a little earlier but Bucky was too late for his comfort.

When Steve opened the door, he was suddenly attacked by two pairs of small hands, half-hugging, half-trying to take him down.

"Get him, boys!" Bucky Barnes cheered, a smug grin on his face. Cass Wilson and AJ Wilson attacked Steve since Bucky had the most important item of that night on his hands. It had been weeks since Steve gave him the biggest task of the night: picking up your birthday cake.

"Oh come on, Barnes, making my nephews do your dirty work?!" Sam Wilson exclaimed behind Bucky, a playful tone in his voice.

Steve smiled, grabbing the kids by their hips and lifting them up with no difficulty. AJ and Cass didn't seem to mind, giggling even louder, their legs shaking.

"Okay, boys, we are going to have a lot of time for this later!" Sarah Wilson commented when she got closer to them and Steve put the kids down, with protest coming from them "(Y/N) will be here in less than thirty minutes and we still have to put the decorations up!"

"You are late, Bucky." Steve simply stated before pulling his friend into a half hug. Bucky was careful enough to keep your cake out of damage.

"Sorry? Cake store was a busy. The boys wanted to test their hug on (Y/N) later and I am carrying the cake, so the boys decided on you." Bucky winked at the kids. He walked into the house, carrying the cake cautiously to the kitchen, followed closely by AJ and Cass.

Steve turned his attention to Sam and Sarah, both carrying bags. He promptly took the bags out of Sarah's hands, apologizing.

"It is alright. How is dinner going? Too hard? Want me to take a look?" Sarah gave him a fast hug.

"I have been using Bucky and Sam as my lab rats so, we all know I need your opinion" Sarah smiled, satisfied, following her kids and Bucky's path.

"Uuuuh, I have found the wine, Steve!" Steve heard Bucky exclaim happily from the kitchen.

It was just him and Sam now. Sam was carrying the bags that had the rest of your gifts. He looked exhausted but happy to be there.

"Are you alright, Sam?"

"Yeah. Excited for the night off!"

Steve couldn't help but feel bad for Sam. And happy. Since he had retired, Sam assumed the Captain America mantle and shield. He knew since the beginning Sam was the correct choice and everything he would see on the TV, or hear on the radio just confirmed his choice. Steve trusted Sam Wilson with his legacy.

One of the reasons Steve could sleep easy at night. The other being you, of course.

Steve and Sam walked inside the house, organizing the gifts on top of Steve's center table.

"Thank you for being here, Sam. I can't imagine what you pulled through to be here."

"I am sure you can" Sam laughed. Truly, Sam needed a night off. Away from all responsibilities, have some fun with his friends, get a bit drunk "(Y/N) is my friend too, by the way. Anyway, how is retirement? Putting on your comfortable slippers and reading the journal the whole morning, feet up? Then napping? End of the day: complaining about the news, going to sleep at 9 pm?"

Steve shook his head, laughing. They could hear Sarah and Bucky talking in the kitchen.

"You forgot sleeping during the news and complaining about them at the same time" Steve joked making Sam burst a loud laugh.

"Something more happening tonight that I should know?" Steve jerked his head back to Sam and simply blinked. "Come on, Steve. You told me if you were going to do it, you would do it when time was right."

"You will see when the time gets there," Steve responded mysteriously, walking back to the kitchen. Sarah was having a glass of wine with Bucky, watching the kids play in the backyard.

"Steve, the food is delicious! My brother and Bucky served for something, I guess."

"Hey, I brought the cake! Which, by the way, it is (Y/N)'s favorite bakery and flavor."

"Thanks, Bucky. And thank you, Sarah."

Twenty minutes passed until your arrival. Steve kept pacing back and forth impatiently, keeping his eyes on his phone for your messages. Everything was ready, and everyone had their birthday hats on, AJ and Cass with blowouts. The kids, Bucky and Sam filled up some balloons for decoration and put up a simple happy birthday sign. It wasn't exactly a surprise birthday party, but it was more than you knew.

"I see (Y/N)'s car!" Cass exclaimed from the window and everyone assumed their position near the front door, with Bucky turning off the lights.

"Surprise!" Everyone screamed when you opened the door. For a second, you froze, looking at them stunned. AJ and Cass ran in your direction, hugging your sides tightly.

"What, how?" You barely hugged the boys back, still looking shocked at your friends there.

"Surprise! Happy birthday!" Bucky responded, pulling you into a tight hug.

Next was Sam. You were trying really hard to not cry while Sam hugged you, wishing you a happy birthday. You felt some tears drop while you hugged Sarah. It had been a couple of rough last years for you - especially after Natasha's death. After Steve and you retired and moved in together, it took a while until things got okay and you could lead your life normally. You wanted them at your party, but Sam and Bucky were busy with their superhero lifestyle and Sarah was occupied with her life and her kidd, so you didn't call to bother them about it. Steve was the one that called and invited them to surprise you.

"Hey, we are here, okay? Wouldn't miss this for anything in the world!" Sarah murmured, hugging you and kissing your cheek. She cleaned your tears and you felt a strong hug on both your sides. AJ and Cass again. You kneeled down to their level.

"There is cake, there are tons of gifts from us as well!" Cass told you, excited. You finally hugged them properly.

"I am sure they will be my favorite gifts!"

You got up and turned to Steve and felt his arms close around you. You lost your parents before joining the Avengers, and being alone for so long it was hard to bond with anyone. With time passing, your relationship with Steve changed from respectful to friendship to love. You had gone through so much together, it was hard seeing yourself without each other.

After Thanos, for a moment, you thought Steve was going to leave you. But he didn't.

After so many losses, it was nice knowing Steve chose you.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Steve. I love you." You whispered, your voice cracking down.

Steve didn't answer, placing a single kiss on the top of your head. He couldn't wait to ask your hand in marriage later that night.

"Not what you'd think

And if I'm being honest

It might've been a nightmare"

-x-

"I had a dream

I got everything I wanted

But when I wake up, I see

You with me"

Steve wakes up, feeling disoriented at first. He doesn't really know where he is. He gasps for some air and tries to get up but he is stopped by a pair of hands placed on his chest.

"Steve?" A woman's worried voice he knows very well. Peggy. "Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?"

Steve doesn't answer, letting himself be dragged back to the bed. Peggy is holding his face, scanning his expressions. She looks worried - like it had happened before.

"I had a dream."

"What kind? Bad? Good?"

"I don't know."

Peggy doesn't answer, holding Steve in her arms, wanting to make sure he will calm down. Since he came back from the future, Steve's nights had been rough. She knows it had to be something from the time he passed in the future. Steve didn't share everything that happened yet but Peggy was patient, she could wait. She wasn't going to pressure him, she was just happy with his return.

"We will be alright, Steve. We are together now, we will be okay" Peggy whispers against his hair, still holding him closely.

Steve doesn't say anything. He remembers now he has come back for her because that is what he wanted, right? Since the beginning. Steve made the conscious choice of not telling anyone, not even you since Steve knew he would break your heart no matter what. Leaving without saying anything was the best choice.

Steve's dreams had started a little after he came back. He would have glimpses of the life he could have had with you - a child, a dog, getting old together. And it hurt. More than he admitted to himself.

Steve had made a choice and he needed to live with it now.

"If I knew it all then, would I do it again?

Would I do it again?"

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cutiepisenpai · 3 years ago

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Kyojuro Rengoku X GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Rengoku had been sent an urgent request to help out with a younger slayer’s mission. He is running through the trees following his crows directions, when he comes upon a clearing. In the clearing he sees you battling a large and fearsome demon but you don't appear to need his help. He stands back hand on the hilt of his sword prepared to step in at any moment. He watches as you move gracefully, slashing the demon quickly, slicing limbs with relative ease. Kyojuro finds your fighting to be quite beautiful, almost like watching a dance. And then he sees you behead the demon.

"Ah! That was quite exquisite!" He exclaims.

You turn to face him and then he sees such a beautiful color in your eyes, he is mesmerized.

"Oh, flame pillar. What are you doing here?" You ask.

"I came to aid you but when I arrived I saw that you were not in need of my help."

"Well I'm sorry that your time was wasted."

"My time was not wasted at all. I will walk you back to town. Come along."

You didn't need an escort back but felt that since he had come all this way for nothing you should accept his company. The walk back is nice but a little too quiet. You were nervous being near the hashira and he was for the first time at a loss for words.

It was a few weeks before you met again. Kyojuro was heading out on a mission when he saw you walking up a path towards him.

"Y/N!" He yells waving at you in the distance. "Pleasure to see you again."

"Oh hello again Mr. Rengoku." Are you heading out on a mission?"

"Yes! There are rumors of a possible lower moon in the area. So I am going to investigate."

"Well I would wish you luck but I am most certain that you don't need it."

"Thank you so much for your kind words. I do appreciate them." He says, with his signature smile.

"Well I don't want to keep you. I need to report back about my last assignment…" you say, attempting to leave before being promptly stopped.

"Perhaps if we can find the time I would enjoy your company for dinner. There are a variety of shops we can go to. I have been to many of them before, I'm sure you will enjoy it."

Rengoku goes from inviting you to eat with him to talking about his favorite foods. He brings up his younger brother and tells you all about him. He happily chats on and on not noticing the increasing amount of time passing by.

"Um.. Mr Rengoku.." You interrupt him.

"Yes!"

"Sorry but weren't you heading out for a mission."

"Oh yes! I suppose I lost myself while speaking to you. I should be off now!"

And with a quick wave he turns and heads back on the path.

After that day Kyojuro writes to you every chance he gets. With his hashira duties and your being sent on back to back missions you hadn't gotten the chance to see each other again since that day.

Kyojuro called himself lucky when he got assigned a mission alongside you. And he wanted to make the most of this opportunity. While you're traveling to your destination he asks you question after question wanting to learn more about you. Finishing off the demon was easy work for the two of you. And to celebrate Kyojuro suggested going to a Ramen shop, his treat of course. Unbeknownst to the both of you, while you happily eat and chat Mitsuri saw you, but decided she would talk to Rengoku about it later.

When Rengoku and Mitsuri see each other again it is during a training session. Mitsuri goes along with his intense training regime because he is her previous mentor plus being able to eat as much as she wants afterward.

"So I saw you a few weeks ago with Y/N. I didn't know you two were so close." Mitsuri inquires.

"Ah yes I met them a bit ago. They have excellent swordsman skills and there breathing style is just breathtaking. "

"Wow that's amazing I didn't know you two were a couple. I'm so happy for you." She happily bellows.

"We are not a couple although I love their smiles so much and those eyes. Those are simply the prettiest eyes there are? And oh that cute spark on it when they're excited about something and it's like a little star that twinkles…." Kyojuro trails off realizing how deep he is in.

"I think you should tell them just how much you love them." Mitsuri suggests before they get back to training.

Kyojuro is nervous, more nervous than he has ever been waiting for Y/N to show up. He shifts from foot to foot when he hears a familiar voice in the distance. He looks up and sees them happily waving and rushing towards him.

"Hey, Rengoku."

Kyojuro can feel his heart rate increase as he questions if he should be going through with this at all.

"Hello Y/N."

"So what was with the urgency in your message?"

"Ah yes, well I needed to speak with you … I wanted to tell you or rather ask you something."

They smile patiently waiting for him to continue.

"I wish to court you, Y/N." There is a moment of silence between them and then he sees that smile he loves.

"I would like that, very much so."

#kny kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x y/n #kimetsu kyojuro #rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku fluff #rengoku kyojuro x reader

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cabinofimagines · 3 years ago

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The Haunting of Camp-Halfblood, part four; epilogue

An epilogue to my first official SFU mini-series on this blog! Who knows, might the a start or might be the last I sure don’t know * stares at piles of WIPs * thanks to my ex for proofreading everything!

Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x reader, Will Solace x Gn!Reader x Nico di Angelo Request: this time my ex went “time for nap, love it. yes we do need an epilogue” Warnings: None? I think, fluff, my plushie make cameos (thanks to my ex) Word Count: 1.2k

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-Asnyox

It had been a week or so since all the ghosts were eradicated. After you passed out Will had with the help of Chiron moved everyone who was not previously possessed to their respective cabins. The people who were possessed had been put in the infirmary, together with Nico and you. After this, Will promptly fell asleep on a chair in the infirmary.

You wished you could say that it was the end of the story- the ghosts were gone, and everyone was fine. Most of the possessed did not have any repercussions from their possession- although Paolo and Alabaster both had stable duty for the month for setting the ghosts free and Harley’s motaur plans got busted when Will told Nyssa.

However, every so often you had cold shivers down your spine. Some days you felt the hands of the ghosts on you- holding your arms. Your dreams were haunted by their empty eyes, their cold breaths, and the incorporeal shapes. You wanted to just sleep, but when you closed your eyes to blink you saw flashes of the ghosts. Some nights you woke up staring at yourself in the mirror- except, you didn’t remember getting there. Was the ghost still moving your body? Were you maybe still possessed?

You had tried to get over it- maybe it was just left-over adrenaline or something. However, as the week progressed you got more and more tired, and you could no longer shake the feeling that something more was up. You did not want to alarm the entire camp, much less your boyfriends, so you figured the safest bet was to approach Nico alone. He was the only one who could help you if you were right about your fears.

You figured you could seek Nico out after dinner, hopefully before Will sought both of you out. It was not that you did not want to see Will, but he would worry much more and you felt you just needed Nico for this. Of course if you were still possessed you would inform Will, but for now you wanted to keep it on the down low. You still weren’t sure how you were going to avoid Will to speak to Nico alone, given that after dinner the three of you would always meet up.However, before you could come up with a strategy an opportunity presented itself about halfway through your infirmary shift.

“You need rest, and I am not taking no for an answer,” Will cupped your cheek as he scolded you. You leaned into the warmth of his hand, closing your eyes for a second.

“Alright,” you whispered.

“Don’t be stub- wait,” Will furrowed his eyebrows, “you just agree?” realization flashed over his face, and he quickly pulled you into a hug, burying his nose in your neck.

“Please take care of yourself. You know you can tell us if something is bothering you,” Will whispered in your ear. He pressed a kiss on your neck and moved away. Your soft smile made his brain pause for a second, as he felt his heart beating fast. He had been worried, you seemed constantly tired and on edge since the haunting. You normally would object at least once when he tried to take over your shift, so for you to just agree made him worried. Will took a step back.

“Can you spend the day with Nico? If you are feeling up for it, I know he misses you.” Will asked and you nodded.

“I will look for him and,” you quickly looked around seeing no one, before you pressed a kiss on Will’s lips, “thank you for looking out for me Will.” Will smiled, his brain still catching up to the kiss.

“Anytime, (Y/n),” Will said, “now go, and remember I love you!”

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Nico was sitting by his lonesome in the Hades cabin. Will had just left after voicing his worry for you, and Nico could not agree any less. He was waiting for you to show up, genuinely hoping that Will could get you to come to him.

When you entered his cabin, he had to contain himself from jumping up and dragging you down into his bed. You looked almost sickly. As you made your way closer to him, Nico petted the spot next to him on his bed. Somehow, Nico had acquired a collection of pillows and plushies perfect for cuddling in. (The way how being presents from Will, you, Reyna, Hazel, Jason- every time Nico’s eyes would sparkle a little when he was presented with a new plushie. His latest addition was the Ikea shark gifted to him by Percy.)

You did sit down next to Nico, but much to his disappointment you sat rather far apart and refused to lean down into the pillows. Instead you grabbed a weighted goose plushie (dubbed Beanjamin by Will) and set it on your lap, finding comfort in its familiar weight on you. Nico slowly sat up, putting down the round cat plushie he was holding, trying to get a good look at your face. As he did, you took a deep breath and turned to face him.

“Am I still possessed?” Your question sounded blunt, but also made Nico’s heart drop into his stomach.

“Why would you be?” Panicked, Nico tried to focus on the life energy in your body. It was there, just there. The familiar feeling of your soul touched him and calmed his heart.

“I keep seeing them- and shivering and-” you failed to describe the feelings as you got lost in them again. Nico’s hand on your own pulled you out of the spiralling feelings.

“It’s okay to still be scared of what happened,” Nico squeezed your hand, “I can assure you that there is only one soul in your body- and that is yours.” Nico’s concerned eyes scanned your face.

“I keep sleepwalking and I have nightmares.” you felt yourself deflate under Nico’s gaze, “I am tired, Nico. I have barely slept since then.” Nico hummed softly.

“Do you want to try sleeping now?” he slowly rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, “I can give you some nice dreams as we cuddle.”

Your shoulders sagged, your body already relaxing at the thought of a good nap with Nico.

“And you’re sure I am not possessed, or in any danger?” You asked and Nico nodded.

“I am entirely, one hundred percent certain.” He affirmed, “Maybe we can have a talk with Chiron about the aftereffects later? Or with Mr. D. when he is back.” Nico’s eyes lit up, “Have a fun little duo therapy session.” He did jazz hands to bring out the teasing tone he had. You laughed softly, appreciating the effort from Nico to comfort you.

“We will see when Mr. D. is back but thank you.”

Nico looked you in the eye, before slowly moving in and pressing a short kiss on your lips.

“Let’s nap, shall we?”

And with that, your fears were slowly replaced by comfort and love

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glamorousruins · 3 years ago

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ℭ𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 - 𝔊𝔫!𝔜𝔲𝔲

Summary: As the old clock in Ramshackle continues to tick, Yuu sits silently on the couch waiting for the guests to arrive. For weeks, Yuu had excitedly planned out a sleepover of sorts with all of their friends to celebrate a recent feat of theirs. However, as minutes slowly fade into hours of silence, Yuu slowly comes to terms that no one is coming. Invitations are felt untouched, forgotten, or lost as Yuu stays up all night, waiting and clinging to false hope. It's rude to fall asleep when someone finally arrives... is it not?

GN!Yuu | One-Shot | Angst

TW: Feelings and depictions of loneliness, sadness, and defeat.

Notes: This is just a quick thing I wrote inspired by the recent update of the Anthology comic with Malleus!! It's just sad dw nothing too crazy goes on here

Word Count: 1,677

Tick... tick... tick.

The doorknob remains still, untouched and cold. Yuu continues looking at it from the couch, expectant eyes glittering still.

Tick... tick... tick.

Ramshackle is far from the other dorms, right? The walk must be long, Yuu reasons. Maybe it would have been easier to host this somewhere else? Yuu nods silently to themselves, noting, next time see if they can host this somewhere else.

Tick... tick... tick.

Is the food cold? They hope not, what a terrible host they would be if it had gone cold. Yuu promptly stands up, places down the pillow they were cuddling, and marches to the kitchen. Everything has to be perfect for when they arrive! They spent all day cooking and perfecting the meals, they'd rather die than let it all become ruined by a bit of coldness.

Yuu heats up the food and keeps it in the oven to stay warm.

Tick... tick... tick.

Grim is complaining now. Yuu had made him a little onesie that matched their own, but now the little monster wished to be free from his soft cage. Yuu was quick to change his mind with a few ear scratches.

They decide to take a few pictures in their matching outfits. Grim likes how they match, he says they should make more like this.

Yuu smiles and agrees. That would be nice.

Tick... tick... tick. 30 minutes have passed since the designated time.

"Do you think they forgot?"

"Of course not, Grim! It is a school night, after all, they're just finishing up some homework."

"But it's Friday..."

Tick... tick... tick.

Grim had gone to sleep now. All this waiting had tired him out, the poor thing. Yuu promises to wake him up when they arrive as they wrap him up in a blanket to stay warm.

Yuu glances at the door with the smallest hint of dejection. They didn't think Ramshackle was that far of a walk...

Regardless, they tidy up the decor that seems to slump down slightly. They can't have that happening now! So what if their guests are an hour late, that's no excuse for sloppiness.

They chuckle to themself as they think about how Vil would chide them for the shabby hand-made decor looking anything less than perfect.

An hour or so passes quietly.

Tick... tick... tick.

They sit on the couch now, looking out the window with faint eyes. They don't see anyone coming yet. Yuu looks to the clock and reads the time:

12:30 AM.

They glance back to the window. Well, sleepovers start late, don't they? They've never been to one themself but it seemed logical enough.

For the 12th time that night, Yuu counts over all the blankets, pillows, and snacks to make sure there is one for every guest. It would be a shame if someone was left out.

Tick... tick..... tick...

Yuu keeps glancing at their phone with a lonely frown. Should they call them? What if they're still getting ready and don't want to be bothered? What if their phones died? Maybe they got lost? Ah, they must've left their phones behind when they left!

That has to be it. Why else would Ace have not answered their call? Surely he was meeting up with the other first years and left his phone behind by accident.

Yuu could only muster up the strength to call Ace and left it at that when he didn't reply. They thought it was rude to call and ask someone why they weren't at their party yet. They didn't think it was fair to pressure someone on their way.

Ace's phone vibrates on his nightstand. The first year continues snoring loudly as he turns to his side. A handwritten letter lays forgotten under his nightstand. It had fallen and floated downwards when Ace returned from basketball practice and made a ruckus. The letter had disappeared from sight before Ace ever saw its presence.

Tick... tick..... tick...

It's 1:30 AM now. The balloons begin to deflate slightly but Yuu doesn't mind it too much. Balloons for a sleepover are tacky anyways. They watch the balloons slowly descend downwards and lay sadly on the floor. Yuu felt a twinge of sadness at the sight of them.

Minutes later, the balloons were all affectionately placed into seats at the dinner table so that they weren't laying on the floor any longer. Some even receive party hats as long as the hats don't slide off.

Rather than returning to the couch, Yuu carries Grim to the bed to rest properly. They scold themselves for planning a party so late into the night. They make another mental note, 9 PM is no time to start a party; especially on Friday nights.

Tick..... tick..... tick.....

At 2 AM Yuu thinks about what could've held up their friends. By now, Yuu can no longer afford to be hopeful about this whole situation. They try to keep themselves from thinking so sourly of their friends but struggle to do so.

Maybe the invitation they gave to Riddle was lost within the chaos that always happens at Heartslabyul.

Maybe Jack's invitation had gotten mixed up within the hectic and fast-paced environment that is Savanaclaw.

Maybe Floyd ate his by accident.

Maybe Kalim's invitation was dropped and left behind by accident. He does get distracted easily.

Maybe Rook mistook his invitation as a fan-written letter for Vil and delivered it elsewhere.

It hurt to think about why Malleus couldn't find his. So they chose to not think about it.

They also chose to ignore the fact that Grim had insisted on helping deliver some of the invites. Grim said he put them in the most obvious spot but Yuu couldn't help but worry regardless. Grim was always scared of Diasomnia and how scary the dorm looked...

Tick..... tick...... tick........

Yuu had been sitting by the door for some time now, desperate to open the door for any guests who would arrive. Their limbs were sore from being in place for so long.

Dull eyes stare at the door handle with dissipating hope. For a second, they believed that if they wished hard enough someone would turn that handle and come in. They were proved wrong.

Yuu slowly stands up, purposely avoiding looking at all the gloomy decor that seemed to stare at them in pity now. They didn't like to look at the decor they made anymore. Every time they did, they noticed a flaw and would be overcome with the urge to take them down.

They refused to do so in case someone came.

Yuu glances at the clock.

4:45 AM.

Yuu swallows hard as they walk to the dining table, avoiding looking at the balloons as they pick up a piece of paper. Turning their body, they walk slowly to the kitchen as the piece of paper is crumpled slightly in their shaking hand.

Once they arrived at the trashcan, Yuu took one last look at the paper before letting it fall into the trash. Yuu said nothing for a few seconds, they merely looked at their newest accomplishment laying within the trash before turning away.

It's time for bed.

A creme-colored certificate lays in the trash, slowly becoming soiled by the other residents within its newfound home. The words "Photography Contest First Place Winner!" slowly disappeared from sight. The photo of Yuu and the first-year gang slowly becomes ruined. The beautiful photo of such young souls facing the world with their backs turned to the camera falters. The once beautiful and radiant sky that screamed in colors and emotion slowly dies. The winning photo is now destroyed.

Tick....... tick......... tick..........

Yuu locked the door and looked through the window once more, looking for any signs of approaching movement.

Nothing moved.

They slowly drag themself upstairs, ignoring the way their tired body had been protesting for hours now.

The only sound made was the creaking floorboards that protested under their weight.

It isn't until they prepare to go down the hallway to reach their room that they stop.

With such tired eyes, Yuu looks down at the empty party room.

They observe how sad and lonely the decor looks. It looks so gloomy down there.

With no one to celebrate and give them purpose, they stand silently in the dark with their heads down.

It looks deserted, forgotten.

It looks left behind to rot within the past.

It looks abandoned.

Tick.......... tick.......... tick..........

Yuu drifts off to sleep with a frown adorned on their face.

They blame their fragile heart for feeling such pity for inanimate objects.

They clutch the small pillow in their arms as they bury their head.

They don't like their clock anymore.

It's time to get a new one, anyways.

At least, the couch is soft.

Soft enough to lull them to sleep, but not soft enough to provide the comfort they needed.

Silence engulfs the room as the window shows the faintest changes in the dark sky. Morning will be coming soon.

Much akin to Ace, Yuu left their phone on the dinner table and did not bring it to the couch with them. So they never heard Jack calling them. Nor Vil. Nor Lilia softly knocking on the door and asking if he could enter.

They simply slept.

The party was over now.

There wasn't much reason to celebrate something thrown away.

So Yuu kept sleeping on that couch.

Much like their friends who slept and never arrived.

Much like the thrown-away certificate within the trash.

Much like the balloons that collected dust in the chairs.

No one moved, no one made an effort to arrive.

And that's alright.

Yuu was fine with that.

Even if it was rude to be so.

The gentle chime of the clock vibrated within the house, signaling a new day and the realization of those who are ignorant.

Though asleep, Yuu found peace in the chime that could be faintly heard within the dreamscape they've escaped to.

They could always count on a clock to be right on time.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst grim #twisted wonderland writing #twst reader insert #twst

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stansethandpaul · 4 years ago

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Jealousy Jealousy (rewrite)

Angst -> Fluff: Embry Call x GN!reader

Summary: Embry gives y/n a slap in the face about reality after they constantly sulk about Bella.

A/N: I'm much more content with this one and I actually might end up deleting the other one, sorry about that. I actually took a lot more time editing this and didn't write this when I was burnt out compared to the other one! I'm just overall way happier with the other one because I knew that the other one wasn't my true capability.

warnings: angst (that's all I could really think of tell me if you see anything else!)

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Ding!

Constant notifications vibrated Jacob's phone as we sat on his couch together watching the movie on the screen. I shot him a look of annoyance, signaling him to check his phone which he did swiftly. His eyes shot open in surprise before he shot up from the couch and throwing on a shirt and shoes, hopping out the door as he attempted to put the last shoe on.

"Sorry y/n! Bella just told me she was free, you know what it's been like for her!" He hastily shouted out before sprinting down the gravel driveway.

"Bye!" I shouted back, trying to hide my disappointment.

I grimaced at the situation. On one hand, I knew how the sudden disappearance of the Cullens devastated her, especially Edward's sudden abandonment but this happened way too many times. But on the other, Jacob was like her puppy dog now, it was like I wasn't even his friend anymore, it was like our friendship meant nothing.

Knowing that Jacob wouldn't be back anytime soon, I got my stuff and locked the door behind me before driving over to Emily's place to surround myself in the livelier company.

"Sup y/n! Missed me didn't ya!" Jared boomed as I opened the door to which I replied with a "you wish". I chuckled at his dramatic pain as he pretended to hold his heart, eyes shut and face contorting.

"Know where Embry is?" Questioning the dramatic boy as I peered around the room to see if I could find any trace of the lanky boy, no luck.

"Finding your loverboy huh? With the deepest of regrets, I must inform you that he was put on patrol today." He said, mocking my curiosity over Embry's whereabouts. I stuck my tongue out at him to tease him before flipping him off and leaving to the porch to await Embry.

"Knock it off Paul, it's not what you think"

"yeah sure, and if it wasn't what I HEARD THROUGH THE MINDLINK then I don't know what else it could have been"

Their voices permeated through the thick fog as their silhouettes came into view, Paul's muscly tall physique was seen locking an arm around Embry's tall lanky but lean body.

"Aw buzz off Paul," Embry said as he struggled to get Paul's arm off of his neck. He laughed at his struggle before letting go as he noticed me, shooting Embry a smirk to which a slight blush came onto his face, only noticeable as they got closer. Odd.

"Sup Paul," I smirked at him before turning my attention over to Embry.

"And hello to you too wolf boy," teasing him to which he shot a glare at me before attempting to stifle his laughs.

Paul said a prompt bye before jogging into the house to fill up his appetite whilst Embry sat down next to me, his body warmth radiating. The cold air nipped at my skin, pushing me to get closer to the much warmer boy as I swung my legs into his lap and resting my head on his shoulder.

"Jacob left again?"

A sigh left my mouth at his obvious question.

Closing my eyes promptly, I answered with a short nod. A response that showed my true feelings after all these times of being blown off by Jacob.

We sat in silence, my eyes closed as I felt his shoulders move up and down in a rhythmic motion, lulling me to sleep almost. The deafening quiet seemed to almost suffocate us before I decided to talk.

"I don't know what to do anymore Embry, I'm always there for him when he needs me but, he runs to her at the drop of a hat or more like a single text message," I grumbled, reminiscing about the times Jacob's left me in the dust for Bella, excuses sprouting up.

"Why does everyone in this town seem to be so infatuated with her," expecting no response I kept going.

"Is it because she's Charlie's daughter? Hell if I was his child Jacob would be all over me too right? I'd be the hot topic of town too, people staring at me wherever I go, being suddenly accepted by the Cullen family and Jacob. I'd really have the best of both worlds wouldn't I?" Scowling at my own questions, I turned to Embry for answers.

"Am I not right?"

Silence.

"Helloooooooo, Earth to Embry?" I said, poking his cheeks with my finger. His brows seemed to be furrowed together, eyes lost in thought, his attention elsewhere.

There seemed to be no response from him to which I huffed and turned back to stare at the fog rolling in.

Closing my eyes to embrace the serenity once more, his lulling voice startled me.

“I don’t think it’s true.”

I turned my head towards him, curiosity piqued by his response.

“Let’s be real Embry, I’d have the best time of my life if I was Bella fucking Swan. Every guy would love me, all the attention would be on me and I wouldn’t be a second option again. Hell, I’d even be able to actually confess to my crush without fearing rejection.” Bitterness laced the last sentence as I satirically spoke my mind. Looking at Embry’s hands and wishing they were embracing mine, the sudden gesture of his fist clenching as his knuckles turned white shocked me, he was mad.

“God y/n, why the hell do you always need to compare yourself to Bella? She hasn’t even done anything to you. It’s always Bella this Bella that if I was her blah blah blah. Get over yourself, you’re not her and you won’t ever be. Learn how to appreciate yourself and live YOUR life and stop moping around. So what Jacob runs to Bella each time, you have Jared, Emily, Paul, and everyone else.”

A long silence suspended in the air.

“You have me and you come running, you never see the other people around you cause you’re too busy complaining. You can’t even see how much I love you cause you’re so stuck up about being Bella and being Jacob’s priority aren’t you?” Finishing his sentence, he proceeded to get up before walking away. Stopping before reaching the woods, his back faced to me, he spoke simply.

“Find me when you can learn to be y/n and not Bella.”

His form morphed before running into the woods on all fours, leaving me stunned. After a brief moment, tears flooded my eyes. I never got to tell him that I do like him, I never got to tell him that I just want his attention, I just wanted him.

Thoughts spiraled in my head, I was jealous of Bella for sure but I was jealous because of the attention she was given. I just wanted Embry to treat me like she was treated, I wanted to be special to him.

I ran home, I ran because I was scared. I was scared I wouldn't be able to look at him properly.

Weeks passed as we ceased to talk, and I ceased to exist in the small town of Forks. Or so I thought.

I groaned as heavy knocks assaulted my front door, I picked up the phone looking at the time. Who the hell shows up at someone's house at 4am?

Throwing on a sweater and sweats, I dragged myself to the front door, the cold hardwood floor seemingly repelling me from ever making any progress. I swung the door open, grumbling as my eyes were half open wondering who it was.

Jacob Black.

Mentally sighing, I invited him inside from the pouring rain, he seemed devastated.

He sat down after he changed as I made him some hot chocolate to comfort him.

"She chose him y/n, he came back and she chose him over me. She drove to Italy for that stupid bloodsucker." His cracking voice was more than enough for me to grasp his frustration and devastation.

"I dropped everything for her, I did everything for her y/n. And she still chose the guy that skipped town huh?" Laughing bitterly at the situation, I stared at his cup before handing it to him.

"Maybe if I was better than Edward I would've won this stupid fucking battle," his words escaping his clenched teeth. He was like me, we were jealous of someone, someone that seemed to win everything, someone that we were not. The words spoken to me by Embry were words I carried with me even as I was moping over the whole situation.

"Stop comparing yourself to him, Jacob. You're not Edward and you won't ever be him. You're so insistent on being better than Edward or being Edward that you can't even see what's in front of you. I was always here for you Jake, I was always here but you treated me like I was a second option. You left me in a heartbeat for her but you never had time to spend with me, not even five minutes, when you were with her," I too chuckled bitterly at the ironic situation, me and Jacob were similar in many ways.

"Learn to live your life, don't live it for her or because of her, learn how to live it like you want." Those words seemed to resonate deep within both of us. After finally speaking those words, I realized that I was ready to live my life as y/n, a citizen of the small city of Forks, and not vying to be Bella, the new girl to forks.

I stood up, putting on shoes hastily before grabbing the handle. I could sense Jacob's attempt to stop me and apologize for his treatment but I knew better.

"It's ok, I know you're gonna apologize. I'm not going to accept, I want the Jake that will care and treat everyone with the same importance that you had for Bella. Come to me when you're ready, but until then I hope you grow and learn how to live your life."

I paused again, one foot out of the door.

"I have someone important to apologize to, someone that didn't leave me in the blink of an eye."

I hurriedly shut the door behind me before running to the woods, my lungs burning and legs aching as I forced myself to my limit. I ran and ran, visions of the houses slowly turned to trees, the crunching leaves under my feet reminded me of the days we would all run through the woods.

My breathing became labored as I was reaching my breaking point but it was close, our place was close. Then, in my distant vision, I could see it. That one pine tree, seemingly normal to many, but to me, it held our memories. The initials only reassured my assumption as I knew that he would be here waiting. As I got closer to the tree, my legs gave out under me, sending me tumbling to the ground whilst tree branches scratched my arms and ripped a hole in my pants.

"EMBRY! EMBRY I'M HERE PLEASE!" I shouted into the dark forest, eyes tearing up once more as I pleaded.

"I LOVE YOU EMBRY CALL AND I'M SORRY I WAS TOO BLIND TO REALIZE IT!" I shouted once more before crumpling closer to the ground, my tears now fully flowing and hitting the dead leaves below.

Maybe I took too long, maybe he moved on, maybe I was too jealous of someone to even realize his love.

As sobs continued throughout my body, the hope of him ever coming was diminishing.

I was too late.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong but warm arms wrap around my waist and pulling me up.

"Shhh, it's ok I'm here now."

That voice, I looked up to see Embry's face which held a dorky grin. I threw my arms around him as sobs still left my body, the emotional rollercoaster was far too much for me to handle.

"I-i'm s-s-so sorry Embry, I was too focused on trying to be Bella that I-"

"I know, I know, I heard it all," shushing me as he rubbed circles on my back consoling me. After what felt like hours in his embrace, I finally calmed down and only tear stains remained.

I finally lifted my head to meet his eyes properly this time, he stared back with tender eyes.

"You finally learned how to live for you huh?" He asked, not expecting an answer to which I was oblivious.

Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to mine. I didn't try and fight it and melted into it instead.

I was blind to be jealous of Bella when I already had something that she fought to keep.

Smiling mentally, I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

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froggy-frogz · 4 years ago

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Heartbeats [2016 Raph x Gn!Reader]

Request 4 @peybonggoring :

May I request 2016 Raphael trying to make up stupid excuses to hold hands with his s/o? Like “let me feel your heartbeat by holding hands- UHHH NO THAT'S NOT MINE GOING THAT FAST SHIT-“ *runs away*

A/N: I am so sorry :,) thank you for waiting. I feel terrible so I’m making it extra long <3!! Hope you enjoy it!!!

You sigh and hug your coat closer to you, a frown creasing your lips, “I know you guys can’t really go above ground in the daytime but- it’s freezing. Shouldn’t we, maybe go back? Order some pizza? Watch a movie?”

There was a snicker, and you flashed Mikey an upset glare, “Michelangelo, what in the high heavens is so funny?”

“We’re grabbing pizza angelcakes, or more like you’re grabbing them for us. Our regular pizza guy is sick so there’s no other way to get it, you said it yourself, it’s not like we can go in an-” He was promptly shut up via getting playfully smacked.

“I’m going to-” You cut yourself and press the coat closer to you, “Then why couldn’t I just have gone to get it myself, and taken a cab to get there?”

“Because Raph wanted to make sure you were sa-” Another wack to Mikey’s head echoed around the alley. “Shut up Mikey, c’mon babe, let’s go get the pizza already so we can get ya outta this rain.”

Raphael tugged you under his arm, shielding you from most of the cold and you flashed Mikey another glare.

“You three act like children.” Leo grumbles from next to you, “The faster we get the pizza, the faster we can start the movie marathon back home.”

Rolling your eyes you look up to Raphael, “It’s sweet you wanted to make sure I was okay Red, but I can get pizza myself.”

“I just wanted to come with ya, is that such a crime?” He eyes you, “But are ya okay? Ya look freezin.”

“That’s cause I am.” You mumble, cursing Mikey silently. This was probably his idea, and it’s not like Donnie or Leo would object to pizza. Especially if it was from their favorite place.

The four of you trudged in the pouring, freezing rain, Donnie staying behind to set up everything for when you all got back. Lucky him. He was all warm while you were freezing your ass off in the cold New York night, but hey, at least Raph generated a very considerable amount of warmth.

“Raph pauses for a second, takes your hand, before continuing to walk again, tugging you along. You raise an eyebrow and look up at the towering turtle. Huh. That was new. Raph didn’t like to show affection. And you two were in front of Mikey too.

“Heh, ya right, it is starting to get chilly.” Raph mutters, squeezing your hand, but not enough that it would hurt.

You raise an eyebrow, you were pretty sure that he didn’t really get cold. Raph was like a giant heater. Hence why you were pressed up against his body, but hey, you’d take it.

“Finally, you guys are back. What took so long?” Donnie asked when you came in holding 3 boxes of pizza, which you were sure you would only get a slice or two of. Three if Raph was feeling nice.

“Mikey.”

“Ah, figures.” Donnie snorts, and takes two of the pizza boxes from you, “Thanks for grabbing them, [Y/n].”

“No problem, now let’s get this marathon on, what movies did you pick out?” You ask as Mikey comes rushing behind you to grab pizza as soon as the boxes made their way onto the counter. Jesus. Mikey would be the death of you. Unless you didn’t strangle him first.

Donnie grabs a couple slices as Mikey is distracted by Leo’s scolding, and passes them to you, “I picked out all the horror movies we haven’t watched with you yet. Raph told me that you haven’t watched a lot of them.”

You spurt, “Horror movies? I’d at least thought we’d watch action or something.”

Not that you didn’t mind horror, but you could get jumpy. What on earth was Raph planning, cause he definitely knew because of a certain time he made you watch The Shining with him.

“C’mon babe, ya don’t have to worry about a thing. I’m right here with you.” Raph says, suddenly appearing behind you with his own very, very full plate of pizza. “What, are you scared?”

“No!” You rush, turning to him, “Let’s just start already-” so we can get this over with.

Raph grinned and hoisted you up in his free hand, making you squeak before carrying you and his pizza to the couch.

“Mikey, Leo, hurry up.” Donnie calls from next to you, reaching for the tv remote, as he had somehow managed to grab pizza amidst the mini-war that started between the two turtles.

You ignore the commotion in the kitchen and turn to the flickering TV, and when The Exorcist popped up onto the screen, you groan and lean into Raph’s arm.

“Here, if you get scared you can hold my hand.” Raph teases, pressing a kiss to your head.

Instead of answering him, you angrily munch on your pizza, muttering curses under your breath, of course, Raph planned this, and y’know what, if he wanted a war too, you would give him one, and you had an idea too.

Halfway through the movie, and your nerves already felt frazzled. As Raph had pretty much predicted, you were almost wanting to hold his hand, surely that would help you in this dire situation.

“Babe, ya practically radiating with fear, maybe if ya hold my hand it will go away?” He mumbles as he takes another bite of his pizza.

What the hell?

You grumble to yourself and lean into him again, and you can hear a heartbeat- Raph’s heart was hammering. Was he scared too? No, nothing really scared Raph, er, movie-wise, so it had to be something else. So it couldn’t be the movie.

Mmm-

Giving in to Raph's wanting-to-hold-your-hand, partially for science, and partially for your own damaged nerves [and ego], you take Raph’s hand, and you can hear his heartbeat grow faster.

Bingo- that was it. You grin, no longer focusing on the movie before looking up to him, your plan into motion. “Hey Raphy, this movie is really scary.” You whisper, “Thanks for holding my hand.”

Raph gives you what you think is a nervous grin, “You’re welcome babe.”

When his heart stopped stammering as much, you moved his arm just a bit so you could climb onto his lap, and curl up to his side. You tucked your head under his chin, right where you could hear his heart stammer.

“U.. Uh babe?”

You tighten your grip on his hand, “Don’t worry you big lug,” You whisper so the others don't hear, “You don’t have to be so nervous to give me affection.”

Maybe you owed Mikey an apology, cause this wasn’t bad at all.

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