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violentdelightsandviolentends · 6 months ago

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Cherry Blossom. aka - Cherry, Part Four.

a night of conversations, kisses and long awaited confessions.

pairing - bestfriend!steve harrington x female reader

warnings - cursing, kissing (but no real smut).

word count - 2.6k

authors note - the babies are back!! no smut in this one - it was getting too long. but don’t you worry… there’s gonna be so much smut in part five !! sorry for the cliffhanger. love u <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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The smoke from the bonfire is stinging your eyes, ash sticking to the strands of your hair. Orange embers burn rapidly, dry wood being occasionally thrown on top by drunk boys with red cups in their hands.

The music is way too loud for a forest party, but no one seems to care. Someone’s haphazardly strung lights between the trees, creating a surprisingly cosy ambience. The atmosphere is alive, charged with the electricity of being out later than curfew.

“M’lady!”

You laugh, accepting the drink from Eddie’s outstretched hand.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you say as you curtsy sarcastically, making both of you laugh harder. “Hey, you didn’t bump into Steve on your way over here, did you? I haven’t seen him for like an hour.”

The curly haired boy kicks the toe of your sneaker with his.

“Saw him with that Clara girl, talking by the lake.”

You take a steadying breath, pretending it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

“You should go and check if he needs rescuing,” Eddie jokes. “God knows she can talk for hours without coming up for air.”

You smile at him, pulling at one of his curls.

“Good idea. Just in case.”

“Just in case,” he winks, pushing you in the right direction.

You saunter down towards the water, spotting your best friend instantly. He’s stood with his arms across his chest, weight on one hip as he tries to listen to whatever Clara has to say. The minute he sees you, his posture is straightening, lips quirking up at the corners.

Clara turns around to see what Steve is looking at, her face falling when she recognises you.

“Hi. I don’t mean to interrupt! Just wanted to check if you needed another drink, Stevie.”

The boy grins, beckoning you closer with a nod of his head. When you’re near enough, he leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips, all affectionate and tender.

Oh.

You don’t do that.

The two of you have kept your romance completely behind closed doors, up until now. It hasn’t got a name, never mind a label, and you don’t need people asking questions when you don’t even know the answers yourself.

You could blame it on the alcohol, but you know Steve’s on his first drink. With your head spinning, you look up at him as if he is the sun and all things warm. He looks down at you the exact same way.

“I’m gonna go see where my friends are,” Clara says a little too loudly, strutting away with as much confidence as she can muster.

You have a sudden feeling that you’re the villain in her story, but you’re not entirely sure why.

“How many drinks have you had?” Steve asks as he pulls a strand of hair away from your face.

“This is my second. I was nursing my first one, Eddie says.”

The boy laughs, and you grab onto his bicep for support. The sound of it is enough to buckle your knees.

“This is my first. It’s not doing much for me.”

“You want something different? I’m sure Robin has that beer you like in her bag.”

“Nah, I’m okay. Don’t think I’m gonna drink any more tonight.”

Steve slips his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, pulling you in closer and keeping them there.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Okay,” he whispers back.

And then he kisses you. Again. It’s slow and careful and so romantic that you think you might start crying about it.

“What time is it?” he asks when he pulls away as if nothing happened.

“Eleven thirty.”

“You wanna stay a bit longer?”

“Not if you don’t.”

Steve presses his lips to your forehead, hands cradling your cheeks.

“I kinda wanna go home.”

You smile at him, all soft and sweet.

“Then let’s go home. I’m getting a little cold, anyway. And I didn’t bring a jacket.”

“Will you ever learn?” he laughs, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“If it means I have to stop wearing your jackets that I know you bring to parties just for me? No, I won’t.”

You weren’t supposed to say that out loud, but the way Steve chuckles soothes the sting of the accidental wound.

“Let’s go home, Cherry Baby.”

Home. The assumption that the two of you will always be returning to the same place makes your heart so full, you wonder how it doesn’t spill over.

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“You good?”

“Feet hurt.”

This happens every single time the two of you go to a party, so you feel as if you’re reliving a memory.

“Hop on.”

“Steve-”

“Cherry. Come on. We’ll get home quicker this way.”

You can’t argue with that. Steve crouches as you jump onto his back, his hands wrapping around your thighs to keep you steady. You wrap your arms around his neck from behind, resting your head on top of his.

“Comfy back there?”

You hum, the noise of agreement enough for Steve to start walking.

The two of you chat each others ears off on the way home, talking about nothing and everything. You laugh so hard at something he says that you end up with a mouthful of his hair, which he in turn finds hilarious.

“Have you thought any more about what I said the other day?”

“You say a lot of things, Steven.”

He chuckles, shaking his head and giving your thighs a squeeze.

“About college.”

You go quiet for a moment, and Steve wonders if he’s chosen the wrong time to have this conversation.

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s talk about it later, okay? When I’m not constantly worried I’m gonna accidentally trip and kill you.”

You nod, and he feels it. You know it needs to be a discussion sometime soon, but perhaps having it when you’re being carried down the street on your best friends back isn’t all that practical.

“Love you,” you mumble into the crook of Steve’s neck.

He shudders a little at your lips on his skin, leaning his head sideways to rest against yours.

“Love you, Cherry Pie. More than anything.”

You let Steve piggyback you all the way to his front door. Neither of you say anything else. Neither of you feel the need to.

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Steve bumps his hip into yours as you both brush your teeth, laughing at your shocked reflection in the mirror.

“Are you okay?” you ask as you place your toothbrush back in its holder, right next to his.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure?”

You hop up on the bathroom counter, sitting up so you’re eye to eye with the boy in front of you. He takes a step forward, standing between your legs as he splays his cold hands over your thighs.

“Why’d you ask?”

You trace over his fingers where they rest on your skin, quiet for a moment.

“You seemed pretty eager to go home tonight. It’s unlike you. You love a party. Leaving at eleven thirty is like… unheard of, for King Steve.”

“King Steve would rather be at home with you than at a party with all those people.”

“Really?”

“Really. Clara was going on about something or other, the music was too loud, and I could feel the chill coming in. It hit me, all of a sudden, that I’d rather be in bed. Or, anywhere else, as long as I was with you.”

You lean forward to rest your head against his chest, sighing when he starts playing with your hair gently.

“You’re a softie,” you mumble into his shirt. “And a mind reader.”

“It’s my one talent,” he chuckles. “I wish reading your mind was a college major. I’d be the best in the world.”

You shake your head, laughing like you can’t help it.

“If I don’t move soon, I’m gonna fall asleep on this bathroom counter.”

“Want me to carry you?”

“Contrary to popular belief,” you tease as you hop down, “my legs actually do work.”

Steve gasps, all theatrical and exaggerated, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Come on, sleepy girl. Let’s go to bed.”

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“We’re not talking about stuff.”

You whisper it into the darkness, the trees rustling outside Steve’s window serving as the only sound you can hear.

“Hmm?”

Your legs are tangled with his, tired head resting on the boys shoulder as your sides are pressed together. You’re both lying on your backs, staring at the ceiling.

“We keep saying we’ll talk about stuff, but we haven’t been. It’s not like us.”

“You mean, like, feelings?”

“Yeah.”

All that can be heard now is two sets of heaving lungs. Steve’s hand finds yours under the duvet, fingers intertwining.

“Is there something specific that’s bothering you?”

“Not bothering me as such. I just… I think the more we don’t talk, the more complicated things become.”

There’s silence for a moment, before Steve speaks.

“I’m scared, Cherry.”

The tone of his voice is paper thin and vulnerable, and you will yourself not to cry about it.

“Of what, Stevie?”

You squeeze his hand, tucking yourself further into his side until there isn’t an inch of space between you.

“Of… everything changing. You’re my best friend in the entire world, and I know that what we’ve been doing isn’t typical… best friend stuff. I just…” he takes a deep breath, exhaling carefully. “I worry that something will happen and we’ll break up, and I’ll lose you forever.”

His voice cracks on the last word, fear seeping through his pores. Yet, he continues.

“I’d die without you, Cherry. I really would. I don’t know what it’s like to live in a world where we’re not… us.”

You turn onto your side to face him in the dark, reaching up to cradle his cheek softly. You rest your forehead against his temple, pressing a kiss into his skin.

“I’m scared too. I have been ever since that first night in my room. Not because I don’t trust you, or because I don’t feel that way about you… but because I don’t want to lose you either. More than anything, I don’t want to lose you.”

“Why didn’t we talk about this sooner?” he laughs, throat thick with emotion.

“Because we’re us. And whether we talk or don’t talk, we know we’ll figure it out. We always know we’ll be okay.”

“I love you,” he whispers into the dark. “More than all the stars in the sky.”

“I love you,” you whisper back. “More than all the grains of sand on all the beaches in the world.”

You press another kiss into his temple, letting your lips linger on his soft skin. He smells so familiar, so warm, so yours… you can’t help but inhale, chuckling when he shudders.

You continue to leave kisses across his jaw, over his ear, down his neck. He tilts his head to give you better access, groaning when you nip at his throat with your teeth, licking over the scrape to soothe him.

Steve pulls you in as if you weigh nothing, moving you so you’re lying on top of him. You sit up, straddling his lap, as he does the same so you’re chest to chest. Running his hands under your shirt and over the bare skin of your back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“You look so pretty like this,” he hums against your lips. “Prettiest girl in the world.”

“You wanna talk about pretty?” you tease, running your fingers through his hair. “My pretty, pretty boy.”

Steve’s hips buck up into yours, making you giggle.

“Oh, you like that? You like it when I call you pretty? Or do you just like it when I call you mine?”

His hips buck again as his cheeks flush pink.

“I am yours,” he murmurs. “Always have been.”

You thought you had the upper hand for a minute, but now you just want to cry. You’re overwhelmed by the way you feel about the boy underneath you, unsure of how to process it without bursting into tears.

“All mine,” you whisper, tracing the features of his face with your fingertip.

Steve takes a deep breath, watching your eyes as they look over him again and again, taking him in as if it’s the first time. He decides it’s now or never.

“Cherry?”

“Stevie?”

Your voices are low and careful, irregardless of the fact that you’re alone in the house.

“I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stops, and so does the world outside. Everything pauses, the two of you suspended in this moment in time.

Steve takes another breath, exhaling it carefully before meeting your eyes and continuing.

“You don’t have to say it back. Now, or ever. I just - I needed you to know.”

You blink back tears as you watch his face, biting your lip to stop them from falling.

“Steve-”

“Hey, I told you. You don’t have to say anything, babe. I know-”

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“Just-”

You surge forward and kiss him with all the affection you can muster, trying to express your feelings. You grip his hair, plastering your bodies together where you sit in his lap still. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in as close as he can.

“If you let me talk,” you say when you pull away, all breathless, “you’d hear that I have something I’d like to say.”

Steve smiles, humming in acknowledgment and encouraging you to keep going.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

The boy looks shocked to hear it, as if it’s news to him.

“What’s that face for?” you laugh.

“I just… I didn’t expect you to say it back.”

“Steve,” you chuckle, looking at him sternly. When you realise he’s being serious, you double down. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. When we were kids, and someone would say the word ‘husband’, I always pictured you. I was so convinced it was always going to end up being you and I.”

“Why… why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“Why didn’t you?”

He laughs, and the sound makes you feel as if you’re on cloud nine. You can feel his heartbeat where his chest is pressed to yours, frantic like he’s just ran a marathon.

“Fuck, I love you.”

He leans up to kiss you, all saccharine and honey sweet.

“Say it again,” you whisper against his lips.

“I’m in love with you, Cherry.”

“Say it again.”

“I, Steve Harrington, declare that I am completely, utterly, ridiculously in love with this girl right here. I always have been. I always will be.”

You can’t help but throw your head back with laughter.

“And I love you. So much.”

The words you’ve always said mean so much more now. It’s a welcome change, one you never thought you’d see happen.

“Hey Steve?”

“Hmm?”

You lean in, nosing at his jaw as you murmur into his ear.

“Want you. So bad.”

“Fuck, honey,” he groans, all low and rough.

“Please. Want it to be you.”

Looking up at you with big eyes, he searches your face for any kind of hesitation.

“Are you sure?”

Smoothing his hair away from his face, you trace your thumb over his bottom lip.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grins. “I’m about to rock your world, Cherry Blossom.”

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drvscarlett · 7 months ago

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The Tortured Drivers' Department

— combining another one of my favorites. I'll be taking notes and writing fics about which TTPD song do I associate with the drivers ( + I will be including the retired ones). This is the main list and I'll be linking them when I finished writing them. Let me know if you wanna be tagged

Also give TTPD a listen. Its so beautiful and a masterpiece

Fortnight

— i love you, its ruining my life (Lewis Hamilton x Mercedes!reader)

The Tortured Poets Department

— At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one people put wedding rings on. And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding (Pierre Gasly x ex!reader)

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

— 'Cause he took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart left all these broken parts (Lando Norris x reader)

Down Bad

— Fuck it if I can't have him (Charles Leclerc x kpop idol!reader)

So Long, London

— You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? (George Russell x secret girlfriend! reader)

But Daddy I Love Him

— "I'm having his baby" No, I'm not, but you should see your faces (Alex Albon x Horner!reader)

Fresh Out the Slammer

— Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you (Esteban Ocon x childhood bestfriend!reader)

Florida!!! (feat. Florence + the Machine)

—I need to forget, so take me to Florida (Logan Sargeant x heiress!reader)

Guilty as Sin?

—What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind? (Oscar Piastri x bestfriend!reader)

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

— I was tame, I was gentle till the circus life made me mean (Nico Rosberg x Lewis Hamilton)

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

— they shake their heads, saying, "God help her" when I tell 'em he's my man (Daniel Ricciardo x longtime girlfriend!reader)

loml

— Oh, what a valiant roar. What a bland goodbye. The coward claimed he was a lion (Max Verstappen x childhood sweetheart!reader)

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

— Lights, camera, bitch, smile (Zhou Guanyu x model!reader)

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

— And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive (Yuki Tsunoda x Actress!reader)

The Alchemy

—'Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me (Kimi Räikkönen x assistant!reader)

Clara Bow

— This town is fake, but you're the real thing (Sebastian Vettel x Ferrari heir!reader)

The Black Dog

— I am someone who, until recent events you shared your secrets with (Mick Schumacher x driver!reader

imgonnagetyouback

— I'm an Aston Martin that you steered straight into the ditch (Fernando Alonso x wife!reader)

The Albatross

— She's the albatross, she is here to destroy you (Jenson Button x revenger!reader)

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

—So if I sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet. Will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon? (Carlos Sainz x Vasseur!reader)

How Did It End?

— The deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling (Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri)

So High School

—You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her (Charles Leclerc x reader ft Max Verstappen x childhood friend!reader)

I Hate It Here

—I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind (Kimi Räikkönen x interviewer! reader)

thanK you aIMee

— And then she wrote headlines in the local paper laughing at each baby step I'd take (Mark Webber x reader)

I Look in People’s Windows

—What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time (Sebastian Vettel x reader)

The Prophecy

—Don't want money, just someone who wants my company (Pierre Gasly x politician's daughter!reader)

Cassandra

—So they killed Cassandra first cause she feared the worst (Lewis Hamilton x wife!reader)

Peter

— Forgive me, Peter, please know that I tried to hold onto the days when you were mine (Lando Norris x reader)

The Bolter

— "Oh, we must stop meeting like this" (Max Verstappen x hollywood starlet!reader)

Robin

— You have no room in your dreams for regrets (Oscar Piastri x girlfriend!reader)

The Manuscript

—One last souvenir from my trip to your shores. Now and then I re-read the manuscript. But the story isn't mine anymore (Carlos Sainz x McLaren employee!reader)

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 masterlist #max verstappen x reader #lance stroll x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #fernando alonso x reader #jenson button x reader #sebastian vettel x reader

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gobblinggojo · 6 months ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊The Tortured Poets Department Masterlist˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A collection of short-stories including a character from Jujutsu Kaisen in each writing.

✩Fortnight: Yuta x Reader ✩The Tortured Poets Department: Toji x Reader ✩My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys: Sukuna x Reader ✩Down Bad: Geto x Reader ✩So Long, London: Megumi x Reader ✩But Daddy I Love Him: Gojo x Reader ✩Fresh Out The Slammer: Geto x Reader ✩Florida!!!: Mahito x Reader ✩Guilty as Sin: Gojo x Reader ✩Who's Afraid of Little Old me?: Itadori x Sukuna's Reincarnated Lover! Reader ✩I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can): Toji x Reader ✩LOML: Junpei x Reader ✩I Can do it With a Broken Heart: Megumi x Idol! Reader ✩The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived: Sukuna x Reader ✩The Alchemy: Inumaki x Reader ✩Clara Bow: Itadori x Actress! Reader ✩The Black Dog: Choso x Reader ✩ImGonnaGetYouBack: Nanami x Reader ✩The Albatross: Gojo x Reader ✩Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: Itadori x Reader ✩How Did it end?: Yuta x Reader ✩So High School: Inumaki x Reader ✩I Hate it Here: Nanami x Reader ✩thanK you aIMee: Sukuna x Reader ✩I Look in Peoples Windows: Megumi x Reader ✩The Prophecy: Gojo x Reader ✩Cassandra: Choso x Reader ✩Peter: Yuta x Reader ✩The Bolter: Gojo x Reader ✩Robin: Megumi x Reader ✩The Manuscript: Geto x Reader x Gojo

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fairylights-throughthemist · 3 months ago

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Eddie Munson as tracks on The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift

Fortnight

Exhusband!Eddie x Jealous!Reader

The Tortured Poets Department

Friends to Lovers to Strangers with Eddie

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Toxic!Mean!Eddie x Reader

Down Bad

Protective!Mafia!Eddie x Reader

So Long, London

Exboyfriend!Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

(Eddie and Reader have spent lots of time in London during their relationship. Now that it’s ended she never wants to return.)

But Daddy I Love Him

Dad’s Best Friend!Eddie / Older!Eddie x Reader

Fresh Out The Slammer

Ex-Con!Eddie x Reader

Florida!!!

Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

(Reader’s [now ex]boyfriend cheated on her, she went to Florida on vacation to forget about him. At a local bar she meets a certain rockstar touring the country with his band.)

Guilty As Sin?

Exboyfriend!Eddie x Reader

(Eddie broke up with you, yet you can’t stop thinking about him. Not even with another man in your bed.)

Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

(Eddie and Reader just made their relationship official and his fans can’t seem to keep their mouths shut. Haters online compare you to other women he’s been seen with, they make comments about your body and they don’t think you deserve Eddie.) (This description also fits for Delicate from Reputation.)

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

Mafia!Eddie x Catholic / Virgin / Good Girl / Shy! Reader

loml

Exboyfriend!Eddie x Reader

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Situationship!Mean!Toxic!Eddie x Reader

The Alchemy

Hockey player!Eddie x Reader

Clara Bow

Rockstar!Eddie x Actress!Reader

(Reader always getting compared to other actresses, everyone wants her to be bigger and better than anyone before her. Eddie being the only one able to comfort her.)

The Black Dog

Exboyfriend!Eddie x Reader

imgonnagetyouback

Exboyfriend!Rockstar!Eddie x Jealous!Reader

The Albatross

Virgin!Eddie x “Slut”!Reader

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

(Eddie becoming addicted to drugs, reader trying to help him but giving up when he cheats on her.)

How Did It End?

Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

(No one caring about how you’re doing, only asking about Eddie and asking what happened.)

So High School - my first fic ever!!

Best Friends to Lovers, Eddie x Reader

(Eddie and Reader playing Kiss, Marry, Kill while high, Reader naming people when it’s Eddie’s turn, one of them being herself, leading her to ask “Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?”)

I Hate It Here

Eddie x You

(Yes you. We all know you read to escape reality.)

thanK you aIMee

Eddie x Reader

(Based on the title, not the lyrics)

(Think All Of The Girls You Loved Before, Reader thanking one of Eddie’s exes for contributing to the amazing man he is now.)

I Look In People’s Windows

Exboyfriend!Eddie x Reader

The Prophecy

Eddie x Reader

(Post Vecna…)

Cassandra

Toxic!Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

(Reader watching Eddie’s show in the pit and getting sexually harassed / groped by some creep. Not wanting to interrupt the show or cause a scene, she keeps quiet. Anxiety and stress leading up to a breakdown, Eddie being high out of his mind asking if everything’s okay. You snap at him and tell him about the incident at his concert but he doesn’t believe you. The day after your breakdown, Eddie asks you what happened last night, after a quick recap of the events your petty boyfriend chooses not to believe you.)

Peter

Exboyfriend!Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

(Similar to Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me. Eddie being ignorant and giving half assed advice like “Just ignore it”. He doesn’t show how much he cares due to his newfound love for drugs.)

The Bolter

Eddie x Reader

(Reader being afraid of relationships and attachment. Her trying to bolt from Eddie’s love but he doesn’t let her. Steve and Robin being supportive of Reader and Eddie’s relationship, they felt the need to tell him about her attachment style before it was too late.)

Robin

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

The Manuscript

Exboyfriend!Eddie x Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing anything so please be nice !!!!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #cowboy!eddie #joseph quinn #taylor swift #steve harrington #eddie munson fluff #taylornation #the tortured poets department

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rabidbatboy · 11 months ago

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♱ FEM LOSER ID PACK . . .

NAMES ; hattie , charlotte , nancy , clara , edith , adora , alice , viola , valerie , amanda , juno , tammy , misty , jenny , kitty , jamie , briar , robin , monroe , sam , morgan , cal

PRONOUNS ; weird / weird , love / loves , dream / dreams , odd / odds , freak / freaks , heart / hearts , scrape / scrapes , haze / hazes , cat / cats , paw / paws , thing / things , star / stars , bru / bruise , quirk / quirks , lune / lunes

TiTLES ; the loser girl , the weird girl , the odd one out , the starry-eyed girl , the lover , the lovestruck , the strange one , [x] with love to give , [x] with stars in [x] eyes

iDENTiTiES ; patheticgirlfreak , patheticgirl , girlfriendloser , lovefreak , needylovergirl , gendergirlfriend , finalrotgirl , loserweirdo , vaguegirl , freakgirl , labratgirl , girlfailgender , nicegirl , girlcreature , lovefeminine , dirtbagteengirl , pathetiromantic

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adrianasunderworld · 1 year ago

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More Twst x Stardew things

The Royal Sword Corporation opened one of their stores in town years ago. Crowley hates it. He hates the manger, Ambrose, who wants him to sell the community center so they can open another Royal Sword Business in town.

Che'nya works at Royal Sword Mart. Neige actually got his big break from Royal Sword. He got cast in a commercial for it, and it did so well that he's the face of a whole ad campaign now. Vil is angry and jealous because he also auditioned for that role and Neige got picked over him.

Vil still acts and models, but it's on a much smaller scale compared to Neige. Like he gets hired a lot to do ads and commercials for businesses in town, and in all the neighboring towns, to the point he's kind of a local celebrity in the area. He keeps visiting the city to audition for theater, but so far nothing. He ideally would like to move to the city to pursue bigger roles, but it's just not in the cards now.

The witch that turns your eggs into void eggs at night is Malleus grandma. He gets embarrassed, and has tried convincing her to get a different hobby, to no avail.

Fellow and Giddel are event characters. They get hired to work at the county fair during the fall, and sometimes stop by on the Night Market. There's a quest where you can befriend them so they can move into town, and Giddel can join the other kids on their lessons.

Leonas family is very well off. After his father passed while Leona was still a minor, Falena took custody of him, and he still lives with Falena and his wife, Asha. The Kingscholars were successful in their careers and had plenty of money. Like the farmer, they wanted a change of pace from city life and bought a nice inn just outside of town. Falena runs the actual business while Asha still works as a lawyer. Leona is taking online courses while working at the inn. Ruggie also works there and often has to keep Leona on track.

Ace is a carpenter, and was like Robin, the first person in town to greet you and show you to Ramshackle Farm. And like Robin, he also called your grandpa's house crusty. He also has beef with your cat, Grim. Everytime he comes by to work on something, they have a stare off.

Jade is still interested in foraging, and often gives helpful tips, like what is in season and where to find it. His favorite gifts are any mushrooms.

The mermaid who does a show at the Night Market is Rielle.

Ortho, Najma, and Cheka are like the Jas and Vincent in town. They're the local kids you always see running around, along with everyone else's little siblings, like Jack's brother and sister.

Since there's more than two kids in town in this au, there is an actual school house in the area. It's right next to or is connected to the library, and Clara is the local teacher. Trein helps her out by doing the history lessons. Clara will give the older kids their lessons in the morning before doing their more independent study time and class work in the afternoon while she teaches the little ones. Trein usually keeps an eye on the older kids while they work in the library. It's hard though, Lucius keeps demanding their attention when they're supposed to be doing homework.

Ramshackle is still haunted. There's ghost all over the property, and they mostly show up at night. But they will sometime show up indoors, like in the house, sheds, and greenhouse.

If you marry Leona, he will nap in the greenhouse.

If you marry Deuce, he will work on his bike outside.

If you marry Vil, his post marriage heart event is him going away to work after taking a bigger role. Kinda like Elliot going on his book tour.

If you marry Cater, he will post about living on a farm. He will absolutely make vlog type videos going "My day in the life of a stay at home farm husband."

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The Blood Runs Thicker (part 16) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~I was meant to be writing Bunny Ears but I am getting so incredibly frustrated with how it's turning out and I'm not prepared to force myself into compliance and publish something that I'm not happy with. Sorry but hopefully I can clear my head and write it soon!~

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CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - ??), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama/Angst. Possessive behaviour. Descriptions of a medical nature and disability.

The tension in the quaintly decorated living room almost left a metallic taste in your mouth, unlike the taste of copperish pennies you had somewhat become accustomed to running into in the last however long it had been since you came into William Afton's care, this one carried something cold and acrid behind it. Nobody seemed comfortable.

Faded floral curtains and pillows, dumpy worn out couches and worn out wooden furniture that were cluttered with poorly made clay sculptures that you couldn't even tell what they were meant to be and framed photos that had started to turn sepia in the years of sunlight told of a life well lived and fulfilled. But something about it was...odd. Off. A carefully wandering eye could pick up the dust that could no longer be reached, or perhaps it was no longer cared about. First aid kits and boxes of medications were tucked away out of first impressions line of sight, an unnerving amount of drugs for a singular man to have possession of, photos that looked like they had been folded and partially hidden away. The magazines on the table twenty years or so out of date, locked in a time perhaps happier for the family who lived there.

And then there was Henry Emily himself.

You could make out that once upon a time he was probably strong and wirey. His green eyes carrying an almost unnerving sharpness to them despite the skin that started to be marked with liver-spots and form a paper-thin barrier against the world, bent back and sallow cheeks. Greyish hair unkempt not in a playfully curly way, but like he hadn't had the energy to brush it in a while.

Even the tea he had made for you all seemed weak and cold in your hands as you cradled it between your palms.

"How is the tea?" He finally spoke after what had seemed like forever in silence. Making you jump at the sudden noise before you made a non-commital noise of affirmation. Those green eyes never wavering from William's face even though he was clearly addressing the pair of guests.

"It's..it's what I needed, thank you Mr. Emily." Was your polite reply, taking a sip of the lukewarm beverage and trying to hide your distaste as William brought it to his lips too and you watched as he managed to keep a strong poker face whilst drinking it down in only a few gulps. You were beginning to envy the fact that the vampire couldn't taste.

"Quit staring at me Henry, you're freaking your other guest out if not me." William's gravelly voice broke through and Henry blinked for what felt like the first time in hours.

"You're dead William. You were declared dead over twenty years ago."

"A common misconception."

"'A common misconception'? Misconception?! I remember them dragging the lakes nearby for your body! You disappeared, Clara had fucked off to how knows where and Michael and Elizabeth disappeared shortly after you." You could hear the hurt in the older man's voice as it wavered slightly, watching him swallow hard. You hadn't known William long in the grand scheme of things, but you could tell he was intensely uncomfortable with the way his eyes unwaveringly lingered on some loose threads on the arm of the couch rather than his old friend.

"You were declared dead?" You asked, receiving a stern look from the vampire before he sucked at his teeth. He supposed that Henry's own daughter would have been a little older than you were, he honestly had found it harder to keep track of the ages in his old life the longer it had been since he interacted with it.

"Again, a misunderstanding. I simply needed....to remove myself for a little while."

"You disappeared when your family needed you William. When I needed you." Henry swallowed again as William finally brought his eyes up to meet Henry's like they were old friends once again, that lingering feeling like somebody was supposed to be there with him finally at peace for a multitude of reasons, although he would never admit it.

"I'm sorry."

Henry stared incredulously at the man before him. William Afton did not look different to the last time he saw him, not a day over. He seemed to occasionally glance towards the daylight lamp that the Emily house sported by the medicine cabinet, and then wince away like it hurt him, and Henry certainly didn't recall anybody that would have been around to produce somebody like you. You seemed almost the polar opposite of his former best friend, although you carried your own reserved posture that made Henry wonder what you too had lost. Glancing back at William and then back at you, Henry pursed his lips before speaking again.

"Is this your..." He asked, gesturing his hand vaugely before Afton snorted and shook his head, leaning back in the seat and crossing his arms.

"Really Henry? No, she's not my kid, she's....Look, we're travelling together right now, she's been a life-saver." You glanced at the vampire and wondered if he was feeling alright. The closest thing you'd had to a compliment from him, aside from when he had called you pretty in that always slightly demeaning way like it was your only redeeming quality.

"Right...Aren't you going to ask about Charlie then? It's...It's been a while, she was still in the hospital when you left." William stiffened slightly next to you, and you recalled Elizabeth mentioning somebody called Charlie when you had unfortunately met.

"I wasn't aware that she had..."

"No. The doctors have said she'll never walk again, she can't speak. I can only pray that she isn't stuck in her own mind."

The silence was deafening, William's stony, sculpted face twitched with hints of many emotions that you couldn't decipher in that moment, but you said nothing. Henry obviously wasn't aware of what William was, and mentioning it could damage whatever frail olive branch either man had, but you swore for a split second that Afton's face was riddled with guilt.

"I'm sorry, Henry." Henry's face softened as he looked down at his hands, wringing them together as he seemed to contemplate something for a moment before sighing.

"Me too, Will."

Looking between the two men, you saw Afton's expression softening in a way that it never did when he looked at you. There was an unexplained pang in your chest at the realisation, that you had started developing sincere feelings for William Afton despite all you had been through thanks to him, but that they would never be returned as you watched the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he smiled at Henry sadly. The lopsided smile that revealed dimples and smile lines.

You had almost forgotten that you were a convenience for him.

The sound of an alarm going off near to Henry was what made you jump out of your pity party, seeming to Snap William out of whatever his thoughts were too as Henry pulled out his phone whilst muttering an apology and pressing the screen to dismiss the alarm, sighing and running his fingers through his lack-lustre curls.

"Sorry, that's my alarm to remind me to go and get Charlie into bed. I should-"

"How about I go and get her sorted?" You offered, watching both of the older men blink slowly in surprised before Henry's shoulders relaxed a little more. "You two seem to have a lot to talk about and catch up on, I don't mind."

"Are you sure? She can be quite heavy..."

"I've dragged William's drunk ass home, I'm sure Charlie will be fine." Giving a warm smile and watching William scowl before Henry's laugh distracted him. Devolving into a rattling cough after a moment that made the taller man move couches and gently pat his friend's back in a soothing motion. You supposed that once, he had been a dad after all. But you left them to it, William comforting Henry as they said nothing about his frail condition.

Despite the fact that you never got directions from Henry, you somehow managed to find your way through the house, something whispering in the back of your mind like it had when you first arrived at Freddy's.

That did not leave you with a good feeling.

The whirr and beep of medical devices alerted you to where you needed to be, seeing a woman who looked closer to Elizabeth Afton's age than yours sat in a wheelchair, staring at a TV that seemed to be playing a random channel that it had been switched onto at some point. You recognised it as being a kid's channel, but now her gaunt features were illuminated by the static screen that apologised for the end of scheduled programming.

You could see from what little of the room that wasn't taken up by the large hospital bed and moving equipment, that the room was a shrine to when Charlie Emily had come to be as she was now. Faded pink walls and brighter outlines on the paint where butterfly stickers had once been placed with care, a beaten up white dresser that now stored medical supplies rather than the colourful outfits of childhood. She was rail thin, pale, but her dark hair was immaculate and she was dressed in comfortable, clean clothing that showed no sign of being distressed in any way.

It was clear that despite his own complications, whatever they were, that Henry took immense care of his daughter.

As you grabbed the handles on the wheelchair to move her closer to the bed, you noticed the way her hair sat against the back of her neck wasn't quite right. Frowning, you brushed the hair aside and felt your fingers pausing as you revealed a slightly mangled, but large scar across the back of her neck. Almost like something had grabbed at four separate points and dragged inwards, Charlie gave a tiny twitch as you touched them, and you felt sorry for whatever had happened to the young woman.

"Sorry Charlie, I offered to put you into bed for your dad." You offered your name, like she was going to respond as she continued to stare blankly ahead, blinking slowly like her papery lids were heavy against her sunken sockets.

'You're the first person in a while to actually speak like I'm a person.'

Your head whipped around, searching for the voice. Heart pounding in your chest as a cold breeze brushed across the back of your neck. You knew that you had felt something off, but this wasn't the sort of confused, sad feeling that seemed to accompany the ghosts of Freddy's, including Evan. No, this seemed sad still, but far more....bored?

"Charlie?"

'In the...Well, I would say flesh, but that would sort of be a lie wouldn't it?'

You stopped looking after a moment, and then you saw her. A greyish shape from the corner of your eye that only certain features could be made out from. Dark, curled hair, a green t-shirt. It seemed to flicker and fluctuate between being small like a child and larger like the physical body in front of you.

"But you're not dead....and you're not surprised I can hear you." The tone was perhaps slightly accusatory as you gently reached under her body and picked her up with a grunt, placing her onto the bed and jumping slightly as you realised the eyes had rolled over to focus on you.

'No, I'm....between. Didn't quite die, but I'm not exactly living it either, am I? I suppose I've always hoped that somebody could hear me, dad just thinks he's imagining things when he occasionally picks up on it.' Charlie shuddered again as the grey shape passed by, the eyes rolling about slowly in the sockets and you watched as her left hand twitched slightly, though nothing more as the shape passed onto the other side of the room. Constantly in your peripherals.

"I... I suppose you've sort of aged with your body then?" Hearing what might have been a laugh from the not-quite ghost who seemed rather invested in communicating with you, and you weren't sure you blamed her, seeing the way her physical body was before you whilst you tucked in the covers carefully around her.

There was no answer for a moment, but you felt the cold circling around near by. It was always a strange feeling when the ghosts were around, but you had sort of gotten used to the few times that it had popped up. Charlie was the one. aside from Evan, who had lingered most, and you were curious if she could articulate what had happened to her.

'Sort of. It's a bit weird....'

'Can I ask a question....or rather a favour?'

"Sure, what do you need? Not to be stuck on the kid's channel all day? Are you in pain?" You asked, side-eyeing the ghost as you brushed some dark hair from her physical face.

'Can you get Uncle Will to finish the job that he started twenty years ago?'

"What do you mean?" Brow furrowed in confusion as the woman in front of you gave a shuddering sigh, like the ghost influenced her still physical and alive body.

'I want him to actually kill me this time.'

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