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cameronspecial · 1 year ago

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dad!drew on mother’s day please

Mother's Day Talent Show

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Joke

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

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Millie Starkey doesn’t like to do things conventionally. Her parents have always taught her to think outside of the box and do what feels is right to her. So when the five-year-old announced to her father that she wanted to do an in-bed talent show for Y/N on Mother’s Day, he gladly abandoned the beginnings of the breakfast in bed he was going to make. “We have to be very quiet. We don’t want to wake Mommy up too abruptly,” he whispers to his two kids as he pushes his bedroom door open. Tristan nods, “Okay, Daddy!” Drew cringes a little, his son’s whispers aren’t as quiet as the two-year-old thinks it is. Drew picks the boy up and enters the room with his daughter.

Y/N has to force her eyes shut as she listens to the pitter-patter of her family’s feet walking across the hardwood floor. They think she is asleep, but the truth is that they weren’t very quiet when they were downstairs. She feels the bed dip as Drew helps both kids onto the bed. Millie crawls to her mother’s face and pulls the older woman’s eyelids apart. “Wake up, Mommy. Happy Mother’s Day,” the little girl murmurs loudly. Drew grabs the girl by her waist and pulls her away from Y/N’s face, “Millie, don’t do that to Mommy’s eyes.”

Millie removes her hands from her mother’s face and stands on the bed, “Mommy, we are going to do a talent show for you!” “‘alent show,” Tristan mimics his sister, standing on the bed with his hands in the air. Y/N sits up against the bedframe, “Really? What a great idea, my loves. Who is going to go first?” Millie scrambles onto the floor, calling everyone’s attention to her. “I am, Mommy. I am going to dance for you,” Millie announces. She looks at Drew to start the music and when she hears the sounds of “Getaway Car” by Taylor Swift, she starts moving her body. Y/N has to stop herself from laughing. Her daughter dances exactly like her husband. Her hips move forward like she is doing the worm standing up. Arms taking turns to reach over her head like she is stretching. Finger guns that move in a circular motion. It is truly a sight to behold. Millie’s hands find the floor as she tries to do a cartwheel. Once the song finishes, she stands up to bow to her family’s applause. “Wow, Mills. That was so good,” Y/N praises, opening her arms so her daughter can run into them for a kiss.

Tristan is up next, sitting on the floor behind the toy drums his dad put down. Y/N listens to the unrythmic tapping of the toy with a grin on her face. She bobs her head to the sound and giggles at Drew, who is absolutely just bopping to the music. She loves how he will always be their children’s hypeman. Tristan finishes his song with his hand in the air. His family claps for him and Drew places him in his mother’s arms.

“So what’s your talent, my love?” Y/N teases, not letting her husband get out of this family bonding moment. He leans in and presses his mouth to her ear, “Can my talent be making love to my beautiful wife?” Y/N feels her cheeks heat up and has to move away to steady her breathing. Drew chuckles, ignoring his kids’ questions about what he said. “I’m joking, kinda. My talent is juggling.” He brings out three plastic balls from one of Tristan’s games and begins to juggle. He knows Y/N lost her fascination for his juggling when they first started dating, but the kids still look at it with wonder. As he catches the third ball in his hands, his family cheers him on with smiles on their faces. Y/N beckons him in for a group hug and she squeezes together all the people that she loves. “I love my talent show, my loves. Thank you. I have a very talented family, who I love so much.”

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#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey fic

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year ago

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1. uh oh, i'm falling in love

A/N: Hello!!! I said I was gonna write and post this story ages ago and I am so sorry for how long this took!! But now I've finally posted it!!! And chapter 2 is almost finished so look out for that one!! I super hope you enjoy this series and that it was worth the wait!!!!

Pairing(s): Lancelot x GN!Tristan's Twin!Reader (No pronouns specified and I never specify whether they're identical or not, that's completely up to you!)

Summary: The King of Liones throws a party and among all the socializing, Lancelot and (Y/N) decide to spend their time breaking a few rules.

Tags: Alcohol Consumption, Underage Drinking, Meliodas, Fluff, Drunkenness (Is that a word??)

Word Count: 3,088

Song Inspiration: Labyrinth By Taylor Swift

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Read on AO3]

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You lean back against the cold stone wall behind you, sighing softly. You can feel the chill of it on your back through the thin fabric of your tunic, but you don't really care much. You’re a bit overheated from the partially crowded dining hall you had been in just a few minutes earlier and you really prefer it much more out here than back in there at the moment.

Nearly everyone you know is there. All four apocalypse knights as well as all their friends, Hendy and Dreyfus, mom and dad, Aunt Margaret and Uncle Gil. It’s a celebration of sorts. It’s someone’s birthday, one of the knights that isn’t Tris or Lance, though you’re not sure which one. Not that your father really needs much of a reason to throw a party anyways, but it is a nice sentiment at least.

It's not that you don't enjoy having fun with everyone, you do, but despite knowing every single person in that room, most of them aren't really your friends. Not including family, there’s only one person in there that you’re close to and by the time everyone had finished eating and scattered into different groups and conversations, you were the only person left by yourself, floundering to figure out what to do next. And so, you came outside to get some air.

"What are you doing now?" A voice says from beside you, the person sounding exasperated.

You turn to the right and crane your neck up towards the doorway leading from the dining hall to the balcony, your (Y/E/C) eyes locking with bright red ones. Your face flushes and you look away, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of your neck sheepishly.

"...sitting outside?" You ask uncertainly.

Lancelot sighs before he's sitting down next to you, so close that his shoulder is touching yours. You suppress a shiver at the warmth he radiates and loosen your hold on your knees, letting your legs stretch out in front of you. You mimic his sitting position, letting your leg touch his as well, and try your best not to think of your reason for doing so.

"(Y/N), you can be friends with them, too. Friendship isn't exclusive, you know." He points out for probably the millionth time in your guys' friendship.

"I know that, Lan, but you've never managed to succeed much in making friends in the past besides me and Tris, especially not an entire group of them, and I really don't wanna get in the way of that. You deserve to just have a group of friends without any interruptions." You tell him with confidence, even though you know it doesn't make much sense in the long run.

"And that wouldn't change just because you are a part of that group. You're my friend, too, my best friend, whether you're friends with the rest of them or not." He tells you, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you force yourself to keep looking away from him for just a little longer.

"Well, still. The five of you guys have a very unique bond and I'm not gonna take the chance of getting in the way of that." You say matter-of-factly.

Your best friend snorts. "Is that the same excuse you use with your brother? Cause I know you have this same argument with him just as much as you do with me."

You groan, throwing your head back and letting it hit the wall, causing a dull ache that you ignore. "Can we not talk about this right now, please?" You finally look at him, your eyes pleading for him to switch topics.

His expression softens as he looks at you and he nods. "Fine. Instead, let's drink." He gets a little grin on his face that's similar to an expression you'd seen on his father's face plenty of times, but at the same time, it's somehow still just all Lancelot. He holds up a dark green bottle and two chalices which had been on the other side of him, out of your line of sight.

You were glad for the conversation change and it was your turn to snort. "What did you sneak away this time?" You ask him knowingly.

He sits up a little straighter rather than slouching against the wall and places the chalices between his legs in front of him. "I have absolutely no idea but I snatched it from one of the castle guards. Heard him bragging about how good it was to one of his buddies, so you know, I thought you and I could test it out just to be sure he wasn't lying." He smirks as he opens up the bottle and starts pouring some for each of you.

You feel a slight flutter in your chest at the thought of him specifically wanting to share it with you and you stay quiet as you inspect the liquid in the chalice he hands you. The alcohol is a light pink color, almost translucent, and the first thing you can think of to compare it to, as random as it is, is Isolde's hair. Maybe a little darker, though. It's pretty. And not at all like any alcohol you'd ever seen or heard of before.

"You sure this is safe to drink?" You ask him sceptically as you turn your face towards him, though your eyes stay on your drink. "This isn't gonna turn out to actually be poison or anything, right?"

You bite your lip as you hear him let out that arrogant chuckle of his under his breath. "No, it's not poison, (Y/N). Now, c'mon, are we drinking or what?" He holds his chalice out and looks at you expectantly.

You shake your worry away and look at him with a small grin, tapping your chalice against his with a soft clink before you both take your first sip. Your eyes widen as the taste hits your tongue. It's sweet, with a slightly bitter undertone, and a deep burn as it slips down your throat that isn't unpleasant and definitely wouldn't be expected based on how sweet it is.

"Damn." Lancelot mutters appreciatively against the lip of his cup.

"Agreed." You mumble before taking a deeper gulp and enjoying it, closing your eyes and humming.

You pull your chalice away from your lips, intent on savoring what's left in it since it's your first time trying it, but Lancelot is gradually relaxing more against your side and the feel of his body still touching yours feels so much nicer than it should and you guys have an entire bottle to yourself and suddenly savoring your drink is the last thing on your mind as you shrug your shoulders and chug the rest of it down, sighing softly at the sweetness of it.

You relish in the taste for a few moments longer before grabbing the bottle from its spot in between Lance’s legs and refilling your chalice, though you misjudge and almost spill some of it over the rim of the cup. You giggle softly at yourself. You're quickly starting to realize that whatever this stuff is, it works fast, but you don't really mind.

"Hey, don't spill any of that, I only got one bottle this time and I don't wanna waste any of it." The boy beside you says sternly and at his words, you put every ounce of your focus into not spilling a single drop of alcohol until your chalice is filled and you hold the bottle out in his general direction.

He takes it from you and you take a long drink, sighing softly in content and slouching back against the wall, allowing your head to tip to the side and land on Lancelot's shoulder. He stiffens slightly beside you even as he leans his head against yours and you wonder if it’s the alcohol. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you have a fleeting thought that it’s strange for you to be so physically close with him, but it was gone as quick as it had come.

It seems that Lancelot's mind, however, lingers on it a little longer. "What are you doing?" He asks you softly, his voice almost a whisper and his words slightly slurring already.

"I'm relaxing." You state like it's obvious, noticing the same slur in your own voice. You take another drink as your eyes close before continuing. "Your shoulder is a really comfy pillow. And you're so warm." You find yourself leaning further into him as the cold wind blows against your mostly uncovered arms.

"(Y/N/N), people could walk right over here and see us like this." He says in that same soft tone, some emotion in his voice that you can't quite place in your current state of mind.

"So what?" You slur, finishing off your second drink. "'S not like we're doin' 'nything. Don' worry 'bout it, Lancey." The nickname you hadn't called him since you were nine slipped out without you asking it to, but thankfully, he doesn't acknowledge it.

You hear him sigh and you open your eyes to see him refilling his own drink and then yours, the bottle now empty. As you bring the chalice to your lips once more, you hear him speak so quietly that you're certain his words are only meant for his own ears, not yours.

"What am I going to do with you, huh?" The question is asked with a voice full of affection and you can't help but smile.

"Ya know, gettin' back to our rooms is gonna be a pain in the ass." You point out. "Next time, you gotta try an' find out how strong the stuff is before we drink it."

"Ah, shit." He curses and you snicker.

"Mmmm, maybe we can jus' sleep righ' here." You suggest, seriously considering it.

He lifts his head off of yours and you can't help but pout slightly as he starts shifting beside you. "We can't jus' sleep here, (Y/N/N). We gotta try and get to our actual beds." He reasons.

You groan as you sit up. "Ugh, why do you gotta be right?" You mumble.

He laughs softly as he sits up, leaning over your legs to nestle the empty bottle and now once again empty chalices into the corner of the balcony beside you. Seeing the action suddenly makes you wonder how he had even snuck any of it onto the balcony in the first place, but you're quickly distracted as Lancelot stands up.

He wobbles slightly as he does, reaching a hand out to steady himself with the wall, then he reaches a hand down to you. You grab it and allow him to help you stand, both of you taking a moment to gather your bearings and get used to standing. The world around you is wobbly and keeps going out of focus, but you have no choice but to force your vision to stay as clear as possible, as you will now have to walk quite a bit before you can get off of your feet again.

Simultaneously, you both step through the doorway and into the dining hall slowly and you squint at the brighter lighting, blinking quickly. "Here goes nothin'." Lancelot says quietly, and you both start making your way across the room as fast as your alcohol-infused brains will allow without either of you falling flat on your face. You manage to avoid catching the attention of anyone else in the room until about halfway to the doors leading to the hallway.

"Everything okay, (Y/N)?" Your dad calls from behind you and you freeze. Neither of you dare turn around, knowing that if you do, he'll immediately know what you and the blonde next to you have been doing. From your slow, uncertain steps to the bright flush that you just know is covering your face, your drunkenness would be completely obvious, and you know Lancelot is in a similar state.

You try to force your voice into some semblance of normal, trying to keep from slurring. "Yeah, F-Father, 'im fine." You tell him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lancelot nod his head in agreement with your statement.

Your dad gives a small hum as you blink and suddenly he's right beside you. Your eyes widen and you hear Lancelot choke before trying to cover it up with a cough. Your dad's expression is the same as always, just a casual, neutral expression that gives away none of his actual thoughts. However, in one of his hands is a bottle, and in his other is two empty chalices. None of the items ever had any special markings. Those could be any two chalices. That could be any old bottle of alcohol. But knowing your father, you know for a fact that they're the exact items that you and Lance had just left behind on the balcony.

You internally curse as you give your father an uncertain and sheepish grin. Your dad doesn't say anything else or react at all at first, but then he adjusts his hold on the chalices so that he can hold the bottle with the same hand as well, leaving one of his hands free. He suddenly gives his signature grin and his hand pats your back. It would've been a perfectly normal gesture except his hand comes down a little more forcefully than normal, causing you to stumble forward and almost fall on your face.

"Well, that's good! Go rest up, 'kay? We got a big day tomorrow!" He starts walking away but stops to do the same back patting move on Lancelot before he's moved across the room to do something else.

You and Lancelot turn to look at each other with wide eyes before you both turn forward and move as quickly as you can to get out of the room and into the hallway. Once the doors to the dining hall close behind you, you loop your arm with his without much thought to it, but you end up needing the support anyways as the two of you stumble through the halls.

Once you make it to your door, Lancelot starts to pull his arm away from yours, but you're quick to latch onto it again. "You gotta help me get to my bed." You whine softly, not caring much how you sound at this point.

He chuckles softly and the sound fills you up with a slight giddiness. "'Kay, fine." He says, pushing your doors open.

You both stumble into the room as the closing of the doors leave you in the very dim lighting of your bed chambers. You walk further into the room before your foot hits the corner of the long rug across the floor and you trip, falling forward. You yelp as you hit the ground and you hear a curse from beside you. You realize that you were still holding onto Lancelot's arm and had ended up dragging him down with you.

"'M sorry." You mumble quietly.

"'S fine." He reassures me.

You realize that you should probably get up now, but you're starting to get sleepy and your carpet is soft and you feel yourself sagging more into it. You look beside you to see Lancelot flipping over onto his back.

"Floor's comfy." He says softly.

You hum your agreement and after a moment of hesitation, you roll over and snuggle right up to him, your head going onto his shoulder and your arm throwing itself loosely over his chest and waist.

He gasps softly, freezing up, and you think for a moment that maybe you shouldn't have just done that. You're not really sure why you did it in the first place. Ever since laying your head on his shoulder earlier on, you had wondered what it would be like to snuggle all the way into his side, what it would be like to maybe even have his arms completely wrapped around you. You refuse to admit it right in this moment, but you’ve been wondering these types of things for awhile now, despite knowing you probably shouldn't. He’s your childhood best friend, you should see him as a brother, not as a potential romantic connection. But deep down you know that these feelings for him are inevitable considering you’ve had them for years. And so, when you saw him just laying there, you couldn't help yourself. It was like an instinct.

But now you’re wondering if he's been uncomfortable with you being all over him as you recall the way he stiffened earlier and the way he questioned your actions. You push away from him, opening your mouth and getting ready to apologize, when he suddenly beats you to it.

"No, wait-" His voice is suddenly filled with a strange sense of panic as his arm quickly curls around you and pulls you back against him, your head coming to rest on his chest this time, though neither of you voice any complaints. Your arm goes back around his torso as his stays curled around your waist. "Stay, please." He says in a tone of voice that even you very rarely hear from him. It’s pleading, vulnerable. Almost afraid, in a way. Of what, you aren't quite sure. But you aren't going to question him about it, not sure you'd even get an answer if you did.

"Okay." You try your best to pronounce the whole word, feeling it important to do so. "'M here." You say, trying your best to reassure whatever fears are currently nestled into that strange brain of his.

He suddenly turns onto his side and wraps his other arm around you as well, pulling you closer, your face in his chest and his face in your hair. The motion was quick, like he was in a hurry to do it. You relax completely, practically melting into him and the floor under you. You're completely surrounded by him and suddenly you want nothing more than to stay here for the rest of your life.

You nuzzle your face against his shirt as your eyelids start to droop. It's been a long day and the alcohol coursing through your system hasn't added to your energy at all. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Lancelot mumbling something that sounds like, "Smells nice." As he burrows his face further into your hair.

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A/N: What do y'all think?? Please let me know!! I should have chapter 2 finished soon, there's going to be both a male!reader version of it and a female!reader version of it. Pronouns still aren't specified, but there's a certain part of the chapter that differs greatly depending on gender, tbh, so if you'd like to be tagged for the next chapter, let me know which version you'd like to be tagged for!! You can also ask to be tagged for both versions if you'd like to be!!! Thank you for reading!!!

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danikamariewrites · 8 months ago

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I have a Flynn request! There definitely aren’t enough out there for our crescent city males. Lol reader is out with friends at a bar and really drunk. She gets separated from her friends and some guy is really creeping her out and won’t leave her alone. She texts/calls Flynn to come get her.

My First Call

Tristan Flynn x reader

A/n: I HAVE FINALY FINISHED CC3 and Flynn absolutely deserves love bc it seems like he’s the only single Pringle left I volunteer as tribute

Warnings: drunk reader, aggressive behavior (not the frat pack), and not proof read sorry

Wobbling through the club on numb limbs you were jostled by the crowd of swaying bodies. Your mouth was dry but you were craving another fruity-vodka cocktail. As you made your way back to the table your friends were currently inhabiting this evening you tripped a little.

Only two of them were left. The other three having bailed earlier thanks to their work schedules. Who even makes their employees come in on a Friday for a holiday weekend? A crime honestly.

A male had joined the table, too busy flirting with Marcy to notice your presence. Taylor, your other friend, had noticed you cautiously walking back. “Hey,” she says enthusiastically with a small giggle at your drunken demeanor. You giggle back, falling into her arms.

“I want another drink.” Your words coming out as one long sound. Taylor just laughed in response. “I think you need to go home.” You groan at the blonde before remembering your bestest friends are waiting at home. The guys were probably still up. Either playing video games or having a house party in honor of the long weekend.

“Ok. Marcy! Come on.” Taylor commanded. Marcy gave the male one last kiss on the cheek with a look that promised she’d call him. She never called though. She just liked attention and free drinks. What pretty girl doesn’t though?

Letting out a sigh you move from Taylor’s protective grasp. Turning your back on your friends you start to move toward the exit. At least what you think is the exit. The crowd is definitely thinning out. Pushing open a door with peeling paint and rusty hinges you find yourself in a dimly lit alley. At either end is a bustling main street of Lunathion.

“Fuck,” you mutter. Looking from side to side you can’t remember which end of the alley the club entrance would be. “Fuck.” You say a little louder.

Letting out a sigh you start walking to the left, hoping to find your friends. Coming out on the sidewalk you notice a fancy restaurant and a closed cafe. Some business entrances, a bank, then the fanciest hotel in the city. The warm lights of the Regent of Lunathion looked so inviting. Plus they have comfy armchairs to wait in.

You start heading down the street in the direction of the regent. Now that you’re out in the chilly night air and not in the dark, crowded club consuming alcohol your body starts to ache. You hug your arms to your chest, cursing yourself for not bringing a sweater. Your chunky platform heels start to feel heavy with every step you take. The blisters starting to form on the back of your ankles and toes have you stepping gingerly.

Heavy footsteps quickly approach that have you tensing. Hoping it’s just someone on a late night run that will pass you. You move over slightly to not just be in the middle of the sidewalk. Runners in this city get pissy about that.

But it’s not a runner. No, something worse. A male in dark jeans and hoodie falls into pace beside you. “Hey,” he starts, “what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ wanderin’ the city alone?” You roll your eyes, not caring about the consequences. You wouldn’t have been able to hold the annoyed expression back anyway. “I’m not. I’m with my friends.”

The male looked around the almost empty street. “Really? Because I don’t see them.” “Yup.” You reply dryly. Urd, can’t males take a hint these days? “I’m meeting them.” A lie you were sure he saw through but didn’t care. You would say anything to get him away from you. “Well what bar are you going to? I know a short cut,” he says seductively, trying to grab for your arm.

You move quicker than the both of you expect. The situation sobering you up. You looked at him with bewildered eyes. “No!” You scream at the top of your lungs. Passersby staring for a moment before looking away and walking a little faster. Cowards.

Before the male can say anything you book it down the rest of the way to the Regent. The doorman, an elderly human man, gives you a curious look. Your words stick to the tip of your tongue. Not knowing how to form your plea for help as the alcohol still rushes through your system.

You look back down the street. The male looking pissed as he storms up to you. The doorman notices, an angry look now on his kind face. “Head inside miss. And please make yourself at home until your ride is here.” You rush past him with a grateful look. Pulling out your phone, ignoring the texts from your friends, you immediately go to Flynn’s contact and pressing the call button.

he answers in one ring. “Hey sweetheart,” his smooth voice relaxing you as you sink into the plush armchair. “Flynn, can you come get me. I’m a little lost.” From his sharp inhale you could tell he was trying to hide his laugh. “I’m already on my way. Taylor called me five minutes ago.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Wait, how do you know where I am?” “I have your location, sweetheart.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

Urd you love that smile. So suave but genuine. “Only for you,” he’d say with a wink that always made you blush like crazy. It was no secret you have a crush on the lordling. And Ruhn would argue that Flynn had a bigger one on you. Why neither of you had made a move yet was beyond everyone.

The male walked past the window of the lobby staring daggers at you. Your eyes went wide as you remembered why you were in the hotel lobby. “Can you hurry? There was a guy following me and I just wanna go home.” The silence on the other end of the line was deafening.

Flynn gripped the steering wheel so hard his tanned knuckles turned white. “I’m one minute away.” He stepped on the gas, just barely making the light before it turned red. He kept talking to you as he flew down the street. Telling you everything he saw before pulling up to the Regent.

Throwing the car in park, Flynn throws his door open. Passing the doorman he nodded at Flynn with a small smile. “She’s to the left.” “Thank you.”

Seeing you curled up in the chair clutching your phone like it was a life line made hims heart clench. You looked like a lost child. Flynn knelt in front of you taking your hand in his. “Hey sweetheart,” he coos, “ready to go?” It took you a moment to realize who was in front of you. Once it clicked you smiled widely at Flynn.

“Hey,” you drawl. Your exhaustion catching up with you. Flynn smiled back you. Overjoyed to see you unharmed. “Yeah let’s get outta here.” He stands to help you up but you just give Flynn a pout and doe eyes. “Will you carry me? My shoes hurt.” “Of course.”

He knelt back down to unbuckle your ridiculous shoes, holding them in one hand while scooping you to his chest with his other arm. Letting out a deep sigh you lazily wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, snuggling into his neck.

Flynn’s heart soared. He held you tighter, basking in your warmth and scent. Though he could smell the alcohol, that strawberry and honey scent he loves so much is still prominent to him. “I got you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Gently placing you in the passenger seat and bucking you in Flynn breathed a sigh of relief. You were safe. Climbing in the car himself he quickly sends a text to Taylor letting her know you’re fine. The drive home seemed long but he didn’t care. Anything to spend time with you.

Your hand grasps his resting on the gear shift. You look at him, your lids heavy. Finally pulling up to the house Flynn looks down at you. “Thank you for getting me. My knight in shining armor.” Flynn blushes as he squeezes your hand. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses across your knuckles. “I’ll always come get you. No matter where you are, sweetheart.” You give him a tired smile before your eyes fully close.

Carrying you inside, Flynn tucks you in making sure to take out your hair clips. He even takes your makeup off, gently scrubbing at your face. Just as he sets a glass of water down and a tonic for your headache in the morning, you stir slightly. Flynn froze as he saw you squinting at him. “Will you stay? Please?” You mumble.

“Sure, sweetheart.” You turn to face the side of the bed Flynn makes himself comfortable. He sits on top of the covers, leaning against the propped up pillows. Once he sits you instantly fall back to sleep knowing your safe.

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skyesdaisys · 1 year ago

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character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

#yellowjackets x reader #titans x reader #dc titans x reader #fear street x reader #ahs x reader #tsitp x reader #jaiden writes things

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yarrystyleeza · 11 months ago

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𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!

Well, as the title suggests, I am turning 22 on January 30th (yes I can't believe it either), and it's a very very special number to me, I was obsessed with it since I was a kid—because of Taylor Swift's 22 of course (you have no idea how happy my inner child is now!).

However, I thought I should celebrate this very important event with you by hosting my second sleepover! (honestly I was planning to make this a double sleepover if I hit 300 followers before my birthday, but since I didn't, I really had to host a sleepover)

As usual, my sleepover will host games, questions, asks, and definitely, requests!!! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from January 30th till February 6th, where you can submit asks and requests!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me sometimes, and this is an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

Here's a list of the games we can play:

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

Would you rather: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

Make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

Never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

Exchanged Ships: basically, you give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Random Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly Talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate My Music Taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I Wanna Write You A Song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Doodles: give me something simple to draw!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. But of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Foggy Nelson

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Henry (from Eat Locals)

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Owen Sleater, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

intimate moments / gestures that make me feel love / romantic rainy day prompts / gentle things that make me fall harder in love / fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts / lighthearted first kiss prompts / sparring prompts / forced proximity prompts / date prompts masterpost /

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 22 birthday sleepover so they're easy to find, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone): @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @bunmurdock @bellaxgiornata @kal-0n @1988-fiend @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @floral-charlie-cat @farfromstrange @babygirlmurdock @mattmurdocksscars @itwasthereaminuteago @c-mrdck @xxeycisxx @loveroftoomanyfandoms @mindidjarin @little-miss-dilf-lover @shiorimakibawrites @tongueofcat @marytheweefrenchie @chvoswxtch @devilsmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @folkloreandfall @murdocklorian @munsonownsmyass @abbyhaslongshorts @murc0ck @lazyxsquirrel @theradioactivespidergwen @xxdrixx @saintmurd0ck @softasawhisper @she-likesorchids @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @amberlynnmurdock @courtforshort15 @saltedlays @importantnightwerewolf @lene-loki

That's basically everything I have for my birthday sleepover, feel free to submit requests and games! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

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lancestrollsgf · 6 months ago

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# R E Q U E S T L I S T ! L A N C E S T R O L L S G F

introduction master list request list

# REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN !! (as of november 21, 2024)

# DISCLAMER: I WILL WRITE POLYGAMY FOR ANY FANDOM. I WILL BASICALLY WRITE ANYTHING JUST REQUEST. PLEASE BE AS CLEAR AS POSSIBLE IN YOUR REQUEST. ALL STORIES WILL BE USING “YOU” POV. NO REQUESTS FOR SMUT. IF THE CHARACTER/PERSON YOU WANT ISN'T HERE I PROBABLY JUST FORGOT, SO JUST REQUEST IT. PLEASE SPECIFY IF SMAU OR WRITTEN (if not specify i’ll write to what seems fit). REQUEST FOR MOODBOARDS ARE ALSO OPEN!

FORMULA ONE :

lance stroll, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, max verstappen, kevin magnussen, sergio perez, fernando alonso, pierre gasly, george russel, esteban ocon, oscar piastri, lando norris, yuki tsunoda, logan sargeant, daniel riccardo, sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, alexander albon. (probably more just forgot) +retired drivers, +wags, +formula 2 drivers, +f1academy drivers.

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY :

conrad fisher, jeremiah fisher, steven conklin, isabel conklin, cameron, taylor jewel, and shayla.

BANGTAN SOYEONDAN :

kim namjoon, kim seokjin, kim taehyung, min yoongi, park jimin, jung hoseok, jeon jungkook ( i haven’t written for bts in a long time so please be specific in your request )

COBRA KAI :

miguel diaz, robby kenne, axel kovačević, eli moskowitz, tory nichols, samantha larusso, demertri, and yasmine.

GILMORE GIRLS :

dean forester, luke danes, lorelai gilmore, rory gilmore, logan huntzberger, tristan dugray, dave rygalski, lane kim, madeline lynn, and louise grant.

MARVEL :

tom! peter parker, andrew! peter parker, toby! peter parker, edward "ned" leeds, iron man/tony stark, black widow, captain america/steve rogers, hulk/bruce banner, thor odison, black panther/t’challa, daredevil/matt murdock, winter soldier/bucky barnes, doctor strange/steven strange, scarlet witch/wanda maximoff, quicksilver/pietro maximoff, deadpool.

CELEBRITIES/MISCELLANEOUS PEOPLE: sturniolo triplets (excluding nicolas 😞), austin! elvis presely, austin bulter, vinicent hacker, joao felix, enzo vogrincic, xolo maridueña and more.

(i’m also open to crossing fandoms like joao felix (with reader) x f1 if that makes any sense)

#fanfiction #fanfic #imagines #x reader #request #request list #formula 1 x reader #marvel x reader #gilmore girls #bts x reader #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty x reader #request are open

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piscesbae7 · 1 year ago

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‘ G o r g e o u s ’

Tristan De Martel x ImmortalWitch!Reader .

“ I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know that you’re in love with my brother. ” Aurora says with a playful smirk.

I sigh, staring blankly up at the art that littered the ceiling of the newest Strix mansion.

“ It doesn’t matter, Aurora. He’ll only ever see me as a colleague. He’s made it more than clear. ”

“ Don’t be so sure. He doesn’t keep just anyone around this long. ” She replies with a wink, her lavish accent shining through.

I lift my glass of bourbon to my crimson red painted lips, quickly guzzling the overpowering liquid.

“ Whatever. ” I say with a sigh, trying to appear nonchalant. “ Let’s talk about something else. Have you picked a gown yet for the next gala? ”

“ Not yet, should we make a trip to the city this weekend? surely my elder brother can excuse you for a few hours. ” she purrs, smiling.

“ I’m sure that can be arranged! ” I smile, straightening my charcoal mini skirt.

I see aurora glance at the door, instantly knowing who it is. I turn to see none other than Tristan De Martel, so magnetic it was almost obnoxious.

Walking towards Aurora and I. She stands to greet him, wrapping her arms around his taller frame as I stand there, trying not to stare.

“ Y/N, darling im glad you could make it! I assumed you’d be arriving Monday, along with Aya. ” He says, angelic in the way his raspy voice echoes off the walls as he ever so gently grabs my hand, kissing the back.

“ Well, I figured i’d surprise you. ” I say with a smile, before he starts talking with the lovely Aurora.

A true work of art in his black pea coat, fragrant of luxurious vanilla cologne and foreign cigars.

“ Can I make you a drink, Tristan? ” I offer, tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear.

“ Yes, please. Thank you sweetheart. ” He purrs, smiling in my direction before continuing his conversation with his younger sister.

I walk over to the large, fully stocked bar, grabbing a clean glass and a fresh bottle of scotch. Aurora was right, I am *so* whipped. A faux sense of hope washes over me, as I can’t help but think about what it would be like to be loved by the Strix leader.

But alas, i’m not. To him, im just another person who runs around doing his bidding.

But a girl can dream, right ?

. . .

‘ you’re so gorgeous , i cant say anything to your face. ‘cause look at your face! ’

. . .

#tristan de martel #the originals #aurora de martel #tvdu #tvdu imagines #imagine #Spotify

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logan-fields-official · 11 months ago

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Request list

Request closed for now

MASTERLIST

WILL NOT DO SMUT

Will write for ships and reader x character(s)

Not the best writer as I’m still pretty new to writing!!!

-I write for-

SCHOOL BUS GRAVEYARD!!!

The Main six!!

Haikyuu

Will write for just about anyone just ask and I’ll tell you if I write for them

Hunter x hunter

Gon

Killua

Kurapika

Le-oreo

Pokémon/sword+shield

Will write for more characters probably just was to ask

Leon

Bea

Melony

Nesa

Kabu

Raihan

Milo

Bebe

Marnie

Piers

Yu-gi-oh

Yugi mutou

Yami yugi/Atem

Bakura ryou

Yami bakura

Joey wheeler

Seto kaiba

Téa Gardner

Tristan Taylor

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vivinightingale · 3 years ago

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If requests are still going may I request an s/o who has there own Millennium piece but there ears rings and work like yugis millennium puzzle but instead of switching during duels which they still do s/o tends to have black outs switching unaware the spirit living inside the ear rings are them but from the past (like in Ancient Egypt times like stem ) where a strong monster dueller and famous thief meaning they cause mischief?

Since you didn't specify who you wanted I just did all the boys just in case 💜

Yugi Muto

Honestly the first thing he wants to do is communicate with the spirit that shares a body with you.

Since you were unaware of the spirit he wanted to make sure they were safe to be around. With so many spirits from the past after him due to his connection with Atem he didn't want to take chances especially with his s/o.

Once he realizes the spirit wasn't malicious just mischievous he is more friendly and easy going with the thief. They would text their skills against each other, and he'll they would teach him a thing or two.

Yugi accepted it as another part of you to love even if he has to stop them from swiping cards from his grandfather's shop.

Yami/Atem

As soon as the spirit made itself know he knew who they were. His memory may be in shambles, but he could never forget his beloved little Thief.

During their first duel in forever it was constant lovers banter. Poking fun of how time has changed them, their hosts, and how their during has changed.

However once the duel was finished no matter who won or lose. He couldn't help but embrace them, and he couldn't have been happier.

Feeling their warmth, and that they were still there with him after so many years? There was no better feeling.

Joey Wheeler

First off how many damn spirits are there?! Second how come you weren't aware of yours like everyone else? It was like you were in a coma when your spirit took over, and that worried him.

So for awhile he was skeptical of your spirit. If you don't remember anything they do, and they were a thief how could he trust them??

However as time progress the more comfortable he is with them. They even explained to him that you sleeping wasn't something you intended. Your body just could handle the two of them being active at the same time. So you slept while they took over.

The two even became good buddies. Alway pulling good natured pranks, and constantly challenging each other to duels. However your still his number one so is she harms you he will do whatever he can to protect you.

Tristan Taylor

Due to his experiences with spirits he won't judge them based on their appearance, but their actions. He won't lie though knowing that your asleep while they run around doing whatever to your body makes him nervous.

Much like his friend he will come around to them once they prove that they aren't there to cause harm to you or him. They were just there to help set things right like they promised years ago.

Him and the spirit don't duel like they do with the others due to him not being big on it. However he does like watching them in action. Watching you control the field always makes him so proud.

The spirit helps him with his Cardio due to constantly being on the run they were able to give him a lot of helpful insight l, and he is now able to run marathons with much trouble.

Duke Devlin

Much like Joey he wants to know why there ao many damn spirits! He just got introduced to this concept, and now they are popping up every time he turns around!

Though he doesn't have complaints when it comes to your spirit because he is biased . They surprisingly get along very well! Always pulling some sort of prank on one another, him teaching them to play Dungeon Dice Monsters™️, and them just having a good time.

Whenever the duel someone he always excitedly watches cheering for the two of you even though it just the spirit.

Whenever you switch back he always make sure your doing okay or if you need anything. He may like your spirit, but are his top priority.

Seto Kiba

Son of-!

I won't sugar coat this one. At first he was less then pleased to know not only did you share this crazy past lives notion like Yugi, but your "spirit" is a thief?! However once he learns that this isn't some crazy notion he is more open to the spirit.

He doesn't care for her pranks or thievery, but he admires he dueling skills. Didn't seem like years 6 feet under didn't rot their brain after all.

It's always a competition when I comes to those two, but at least they are getting along while your gone....sorta....kinda.

Bakura Ryou

When you first passed out in front of him he freaked out! Getting you to a soft place to lay, and checking your head for injury. However while he was examining you the Spirit emerged scaring the boy making him pass out.

Once it was all sorted and he got to know them he didn't mind them too much. They were nicer then Yami, and they seemed to calm Yami down when he got overly upset.

He is big on pranks but he enjoys watching how much fun they have pulling off said prank. Even though it's not you he still enjoys the smile they make for you.

Since Bakura doesn't duel much they don't practice together, but he joys watching them play and unless Yugi and them are there he will cheer for them out loud.

Yami Bakura

He was wondering when they would make it back to him. Honestly it was the whole reason why he was okay with you maybe even got a little crush on you. You reminded him so much of them that he always hoped they would appear.

Once the two were reunited they continued the plan to take down the Pharoah. They honestly didn't care if it was the right thing or not. As long as Bakura wanted it they were determined to get it.

He would often use their thief skills to steal things that would give him the upper hand.

Despite all of this he knows without them he wouldn't be as far as is now. So when the two are alone he showers them in all the love and adoration he has bottled up.

Marik Ishtar

Due to his past with his own spirit he is afraid for the two of you when they first show up. He couldn't bare the thought of you having to go through the same mistreatment so he constantly questioned them till he knew they wouldn't hurt you.

Your nicer then his spirit, but he doesn't like them any better then the start. He just tolerates them since the two of you are inseparable.

He knows what goes on between you and his Yami, and tries to stop them from doing anything that would out you into harm. It doesn't always work though.

When you come back he is almost like a doting mother. Fussing over any bruise or sometimes nothing at all. You just mean so much to him and he wants to make sure your okay.

Yami Marik

Seeing his puppet come back to him like it was fates will had him almost giddy. As soon as he sees them his hand is on their forearm while his other holds their chin.

"Welcome home my Queen/King."

Much like Yami Bakura he will use their thievery skills to his advantage. After all a good wife/husband should always help their husband right?

He is a little on the yandere side he lost them once, and he just wants to lake sure that never happens again. You are his precious Queen/king afterall.

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z-iridest · 3 years ago

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omg joey, tristan, & duke’s (+whatever other characters of your choice) reaction to being called “pretty boy” by their crush before they start dating?? askdhk thank u <3

Calling Them "Pretty Boy" (Before Dating)

I kinda wish you would have submitted this with your username, because I love you for giving me the power this one brings! The way I see it, there's three types: The Double Take, The Flustered and the Smug Pain In The Neck (I think you can tell which is which before these even get started). So, to kick things off:

Joey Wheeler: The Double Take

All right, so this guy is more street smart than book smart (but still smart, don't you simps come after me!)

Speaking of simps, that's what he is if he's crushing on you (more so if he's dating you, but we'll get to that later! Sksksks)

It was the end of class when you said it, but he was looking through his deck, having not heard the bell.

"Joey, time to go." Yugi tried getting his attention first to no avail.

"Come on, bud, class's over." Tristan tried next, but not even he was able to get Joey to snap out of it. That's when you decided to try something.

"Pretty Boy, let's go."

It took a split second, but his head shot up to look at you.

"Oh, you're callin' me pretty boy?"

"Duh... Wow, that came out quick."

This sounds familiar, right? Remember that "Pretty Boy, with me, I said" Tik Tok? That's you and Joey in this case.

Later on, he questions you on it and, upon realizing you like him, he asks you out.

A random beginning to a great relationship, but hey, he thought it was cute.

Tristan Taylor- The Flustered:

Okay, okay, I know I'm using season zero for this picture of him, but that's his exact reaction!

Just like Joey, it was the end of class, but this is a slightly different situation.

You and Tristan were falling behind the others, and since a fun day was planned you didn't want to miss it, least of all let Tristan miss it.

So, with a giggle and without thinking, you took his hand and tugged him. "Come on, pretty boy, let's go!"

Since your back was to him, you didn't see the blush that covered his face, only felt him gently squeezes your hand as he mumbled, "I'd go anywhere long as it was with you."

Too bad for Tristan, you heard him and stopped dead, turning around to face him with an identical blush on your face. "Really?" You asked. He nodded, holding your hand in both of his.

Let's just say this started the cutest relationship at the school, and it was a day neither of you would forget

Duke Devlin- The Smug

In your defense, he is infuriatingly attractive.

When you first met Duke, you didn't like him one bit

He was arrogant, to say the least, and the flirting winks he gave you just annoyed you.

But the final straw came when he not only put Joey in a dog suit, but accused Yugi of cheating

You're super protective of your friends, so the fact that he even thought of doing this angered you, so much so that you snapped in the middle of the game of Dungeons and Dice Monsters game.

"How do we know you're not the cheater here? Did you teach Pegasus all the rules beforehand? Or did you just let him figure them out like Yugi had to? Either way, this doesn't seem like a fair fight to me!"

"You're more than welcome to take his place if you want, goregous."

"You really wanna go toe to toe with me, pretty boy?" You asked without thinking.

Duke smirked at the fact that you called him pretty boy, but didn't acknowledge it. Don't let the facade fool you, he might be keeping cool on the outside, but he's freaking out that his crush called him pretty boy inside.

"Get your deck ready and we'll go at it as soon as I'm done with Yugi, beautiful." He replied.

You rolled your eyes, shuffling your deck as you watched.

Duke was a great gamer, but in the end, it wasn't enough.

Funnily enough, Duke became one of your friends, eventually turning into a Rivals to Friends to Lovers type deal when you got brave enough to ask him out months later

Duke may be a player, but he sure didn't play games when it came to your heart

Although, he did like to tease you about the first time you called him pretty boy 🤣

(Hopefully this wasn't too short for you, anon, and I hope you enjoyed it ^^)

#Yu-Gi-Oh #Pretty Boy #Duke Devlin x reader #Joey Wheeler x reader #Tristan Taylor x Reader

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years ago

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That’s ok! I don’t know how to do match ups 🤔 but I have a request for yugioh. May I have headcannons for yugioh gang ( yugi and his friends ) who has has a crush on fem S/o that is kind hearted with a dorky personality? ( meaning silly and akward ) like an easy target to get picked on. I hope this was ok.

Hello hello~! I totally understand, match-ups can be confusing at times ;; Other then that, I can most definitely do this request for you~! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did with writing it~! I do apologize that this took forever to come out, but I do appreciate the patience~!

》》Admin Ko

ɪɴꜰᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ | ʏᴜɢɪ ᴍᴜᴛᴏᴜ ; ʏᴀᴍɪ ʏᴜɢɪ ; ᴊᴏᴇʏ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴇʀ ; ᴛʀɪꜱᴛᴀɴ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ; ᴛᴇᴀ ɢᴀʀᴅɴᴇʀ ; ʀʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴋᴜʀᴀ | ʜᴄ

ʏᴜɢɪ ᴍᴜᴛᴏᴜ

Ever the sweet gentlemen, it’s almost comical how he initially brushes off his feelings. It’s without a doubt that Yugi won’t immediately recognize his feelings for her.

In all honesty, he sees himself in her and wants nothing more than to protect her and to provide her with a safe haven to go to if things get too rough.

Yugi initially pushes off the emotions as those of a protective brother, but as time passes he slowly begins to realize his sudden infatuation with her. The dorky personality she holds becoming an endearing trait to him.

He’s almost just as awkward-- if not more so when he’s in the midst of confessing to her.

Yugi may not be as brash as his friends, but he isn’t afraid to stand up for her or to tell someone off if they happen to pick on her.

Before establishing their relationship, practically everyone in their friend group had assumed that they were dating. Though when Yugi explained to them they weren’t they interrogated him in regards to his feelings for her.

It was during that time that he fully realized how much she meant to him.

ʏᴀᴍɪ ʏᴜɢɪ

Someone who’ll treat her like an absolute queen. Unlike his counterpart, Yami thrives off of her kind heart and dorky personality. To him, it’s not only sweet and unique to her, but a breath of fresh air upon re-emerging into the world.

He’s a lot more confident with his words and tone. Despite this, he’s just as awkward-- if not more so when the two are alone together. He tends to be a tad more shy and easily embarrassed, and honestly basks in the moments he has with her when they both laugh and joke about the awkward atmosphere.

It is without a doubt that Yami is protective of her. Besides wanting to be a strong influence in her life, he can’t hold back the urge to be her knight in shining armor when he picks out the people choosing to tease or pick on her.

Other then that, he’s strong and obvious in his feelings for her and will do whatever he can to properly portray his emotions. (Even if they can be confusing a majority of the time.)

ᴊᴏᴇʏ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴇʀ

Rambunctious and energetic, Joey doesn’t think much of his emotions for her. Similar to Yugi, he’ll brush it off as sibling love instead of something more.

Though with the consistent teasing from his friends and the obvious jabs they make at him, Joey can’t help but take a moment to reconsider how he truly feels about her.

In any situation that she may be in danger or being picked on, he’s there immediately with anger in his eyes and his fists clenched to sucker punch the first bully he sees.

It’s only after he has a serious sit down talk with Yugi that he finally has a proper idea about how he truly feels about her.

Afterwards, he becomes a lot more flustered and clumsy around her. His gaze is consistently on her, a soft and adoring look that never seems to leave his eyes whenever she speaks.

ᴛʀɪꜱᴛᴀɴ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ

Awkward and a bit of chaotic neutral, Tristan will initially be wary of his emotions. It’s only after another confirmation when he sees her smile at him that he fully embraces the crush he’s garnered.

Unlike his friends, Tristan is not only confident in his emotions and persona, but considerate of the timing and situation that they all may be facing.

Similar to Joey, he’s fiercely protective of her and won’t hesitate to jump right into danger or into a fight that he knows he may not win.

Tristan won’t hesitate to knock some sense into someone who tries to tease or use her as a punching bag. However, instead of going straight in with his fists, he’ll attempt to reason with them before throwing a strong punch.

ᴛᴇᴀ ɢᴀʀᴅɴᴇʀ

Strong willed and sweet, Tea will most likely be unsure of her emotions initially. For her, she’s harbored these feelings for her since they first met and built a solid relationship, and she can’t help but feel conflicted.

Eventually, she comes to terms with her emotions and with the help of the rest of the friend group, she eases into her confession.

Not one for bullying or teasing of any type, Tea is always by her side ready to sharply give a witty comeback if someone attempts to tease her.

It’s without a doubt that Tea absolutely adores her dorky personality, and like the others, finds it absolutely endearing.

ʀʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴋᴜʀᴀ

Soft spoken and shy, Ryou will most likely hold in his emotions after he realizes his crush on her. Due to his past, he’ll feel as though he doesn’t deserve to be with her. Mainly in fear of possibly hurting her, but after hanging around the gang and getting proper consultation and help he’s slowly come out of his shell.

Ryou is consistent with his gentlemen manners, and will show subtle ways of courting her. Though he may not be as outspoken in situations where she’s being picked on, he will most definitely pull her to the side to remind her that she has help and friends who are more than willing to help consolidate the situation.

Similar to Joey, he’ll become a lot more shy and easily flustered around her. Despite this, he tries his very best to uphold a calm facade in order to soak up the happy adorable dorky rays of sunshine that bounce off from her.

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lcnelyghost · 2 years ago

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how about James march trying his best to keep the reader away from the countess, but they eventually start talking and it ends up with the countess manipulating the reader into thinking James doesnt like them? some angst maybe idkkk

I hope u have a great day, Thank u sm!!

ps: i love ur work :)

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰//𝔧𝔭𝔪 ✰

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔵 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔭𝔤

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰

The sound of silence was the only sound present in the Cortez. Everyone was either out, asleep, or just trapped here, remaining in secret for however long they wished to be hidden.

You however, were wide awake in bed, just staring at the ceiling. James lay asleep beside you. His dark chocolate brown hair slightly messed up, a few bits resting upon his forehead. He always looked so peaceful when he was sound. You could never help but to admire his beautiful, sleeping form. With him being a ghost, he didn’t need much sleep. But even the dead got tired at times.

You sighed and slid out of bed, cringing when you saw James stir. You managed to creep quietly to another spot of the room, changing into clean clothes before leaving a note for you’re partner when he woke up.

Dearest James,

I have gone down to the bar for a bit of peace. I may not be here when you wake up, so no need to go looking for me. I will arrive back when i’m fully relaxed.

Love, Y/N.

You finished signing off the note before heading down to the bar. Luckily enough, Liz was still up serving drinks. So you wouldn’t need to help yourself and go a tad bit crazy. Perhaps she’d make sure you were keeping a limit on how much you were drinking.

She smiled at you before placing a glass down, putting in a few bits of ice. You liked when the two of you could talk in the dead hours of night. It was far more peaceful and no one would be able to disturb either of you.

“What are you in the mood for tonight, honey?” Liz asked. You requested you’re choice of beverage and she was busy making it within seconds. In the distance, you could see Sally sitting in one of the booths.

Liz handed you you’re drink and you thanked her gracefully. You took a sip before lighting a cigarette.

“Can’t sleep?” Liz guessed.

You shook you’re head and blew out a cloud of smoke. Not a single soul was in sight but yourself, Liz, and Sally. A chill ran down you’re spine as you listened in to the deadly silence.

“Is anyone else even up at this time?” You questioned. Liz just poured herself a drink and sat on the stool behind the bar.

“Well.. John sometimes comes down. I think Iris is probably sound asleep. And my Tristan always hits the snooze button the minute he lays down.” The two of you giggled. I think most of the ghosts were aware that Tristan LOVED his sleep. Even in death, he still found it incredibly important.

“Oh, and the Countess is always just out or in her room with Donovan or whoever she’s still with these days.” Liz said, swiftly gulping down her beverage. You raised a brow and stared behind her in deep thought.

“Everything ok honey?”

You were quick to snap back into reality. “Oh yeah, yeah. Just.. i’ve never seen her in person.”

Liz nearly choked on the small bag of chips she was now snacking on. “You’ve never seen the Countess?!?”

You awkwardly bit you’re lip. “No..”

Liz sighed a little. “Even.. even Mr March hasn’t mentioned her to you?”

“Nope..”

She looked rather confused but decided to shake it off. You were about to finish you’re drink but you seemed to notice how Liz was staring at the ground floor beneath the bar, paying close attention to the beautiful blonde woman walking through the doors.

“That’s her.”

“Sorry?”

“That’s the Countess.” Liz pointed out, getting herself off of the bar stool and pretending to clean up the minute the Countess caught her looking.

You drank the last of you’re glass before taking a good look at her. Soon enough, the two of you locked eye contact.

She smirked slightly before dismissing the thought of returning to her suite and heading up to the bar. Had you made a mistake by letting her notice you’re presence? You didn’t have a clue. From what you’ve heard of the Countess, you knew she wasn’t one to fuck around with. Be careful with you’re words. Always.

Her heels tapped against the stairs going upwards to the bar. Liz gave you a sort of ‘good luck’ expression before going off to speak to Sally.

She finally entered the bar and you turned you’re back to her, hoping she’d just go back to wherever she was originally planning on going.

That thought ended and you’re bubble was immediately burst. She took a seat on the bar stool next to you, sensing the fear radiating within.

“New face I take it?” She laughed with a slight hint of coldness to her tone, calling for Liz to come over and make her a drink. You saw the friendly, now nervous barmaid whisk out a large, fancy glass containing some sort of red liquid. You assumed it was wine, of course.

You gathered enough courage to face her, forcing a smile. “I’ve been here and there in the Cortez.”

“Hm, so what is it that draws you in to spend you’re time in this place?” The Countess questioned. You thought wisely about what answer you’d give her but just guessed it would be best to tell her the truth. You weren’t exactly threatened by her, but you just didn’t really want to know what she would do if you dared to offend her in any way, shape, or form.

“I stay here for someone who has drawn me in from the very first moment I met him.” You replied, watching her take a sip of her drink. She licked her lips and stared at you with great interest. Playfulness, even.

“Would I care to know this person?”

You sighed. “Maybe. Maybe not..”

She chuckled before signalling to you that she wanted an answer. Now.

“His name is James Patrick March. You may not have heard of him, but he has quite the reputation. So I won’t be surprised if you know who he is.”

She grinned wickedly before giggling softly. You blinked and wondered if telling her was the correct choice to make.

“Yes. As it turns out, i’m aware of who James is.”

You were confused on why she used his first name. You knew the guests and other ghosts only referred to him as Mr March. That was what he expected from all of them.

“Have you met?”

She laughed even further and you began to feel nauseous.

“James and I go way back. Though i’m sure you’re aware that he’s not from you’re timeline.” The Countess whispered. You nodded you’re head gently and didn’t know if you really wanted to find out how the Countess was acquainted with you’re beloved.

“You see, James and I were rather close back in our day. He appeared to have drawn me in with the same darkness I presume he drew you in with. It’s a pity though. Even when he put a ring on my finger, I didn’t entirely know what I was walking into.” Lying bitch. James had been the one to suffer for years due to her unloving and selfish personality. Though, that you had absolutely no clue about.

The minute she finished her last few sentences, you practically choked on you’re cold refill.

“I’m- i’m sorry?” You sputtered. James had a wife?

The Countess laughed again and took a few more sips of her drink. You felt yourself begin to feel like an idiot. James had been wed to her, and you knew nothing about it. He hadn’t mentioned anything that would indicate he had a previous lover. Especially not that his past lover was the Countess..

“I must warn you, he can be quite a handful when he wants to be. In fact, i’m still forced to have atleast one meal with him each month.” She huffed. You looked at her in disbelief. So that’s why James was never ‘available’ to see you on one specific day each month. Well, that’s how Miss Evers had put it.

“I’m guessing you’re aware of his past. I did not support his actions. But, I had to live with them. I tried to tell him about my doubts in our relationship, but I had no choice. I was stuck. I knew James would certainly never let me move forward..” The Countess lied again. Her tone was filled with pure, mock sadness.

You were at a loss for words. You’re.. you’re James was a control freak? If you ever wanted to leave him, he’d hold you captive within the walls of this hellhole?? That wasn’t what had struck you most. It’s the fact that he had been a lover of this woman for so long, and you didn’t even know about it..

I mean what could you possibly do? It was clear she wasn’t fond of him anymore, but was he still madly in love with her? Was he even YOU’RE James? Perhaps he’d been using you on the nights and days he never got to see the Countess.

“I must be getting back to my suite. Just.. keep in mind what I told you.” She grinned again, winking at you before abandoning her drink and leaving.

You sat there, a dreadful feeling of hurt and loneliness slowly passing over you. You’d been lied to. Again. So many men had all sorts of experiences in you’re life, and you thought James might just have been the one that changed everything. Well weren’t you the fool.

Liz came back over to you after she realised the Countess had left. She noticed the lining of tears in you’re eyes, suddenly growing worried.

“Sweetie, is everything alright?”

You fumbled for words. “I.. I need to go..”

You placed a hand over you’re mouth and dashed off. Leaving Liz confused and even more worried than what she was before.

***

You ran from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to get back to you’re suite. You passed Tristan on the way, he was fully clothed but was furiously rubbing at his clearly tired eyes. By the looks of it, he’d just awoken from his slumber.

“Oh hey Y/N..” He yawned, stumbling backwards when you shoved past him, still sobbing.

“Damn, someone’s pissed.” Tristan mumbled sleepily.

***

You finally reached you’re suite and burst through the door. There was no sight of James, so you ran to the bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

Curling up into a ball on the bed, you just sobbed. Sobbed and sobbed and sobbed you’re precious heart out, trying to release some of you’re pain.

James was quick to appear before you, totally stunned and extremely angry in case someone had hurt you.

“Darling! Oh, my darling.. what is wrong?” He said, reaching over to place a hand on you’re shoulder. You only flinched back in pure rage.

“Don’t touch me you bastard!”

James stared at you, wide eyed. He was totally bewildered. What had he done that would have hurt you so?

“I spoke with a familiar face in the bar. Very familiar, actually. You’d certainly know her..”

“Her?” He raised a brow.

“YOU’RE WIFE.”

James looked at you blankly. “Darling.. whatever do you mean?”

You scoffed and flew off the bed, pushing past him. He was quick to follow you into the sitting room.

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean?’ you asshat! You know exactly what I mean, James!” You screamed angrily. Flopping down onto the sofa in you’re fit of rage.

“Dearest please.. I don’t understand..”

You laughed at his foolishness. “The Countess. Does that ring any bells, Jimmy?”

He gulped slightly. You only referred to him as ‘Jimmy’ when you were extremely pissed. Now he knew he was in trouble.

“Dear, this a misunderstanding!” He yelled back. Beginning to grow frustrated with his words not even being acknowledged or listened to.

“James.. I know for a fact that this isn’t a misunderstanding. The Countess told me everything. How you got married, that you wouldn’t let her leave, how you trapped her in here! Is that what you’ll do to me?” You whimpered, noticing the look of hurt on his face.

He took a few steps closer to you and sat on the armchair nearby, sighing.

“My love, you know I would never hurt you. Ever. And as for the Countess, that woman isn’t so perfect herself. Our story.. wasn’t like that at all. I was betrayed, lied to. I thought I had fallen in love but I was so confused.. and desperate for that matter. Elizabeth used me as a distraction. A past lover of hers had passed away, and she felt herself also on the brink of death. So.. I tried so very hard to help the poor dear. Something in her had interested me, so.. I found myself feeling the need to make her happy. But what I didn’t know, was it was all a trick. A cruel, meaningless, trick. Her past lover was still alive and well. He offered to give her something I couldn’t. Immortality. That man had been infected with what appeared to be some sort of ancient blood virus.. something that would make one strong and forever beautiful. Elizabeth agreed to run away with him and his other lover, threatening to leave everything I had with her behind. They were all unaware that I knew all about this wicked plan. I.. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her back. I still craved her touch and the warm feeling of undying love. So, I hid her lover away within the walls of the Cortez. He was trapped. Never to be found again. Just a few years ago.. Elizabeth managed to find out about this news. I didn’t bother hiding it. Whatever I did wouldn’t matter. I was practically abandoned by her so many years ago. All I did was watch as she moved on from man to man, not a single thought going to me at all..”

You looked at him with shock. Feeling nothing but guilt and utter stupidity. The Countess hadn’t been the victim in all this. It was you’re James.. you’re poor, poor James.

“So, my dear. The Countess was not the first woman I fell in love with. It was you..” He whispered, getting up from his chair and kneeling down in front of you.

“Oh James.. oh James!” You cried, wrapping you’re arms around him.

“I’m sorry.. i’m so, so, so sorry!” You cried further. James shushed you gently and pulled out his handkerchief, drying you’re tear stained cheeks.

He pulled you into his touch, kissing you’re lips softly. You returned the kiss, turning it into a more passionate, loving experience.

“Darling..”

“Yes, James?”

“Marry me.”

***

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰!!

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; @v-love (𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔳 𝔬𝔣𝔠)

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