#(putting the first one in a heart-shaped locket.)

[russellius]

GEORGE RUSSELL Friday | 2023 SAUDI ARABIAN GP © Mark Sutton

[grimesthinker]

cw: fluff, basically daryl being soft for you. (fem!reader x daryl dixon) 776 wc

DARYL DIXON had no idea what to do when it came to someone like you. to say the least, he didn’t quite understand you. you had proved countless times you could take care of yourself, so you weren’t weak by any means. still, there were small things that made him really question you.

after daryl’s group got settled into alexandria, they had many new faces to meet, including yours. even though he wouldn’t admit it, daryl was instantly drawn to you. with rosy cheeks, long eyelashes and an innocent smile, he just couldn’t help it. he began to notice small things about you, like the clothes and accessories you wore. although your closet was obviously limited, you always tried your best to make your appearance seem fuller. sometimes you found pieces of cloth or silk, to which you would make bows out of to place in your hair. sometimes you made jewelry, even making a bracelet for daryl. you weren’t really expecting him to wear it, but he did.

one day, you asked daryl if you could join him on a supply run. “nah, i ain’t babysittin’.” he said in a grainy voice as he lit the cigarette between his lips. you didn’t let up though, using those big puppy-dog eyes to plead with him. “damnit girl, don’t ‘ya ever listen?” he grunted, but eventually gave in.

on the way back, unknowingly to both of you, a walker that been stuck in the leaves grabs your shoe and causes you to trip. daryl quickly shoots the creature with an arrow and helps you up. he watches as you grab his hand and gain back your balance. he can tell you’re flustered, as your cheeks grow darker than normal and you fail to meet his eyes. a shy thing, you could be sometimes. he studies you as you thank him and stutter an apology for not watching where you step.

instinctively, you touch your neck where your necklace rests, only there’s no necklace. panic begins to build and daryl can see it written all over your face. “you okay?” you look up at him, shaking your head. “my necklace…” your hand begins to shake a little, and daryl realizes. you’ve worn the same necklace since he first met you, a rusty gold chain with a heart shaped locket. he heard you speak about it to carl once, explaining how it had a picture of your family in it. you drop to your knees and start looking for it, daryl about to join you when you both hear growling in the distance. a herd is coming your way, daryl realizes and touches your shoulder. “hey kid, we gotta go.” he tells you, but you shake your head and continue to search. daryl watches as the herd moves closer, his frustration building as you’re putting yourself in danger. “get yer ass up girl, we gotta go.” he pulls you up, yet his gaze softens when he sees the tears that have already fell down your soft cheeks. “daryl, i can’t-“ you start, but he’s already pulling you both out of the way of the herd and back to alexandria.

a few days pass, and all daryl can think about is you and that damn necklace. you haven’t been the same since you guys returned, and everyone has noticed. usually, you’re the most talkative person in alexandria, but recently you’ve only been speaking when you have to. daryl winces when he thinks about it, absolutely hating the fact that you’re any kind of upset. after stealing a glance of you through your window and seeing the sullen expression on your face, he grabs his crossbow and heads into the woods. a couple hours later, he finds himself standing at your doorstep.

he knocks, and you answer with a soft smile. “hi daryl.”

“uh,” he clears his throat, holding his hand out with the gold necklace in it. “i had to fix the chain but the locket is still intac-“ you cut him off as you throw your arms around his neck and embrace him with a hug. “daryl!” his eyes widen as he stands, unsure what to do with his own arms as he registers the body pressed against his own. “thankyouthankyouthankyou!” you pull back, taking the necklace from his hand and clasping it around your neck. you look down at it before you place a kiss on daryl’s cheek. his stubble tickles you and you give a slight giggle, pulling him in for another hug. he’s taken back at first, but eventually wraps his own hands around your frame.

“you sure are stronger than ‘ya look, huh, girl?”

[jjungkookislife]

Be My Valentine

❥ pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

❥ genre: established relationship, college au, [18+]

❥ summary: You've got something special planned for your first Valentine's Day with your boyfriend

❥ wc: 1.3k

❥ warnings: food mention, lots of fluff, lots of kisses, Build-A-Bear date

❥ date: February 14, 2024

read part one here ♡

Jungkook couldn’t contain the smile that lit up his face when he saw you walking toward him. He was sitting beside Jimin at the cafe at your favorite table, right by the glass wall so you could people-watch. 

The weather was chilly for mid-February, the last dregs of winter hanging on. Snow flurries fell from the sky, melting before they hit the ground. 

Jimin was waiting for Taehyung to get out of class so the two could meet the rest of your friends at the bar near campus. 

“You’re the only one of us who has a date for Valentine’s Day. What are you guys doing?” Jimin asks, wiggling his brows suggestively. 

Jungkook shoved him playfully. “Shut up.”

Jimin laughs as he raises his coffee to his lips and takes a sip. 

Jungkook knows he has a minute or so before you arrive so he tells Jimin his plans for tonight. 

“I’m making her favorite dinner tonight. We’re decorating heart-shaped cakes for dessert, and I got her a locket with a photo Grandmother Jeon took of us when I asked darling to be my girl.” 

“Ooh, romantic,” Jimin sighs happily. “I’m sure she’ll love it all.”

Jungkook rises as you walk through the door. A smile appears on your face the moment you spot your boyfriend as he meets you halfway. 

He hugs you tight, kissing your lips as he takes your backpack off your shoulder. 

“I got you a hot chocolate,” he informs you as he pulls out a chair for you. 

Jimin waves when you sit down. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you greet as he hands you a brownie. “Thanks!”

“It’s the least I could do after you baked cookies for us,” Jimin grins. “They were delicious.”

“They were,” Jungkook agrees as he shows you his phone. 

A photo of the heart-shaped cookie that says ‘Be Mine’ is on the screen. 

“I assumed this one was mine,” he giggles as he leans in to kiss your cheek. 

“Of course not,” Jimin giggles. “It was for me.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes as his girlfriend laughs and shakes her head. “Sure, Min.”

“Knew it,” Jimin smirks as he grabs his belongings. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Have a nice evening and save me any candy or baked goods for tomorrow. We’ll hit the candy sales in the early morning.”

“Of course!” You nod enthusiastically. Jimin blows you a kiss and cackles when Jungkook intercepts it as he leaves. 

“Ready?” Jungkook asks once you finish your drink and brownie. You nod as you wipe your mouth with a napkin and clean up. 

Jungkook takes your hand in his, smiling when you shiver from the chilly air. 

The drive to Jungkook’s apartment is short. You get comfy as Jungkook takes out the ingredients for dinner. 

The two of you work effortlessly side by side to make dinner, sharing bites of food in between. 

After dessert, Jungkook hands you a small gift box with a pretty purple bow. He grins as he watches you tug on the ribbon, setting it aside before you lift the lid of the box.

“It’s beautiful!” You gasp when you see the locket nestled safely inside on a bed of velvet. 

“Open it,” Jungkook grins, too excited to contain himself. 

You open the locket and see the photo of you two kissing in the snow. You smile, wiping the few stray tears that roll down your cheeks. 

Jungkook helps put the locket on you. Your fingers trace the beautiful pattern as your heart flutters. 

Slowly, you turn to face Jungkook. His doe eyes sparkle when you smile at him, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that makes your toes curl. 

Three special words sit on your tongue heavily. You’ve wanted to say them for a few weeks now but the worry of rushing head first made you uneasy. Deep in your heart, you knew Jungkook was it for you. You’d never want anyone else. 

Jungkook cups your face, kissing your nose, your lips, your jaw, and finally where the locket rests on your skin. 

His touch is gentle, his kisses sultry as he restrains himself from saying what he wants to. Hell, he wanted you to move in with him the first night back home but you’d already spent money on your dorm for the semester and he didn’t want to rush anything. However, you would have gladly packed up and moved in if he had asked. 

You spend most of your nights in his bed anyway. 

Jungkook giggles when you boop his nose. He scrunches it when you do it again and by the third time, he’s gently nibbling on your fingertip. 

He should tell you.

He knows he should but fear wraps around him like tentacles ready to drag him into the dark abyss. Perhaps it’s not the right time but when is the right time to tell someone you love them?

Today? Tomorrow? Three months from now?

Jungkook shakes his head, pushing his thoughts away. 

“I scheduled us for Build-A-Bear tonight,” you surprised Jungkook, showing him the certificate. 

Jungkook’s face lights up, nearly running to the front door in his excitement. You giggle as you put your shoes on and your coat, kissing Jungkook’s cheek as he grabs his scarf and wraps it around himself. He grabs a matching one for you, kissing your nose when he’s done putting it on you. 

By the time you arrive at the store, Jungkook’s excitement has doubled. 

You head inside with him with his hand in yours. The two of you take your time picking out your stuffed animals. You head over to the machine to record a message. 

“You go over there and I’ll go over here,” you instruct as you take Jungkook’s voice box with you. 

Jungkook chuckles as he does as he’s told. He holds the voice box in his hand and clearly says, “I love you, darling.”

He’s nervous as he meets you at the stuffing center. You’re smiling brightly as you wait for your turn. Jungkook pulls you to him, careful not to jostle the bear in your arms. 

“I’m glad we’re here,” Jungkook whispers, kissing your cheek after. 

“I wanted you to have a special bear from me,” you smile, as you lean into him. 

Your turn comes and you’re handed a red heart and asked to make a wish before they take your bear and the heart to stuff it. 

Jungkook waits for his bear beside you before you head over to pick out matching outfits. 

Once you’re back at his place, Jungkook takes his bear out of his box while you do the same. 

“What did you record for me?” You ask with a smile as you hold your bear in your lap. 

Jungkook is nervous again, he can feel heat rush to his cheeks as he holds his bear to his chest. He’s about to speak when he accidentally squeezes his bear’s paw and your voice clearly says, “I love you, Jungkook.”

You squeal, covering your face. 

“You weren’t supposed to hear that yet!” You giggle, embarrassment evident in your tone. 

Jungkook chuckles, pressing the paw once more to hear the words again. His heart sings as he looks at you, setting his bear on the side. 

Slowly, Jungkook takes your hands off your face. He takes one of your hands in his and moves it to your bear’s paw. He makes you squeeze the paw, his cheeks rosy pink as his recorded voice says, “I love you, darling.”

Giddiness washes over you as you cup his face, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. Jungkook melts into the kiss, butterflies swirling in his belly as you climb on top of him to straddle his hips. 

Your forehead pressed against his, a coy smile on your lips. “I love you.”

Jungkook doesn’t think there’s a better feeling than this. To love and be loved. 

“I love you, baby,” Jungkook whispers as he kisses you again, his hands on your hips as he drinks you in. 

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more, my love.”

© jjungkookislife - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes Youtube. 

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soft!sebastian headcannons - Christmas edition

Author's Note: happy holidays to all who celebrate! i've been making decorations and gathering gifts for my friends, and these thoughts have been floating around and demanding that i write them down :)

when he was little his parents told him that Santa Claus put coal into the stockings of naughty children. a few days before Christmas he and Anne were playing gobstones when she beat him in record time, and he swears she cheated. his twin denied this, of course, but he decided to take justice into this own hands. after everyone had gone to bed, little Seb had toddled downstairs to the fireplace. his magic was beginning to come in spurts; there wasn’t enough of it to channel through a wand, but his power sensed what he was trying to do and obliged. he watched as a still-smoldering chunk of coal floated over to Anne’s stocking, plopped inside, and promptly set it ablaze. nobody was harmed in the incident, but his parents later dedicated hours charming every inch of the house to be fireproof

once, before he began officially courting you, he felt incredibly jealous on Christmas eve. the annual Slytherin holiday party had been raging for hours, and would continue for many more. you, Ominis, and Sebastian had settled onto a plush carpet before the fireplace with three mugs of eggnog spiked with cheap firewhiskey. Ominis drained half his mug in one go, and emerged with a sizeable foam mustache. he was either too drunk to notice, or didn’t care, but either way Sebastian teased him for it. his laughter quickly died off as you gently wiped the foam from his top lip and licked it from your finger. Ominis had the sense to blush profusely, but Sebastian had seethed

by the next Christmas you are several months along into your courtship. he works nightly shifts for Sirona for weeks to save up for your gift. it’s a beautiful locket made of goblin metal (he commissioned it from a goblin artisan Sirona had told him about. after fifth-year he felt ashamed of his prejudices against goblins and has been trying to better himself). he’s pasted a picture of himself inside, and the exterior has an intricate carving of the Sallow family crest

he is absolutely the type of guy to kiss you under every mistletoe within a five-foot radius. if there are none in sight, he’ll simply conjure some on the spot

he never wears a hat when it’s snowing. despite the fact that the Scottish winters are brutal and he runs the risk of catching a cold, he refuses. Ominis scolds him every time, but he thinks it’s worth it when you take the time to brush the snowflakes from his curls on your walks to Hogsmeade

he has a love-hate relationship with baking gingerbread cookies. the whole process feels too much like being in potions. his patience isn’t long enough for all the measuring, mixing, and waiting for the biscuits to bake. he’d much rather pilfer treats from the kitchens, but when he sees how excited you are he makes it his mission to like the infernal process. you’ve conjured a lovely little kitchen in the room of requirement, and he’s all too happy to enchant the piano in the corner to play Christmas melodies

he absolutely makes a mess and then chases you around the table with flour-covered hands

his favorite part is cutting the dough into shapes. your cookies are impeccable, an army of gingerbread mooncalves, snowmen, and nifflers waiting to be slid into the oven. he tries to shape his into hearts. they look alright at first, but after baking they’ve melded into a series of blobs. he’s about to tell you to throw them out when you delightedly exclaim that they look just like the little puffskeins you’ve been caring for. he calls the night a success and you fall asleep together in front of the fireplace with a now-empty cookie plate beside you

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Taglist:@mlktea13, @mrsbrookesallow, @ithinkweallsing, @snickette, @crispywiz

[angelanderson]

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TRINKETS- ELLIE WILLIAMS (fluff/100% sfw)

⚠️: men and minors dni. here’s the ellie williams fluff we’ve all wanted! short & sweet & not sad ♡ enjoy! xoxo (kinda edited)

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it almost could be considered a shrine of sorts at this point. your girlfriend frequently brought you back things from patrol— she either thought you’d like it or if it reminded her of you. ellie lived for the way your eyes would light up when she showed you something she brought back just for you.

the first item ellie ever brought you back was a simple golden locket. heart-shaped and engraved with flowers around the edges. you made ellie pose for a polaroid picture, which you ended up gluing into the locket. you always wear the necklace, telling ellie it means she’s always close to your heart, no matter how far apart you may be that day. it’s simply your most prized possession.

the second gift is one that lives on your bed. ellie had brought you back a pink stuffed rabbit about a month into your relationship. she heard how worried you’d be while she was gone, so she got you a buddy to help with the anxiety. she even lets you spray it with her cologne when you get too upset about her leaving. while you still worry, you now feel calmer on your nights alone with a piece her to cuddle with. ellie definitely doesn’t keep a polaroid picture of you sleeping with it in her pocket to look at on patrols. definitely not.

another gift came soon after a drunken confession. it was spilled that you wish you could paint your nails like in the old magazines passed around jackson. dina had agreed with you, “yeah, i think i could definitely pull off a deep red color. it’d be cool to do.” unbeknownst to you, ellie had spent three months worth of patrols trying to find you some nail polish. forest fairy green, golden goose, sparkly pony pink, pink panthers, wine o’clock red, in bloom blue, and black 01 were given to you one wednesday after her patrol. you started crying after giggling about the silly names. “why are you crying? do you feel okay?” ellie frantically searched your face. you smiled through your tears, “i love you so much. i just can’t believe you remembered.” she kissed your forehead, “anything for my best girl. love you always.” safe to say you shared your red with dina so you could have matching nails with your friend.

the most recent post-patrol gift given to you was a cookbook. ellie had explained her and jesse explored an old bookstore, leading to some fun discoveries. after coming to jackson, it was soon discovered by everyone that you were massively talent when it came to cooking. plus, you’ve always taken pride in cooking dinner for both you and ellie. cooking together was also a favorite of both of yours. you’ve shared many wine and cooking date nights together.

committed to going on patrol one day to return the favor, you had finally convinced ellie to let you go on a safe supply run with jesse. it only took you five months of begging. ellie almost cried tears of happiness when you brought her back a leather bound journal. she had immediately noticed the three page long love letter, lipstick kiss, and polaroid picture of you two you’d put in the first few pages. to say it quickly became her most prized possession would be an under statement. she took it around with her frequently. it was her second little reminder of you when you two were apart. a lot of pages held little physical moments of your love together. she couldn’t have ever asked for a better gift or girlfriend.

[quack-quack-snacks]

Star Crossed - Chapter 2

| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

The Star Crossed Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

Warnings: Zombies, gore, normal AOUAD things Word Count: 6,347

As you leaned your head back against the tree trunk, the rhythmic beat of your favorite song playing through your ears and the rest of the world canceled out, you didn’t notice the horde getting closer.

Su-hyeok was running down the hall after searching practically the entire school and still not finding you. Telling his friends he was going to go play basketball to spare himself some time to find and talk to you seemed like a good idea when the world wasn’t ending but now he was just even more lost with what he should do.

There was no way he wasn’t going to keep looking for you. No. He would rather die than leave you all alone in a zombie fucking apocalypse. Knowing you and how you shared a habit of listening to your music too loud at all times with Nam-ra, you wouldn’t hear the screams even if they were right next to your ears.

He was going to find you and keep you safe if it’s the last thing he did.

Everything seemed to be going wrong today; first, Hyeon-ju had been kidnapped by the science teacher and passed out in the middle of class; second, On-jo confesses to him on the stairway; then, he finds out his classmates have turned into blood thirsty, flesh eating monsters and he can’t seem to find you no matter where he looks.

So much for confessing on her birthday.

He had been planning the day for months.

He was going to take you to the roof - which he’d gained access to earlier that morning to put a set of picnic required items in a cooler - then he would stop you at the door after class and ask you to have lunch with him - just the two of you - which he was sure even if you were hesitant about he would be able to convince you that he didn’t care about how others saw him and you would give in.

After that, he would cover your eyes and walk you up the stairs, you would laugh that soft laugh of yours when he would purposely walk you in zig-zags and do 180s just for more time with you.

Then, he would finally lead you up to the roof where a bouquet of flowers would be resting against the wall in the corner. The two of you would eat and drink the foods he provided and he would ask you to skip the rest of the day with him to just sit on the roof and talk with each other. You would say yes, you could never say no to him and hating school was just a way to guarantee his win.

After a while, he would confess.

He would’ve already handed you the bouquet so instead he would give you your birthday present. It was a simple small heart shaped locket that he had put some dried, flattened flowers into; small ones so they could still be visible and not need to be squished down even more. The other side of the locket would be empty, if/when you accepted his confession, he was hoping you two would fill it with a photo of the two of you.

The present came with a card but he would’ve told you to open the present first. After you opened it and he placed it around your neck, his fingers lightly skimming your neck as he clicked the latch in place, he would tell you to open the card.

He drew the card himself, it was a photo of you holding a flower with the locket around your neck and a soft smile on your face. The inside was decorated with drawings of flowers that surrounded the neat handwriting which displayed his feelings like lyrics of a love song.

Just as you’d start to read it, he would start saying each word he’d written down, spending countless hours practicing the exact words he had written down in front of the mirror. In his head he would say it perfectly with no stutters or awkward pauses where he would have to try and remember the words but he was sure he would mess up in some way. You had that effect on him. You made him nervous and confident. You made him excited and calm. You made him laugh and cry.

God, he was so in love with you.

And now I might never get to tell her that.

He almost physically slapped himself at the thought, not being able to even think about the possibility of you not surviving.

He had one more stop where he thought to go, and that was the cherry blossom tree in the garden. It was where the two of you would meet for lunch on the days where he could convince you to hang out with him during school hours.

It recently became a more popular place to go since it was the time of the year where the leaves fell and cherry blossom flowers and petals littered the ground to show a beautiful yet tragic sight. Ever since more people showed up, you’d told him you shouldn’t meet there anymore. He’d felt devastated when you told him that. He was sure you’d meant you never wanted to hang out with him again until you clarified that the two of you would just have to find another secret space where you could share your private lunch times.

Finally arriving and just barely missing a zombie that was running full speed toward him through a hallway that ran perpendicular to his. Luckily for him, although it made him feel sick to his stomach, the zombie with which he’d just escaped had found another target and was running toward it, completely forgetting Su-hyeok’s existence. As he exited the school doors and went into the garden area, he saw you sitting with your head lightly bobbing and gently hitting itself against the trunk of the tree you were resting against. Your headphones were in just as he’d predicted them to be and if he weren’t in a life or death situation, he would’ve wanted to stay right there and watch you for hours.

The sun shone through the leaves of the tree above you beautifully and landed on your cheeks and made you look heavenly. Your body was dressed in your normal uniform but somehow you made it look like it was being worn by a model down a runway.

He ran toward you and grabbed your hand, quickly pulling you up despite the way you flinched and smacked his arm in fright. He started running down the opposite way he came from, this time with you in tow and him grabbing onto your hand tightly, afraid if he let go he would lose you forever. Running through the halls, the two of you arrived at the glass bridge that connected the two buildings of the school. As you ran down, you passed Nam-ra who was also unaware of the situation going on around her because of her headphones. Yanking yourself free from Su-hyeok’s grip, you ran back to grab onto her hand and pull her with you before you reconnected yours and Su-hyeok’s hands as the three of you ran.

After seeing how the school’s gardener, who’d been trimming the bushes before shit went down, fell off his ladder and onto his garden shears before being pounced on by zombies, you noticed an opportunity with the ladder. Releasing the hands of both people who protested worriedly at the loss of contact, you rushed over to grab the ladder and prop it up against the wall so the three of you could climb it into what you knew was your homeroom class. At the beginning of the year you’d placed some small stickers in the corner and they’d been there ever since. Grabbing onto the ladder, you motioned for Su-hyeok to climb up it which he started to protest to until you grabbed him by his shirt and forced him to start climbing the first couple of steps, you did the same with Nam-ra who held a look of protest on her face but did not physically or verbally state it. After both of your friends had started climbing the ladder and Su-hyeok had managed to get the window open, you started climbing yourself until you felt a grip hold onto your shoe, trying to pull you back.

You turned back to see it was the gardener who’d only been killed a minute or two ago. It made your eyes widen before you used the ladder as support behind you and kicked him in the chest using your other foot. Once he’d fallen back, you wasted no time in climbing up the ladder, especially at your friends’ panicked yells of your name. As you reached the last few steps of the ladder and Su-hyeok grabbed onto your hands, you suddenly felt the stability of the ladder beneath you falling. Using the last bit of ground, you launched yourself into the air and grabbed ahold of the edge of the window with all your might. Su-hyeok and Nam-ra rushed to pull you in.

Once you’d made it safely inside and landed on your feet, Su-hyeok started frantically searching your body for any wounds, bite or not. After satisfying himself that you only had a few bruises that looked a couple days old, he pulled you into a tight hug with his head buried into the top of your head.

“This is why I always tell you to lower your music, dumbass,” he breathed in a whisper only meant for you while he held your shaking body. For the first few minutes of running, you didn’t even know why you were running until you finally took you headphones off and looked behind you and saw the two of you being chased by students with blood running down their chins while others were eating the flesh off the bones of other students who were screaming bloody murder.

It was quite a shock.

“Yeah. Like you would have predicted this. Mr. Big Psychic Guy,” you sarcastically retorted but your voice shook and he hugged you harder.

“It’s just like Train to Busan,” Cheong-san said as he looked at his friend holding you with mixed emotions. He wasn’t sure how to feel about seeing his best friend hugging the school bully’s little sister yet.

“Holy shit,” Dae-su exclaimed as he dropped to the floor while wiping the rest of his face from the fire extinguisher’s foam.

After a while when you’d calmed down a bit and gave an appreciative smile to Su-hyeok, you noticed the group searching around for a phone.

“See if it’s there,” Wu-jin told Joon-hyeong while they searched through people’s backpacks.

“It’s not here either,” Joon-yeong groaned.

As they started talking about how the zombies weren’t able to open doors, you started walking over to your own bag before Nam-ra tugged on your sleeve. Turning around, you gave her a smile and pulled her into a hug. The other kids were too worried with their own problems and searches to notice but Su-hyeok did and he smiled before going to look for a phone with the others.

After releasing Nam-ra, you placed your hands on her upper arms and gave a comforting squeeze before going over to your own bag. Pulling out your phone, you hesitated before speaking up.

“Uh… guys,” everyone looked up at you as soon as you spoke and you held your phone up for them to see. “Here.”

Cheong-san slowly came up to you and grabbed the phone from your extended hand with a slight nod of appreciation. The phone was already unlocked when he grabbed it and he immediately went to the call app to call 112.

Cheong-san brought the phone up to his head as he called.

“Hello? This is Hyosan High School! A ton of zombies showed up at lunch, and they’re eating people.”

You slapped your head in annoyance. “Idiot, they won’t believe you if you say zombies,” you whispered to him.

“Then what?” He questioned in an annoyed voice.

“They won’t believe you!” On-jo told him and slapped his arm lightly.

“Did you happen to see the movie Train to Busan?” He asked the dispatcher and you just groaned and walked away.

Going over to sit on your desk, Su-hyeok came over to sit on Nam-ra’s which was beside you. Right as he was about to speak, all of the zombies started running in one direction.

“What?”

“Where are they going?”

“Why are they leaving?”

Everyone started speaking at once.

“They probably heard or saw someone,” you said quietly and reached into your bag to grab the pocket knife Gwi-nam gave you to put on your keychain.

“Better to always have one just in case of emergency. Just don’t get caught with it.” He’d told you as he gave you the knife along with a pepper spray that was your favorite color.

You’d kept them in your bag ever since.

Gyeong-su opened the door to look outside and Su-hyeok ran over to yank him back inside.

“What are you doing, moron? Close it!” He exclaimed and the boy complied immediately.

“Okay, fine. You scared me!” Su-hyeok slapped his back a few times to reassure himself and Gyeong-su that they were both fine.

On-jo walked over to Cheong-san with a desperate look on her face and she held her own hands to stop them from shaking. “And the police?”

Cheong-san hesitated before repeating back what the dispatcher told him. “He said they’ll come,” he sounded unsure.

“Did they believe you?” Gyeong-su asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice but you could tell it wasn’t aimed at Cheong-san. “What if they think it's a prank and decide not to come?”

“Well, then try again!” Na-yeon stood up abruptly and yelled. “And tell them to hurry up!” She yelled.

“Na-yeon,” you said in a monotone voice from your spot still sitting on your desk. She turned around to look at you and froze when she saw your blank stare. “Shut up, you’ll attract the zombies.”

Nobody could blame her for her reaction, you looked very intimidating. You were sitting on the table with your elbows supporting your body on your knees while you flicked your knife open and closed. She gulped then nodded and stopped talking. On-jo grabbed the phone from Cheong-san and called 112 again, this time with a different strategy.

“Hi. Hello, sir. Do you know Captain Nam So-ju from Rescue Team One?” She tried. You knew her father was a firefighter, having heard her talk about him as well as seen him pick her up from school in his uniform a few times.

There was a pause as the dispatcher talked on the other end of the line. The voice could be heard from him but it was too quiet to understand. “Captain Nam So-ju is my father. Please tell him to hurry over to my school.”

Su-hyeok and Gyeong-su both turned around when they heard her talking. “Who is she calling?” You could hear Gyeong-su ask but Su-hyeok just shrugged his shoulders.

“There's a fire.”

At that, everyone’s attention focused on On-jo and what she was saying.

“Hyosan High School, classroom 2-5. Hurry up. The fire is massive.”

With that, the call ended and she turned back to the rest of you. Cheong-san walked over to stand next to her and look out the window to the field where hundreds of students wandered, their souls now gone and replaced with emotionless, hungry beasts.

“No one’s coming?” Su-hyeok asked as he came up behind him. You decided you couldn’t just sit around anymore and you stood up to stand on the other side of Su-hyeok and look out the window.

As Cheong-san stayed silent, you noticed something over at the gate. It looked like a bus.

“Is that a bus?”

“I think something’s happening at the gate.”

You and Cheong-san spoke out at the same time.

Na-yeon, who had been having a panic attack and had her head in her hands for the past few minutes, stood up. “Let’s call the cops again. Get them to listen.”

On-jo looked at her with a worried expression. “I am, but they won’t pick up.”

Na-yeon breathed heavily and for a second you felt bad, feeling the need to comfort her, until she walked up to where Nam-ra was sitting with a face that arrogantly showed her blaming the situation on her.

“Hey,” she started but Nam-ra showed no reaction. “Do something. Tell Ms. Park to come and help.” Nam-ra still showed no reaction. “Do something!”

“Do what exactly?” Su-hyeok asked, absolutely done with her bullshit and how she seemed to place the blame on everyone around her.

“I don’t know. Anything!” She said desperately, her voice rising before she remembered your words and shot you an almost apologetic glance. She looked back at the girl who was still sitting, staying silent and listening to how she was being berated. “What have you done as class president?”

Min-ji grabbed onto her arm from behind her. “Stop it,” she pleaded but Na-yeon just yanked her arm away from her grip.

Nam-ra stood up and walked so she was standing directly in front of Na-yeon.

“Teacher’s office?” She asked with a hint of a mocking tone in her voice. “So you just want me to leave now?”

There was a moment of silence as the two girls glared at each other. “Well, if you’re offering.” Na-yeon said and you took a step forward before Su-hyeok placed his arm in front of you to stop you from going any further. He gave you a look and you knew almost exactly what he was saying.

Nam-ra can hold her own, she’s strong.

“You told me to do something,” Nam-ra started again. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Stop it, you two!” On-jo begged from her place in front of the window. You could see how she tried to slowly inch away from you ever so often and you just dug your nails into your palms to stop the hurt from building.

You liked On-jo. You really did. She seemed like such a good friend who, if you could get to know her and she could get to know you, the two of you would be good friends.

“She’s only saying that because you’re class president,” On-jo tried to defend Na-yeon’s words even though she didn’t really deserve it.

“Yeah. You are, right?” Dae-su asked and you just rolled your eyes as everyone started to know her as the class president and ask for her help only when the world was ending.

“So just be patient, okay?” Wu-jin jumped in and told her. Nam-ra looked over at the two of them and Wu-jin comically grabbed Dae-su’s chin and forced him to look the other way while he also did.

“So stupid,” she said, shaking her head slightly in annoyance. She shot you a look and saw you were feeling the exact same thing. Although she wouldn’t say it out loud, she was happy she had at least one person who seemed to be on her side. “Typical.”

“What’s typical?” On-jo asked and Nam-ra turned around to look at her, a sarcastic smile gracing her lips.

“Now that we are in this mess, I’m your class president?” She berated.

On-jo looked guilty at her words but she held eye-contact.

Trying to cut the tension, Su-hyeok started to mediate the situation. “We called the police, so I’m sure we’ll be fine soon.”

Na-yeon whined and jumped up and down a bit like a toddler not getting her way. “But no one’s coming!”

“Enough already. We’re all scared too!” Ji-min exclaimed, getting up from her seat and only just being stopped by Hyo-ryung and Min-ji.

“That’s why I’m telling them to call!” Na-yeon screamed back at her.

“Why don’t you do it, then?” Ji-min challenged.

“Ladies, ladies, can you just stop the whining?” Gyeong-su let out exasperatedly from his spot blocking the door. You rolled your eyes at the tone of his voice but decided not to say anything.

“Oh, now you’re butting in, shithead?” Na-yeon turned around to face him.

Okay, nevermind I’m not staying out of it.

You walked over to the two of them as Gyeong-su walked away from the door to stand in front of Na-yeon.

“What? Did you just call me a shithead? Call me a shitheaed, you shithead,” he exclaimed and Wu-jin along with Dae-su ran over to hold him back from starting a fight while Min-ji wrapped her arms around Na-yeon to do the same.

The boys holding onto Gyeong-su just told him to let it go and not listen to her while you stood a few feet away, waiting for the situation to go from bad to worse.

Su-hyeok pointed at the door while telling Gyeong-su to go back. “Hold the door. I said hold the door.”

Seeing the boys not moving, you decided to go over yourself and to hold the door when a familiar face came rushing in before closing the door behind him.

“Coach Kang,” you said.

The man’s eyes scanned the room with a suspicious look before he asked, “Are you guys okay?” A few of the students nod but most just stayed still. Kang let out a deep breath of relief before Gyeong-su ran up to him.

“What about you? You weren’t bitten?”

“No. Of course not. I’m- I’m all right,” there was something about the way he hesitated when saying he was fine that made you stand on guard and put your hand into your pocket where you stored your knife. “Hey, guys. Let’s block the door first.”

All of the students started helping push the desks in front of the door but you just stood back as you watched Kang and the way he moved, there was a slight stutter in his steps, like he was struggling for control over his body.

You started to think you were being paranoid until suddenly you heard I-sak say something to On-jo.

“On-jo, look,” she said and pointed to Coach Kang.

“What?” On-jo asked, still confused on what her friend was telling her.

“There. His arm.” She pointed right at a bite that was on his right arm and On-jo gasped.

“Coach Kang,” On-jo spoke softly. “Your arm.”

The coach just looked at them irritated. “What are you doing? Come help us!”

Knowing On-jo would have trouble with standing up against a teacher, you took the initiative to tell the others.

“Coach Kang, you have a bite on your arm!” You walked in front of the two girls and pushed them behind you while firmly gripping your knife in your pocket.

Everyone else backed away from the man as he stared at his own bite mark in shock.

“He said he wasn’t bitten,” Gyeong-su said in slight denial.

“No, no I, I wasn’t bitten,” he tried desperately to cover his arm where the bite mark was in an attempt to make it seem as if it wasn’t there. As if, if you couldn’t see it, it didn’t exist.

“It’s a bite mark,” On-jo told him.

“I said it isn’t. Don’t talk back to me. Okay?” He exclaimed, getting angrier by the second and you gently pushed the girls even further behind you.

“It looks like you were really bitten,” I-sak spoke up from behind you and you could hear the slight tremor in her voice.

“I wasn’t! How many times must I tell you?” Coach Kang yelled at her and took a step forward so you also took a step forward.

“You should go,” You told him in an strangely calm voice considering the situation.

“Then why the hell are you hiding it? Just show it to us!” I-sak spoke up again and Kang tried to step around you but you just pushed him back by his shoulders and he stumbled for a second before regaining his balance.

“Why… you little bitch. How dare you disrespect me!”

I-sak took a step forward and grabbed your arm to pull you back a bit. Her voice got more quiet as she spoke again. “I think you should leave right now.”

“What?”

“Get out of here immediately.”

“You want me to go out there?” He pointed toward the door where a few zombies walked past the window. “After all I did to get here? You want me to go back out?”

“You were bitten,” she said while breathing heavily in fear. “Come on, get out.” There was a moment of silence before she yelled, “I said get out now!”

“Cocksucker! How dare you yell at me like that?” He stared at her as he spoke and his face continuously got sweatier as the seconds passed. As he took a step forward, On-jo pulled I-sak back as you took a step forward to protect them. You were unknowing to the faces of the girls behind you as you were too busy protecting them but they were shocked. They thought you would be more like your brother who would only care about his own safety - along with yours, everyone knew how overprotective he was of you - but here you were, protecting them with your life. Coach Kang looked at you with annoyance but focused his attention on I-sak.

“You little… Get over here. Come here,” He seemed to be getting angrier and everyone was on edge. “Now!” I-sak continued to remain still. “You won’t come? Hey.” He started advancing forward and Su-hyeok rushed forward to push you back as Dae-su went to push Kang back but was held back by Wu-jin.

“Get the fuck back,” you yelled at him as he tried to get around you and Su-hyeok tried to pull you back.

“You know, you have been getting on my nerves. How dare you not listen to me. I am your teacher and I demand respect!” He yelled at you.

“Respect is earned motherfucker. I won’t respect you until you show me you deserve it,” you told him and he looked positively fuming.

“You will respect me!” He took a step forward as you were yanked back by Su-hyeok who was pulled back by On-jo who looked at the two of you with a weird gleam in her eyes. Suddenly, his nose started bleeding and he turned away as he wiped it away.

Before you could stop her, On-jo ran from behind you and hit the man over the head with a backpack.

He turned around with a silent anger. Cheong-san pulled On-jo behind him as Kang started walking toward her. “You fucking bitch,” he spoke, raising his hand like he was going to slap her before falling flat on his face.

“I think he really was bitten,” Gyeong-su said stupidly and you just looked at him with an exasperated look. “Guys, we should get out of here as soon as possible.”

Kang twitched on the ground and you tried to pull away from Su-hyeok to go toward him and prepare to stab him but Su-hyeok wrapped his arms around your waist and shoulders and you couldn’t move no matter how you squirmed.

“Hey. Hey! He’s turning!”

The coach’s bones cracked and crunched as he rolled around on the floor and turned from one type of monster to another.

“Get him out of here! Hurry!” Na-yeon yelled as she shut her eyes closed tightly and covered her ears. For once you agreed with her and couldn’t find it in you to tell her to shut up. “Hurry! Throw him out!”

The coach had finally fully turned and started crawling toward Min-ji before standing up and lunging at her completely, latching his teeth onto her cheek and not letting go until he was pulled off by Dae-su who tried desperately to save his friend as she screamed in agony.

Dae-su threw Kang into the drawers on the wall of the class room and he rolled around while readjusting his bones.

Still struggling against Su-hyeok’s grip, you started thrashing around but he held strong.

“Dae-su… I can’t…” Min-ji started and you felt tears well up in your eyes as you thrashed harder. You never really knew the girl but she didn’t deserve this, that’s for sure. “I don’t want to die…”

The zombified coach stood up and Su-hyeok gently tossed you to the side as he lunged straight for the two of you. He swiftly dodged the attacks of the man as everyone screamed. Disorientated from the lack of hold of his arms, it took you a minute to regain your balance and try to help the best you can and yet before you could Su-hyeok was holding you back again. Cheong-san quickly picked up a desk and used it to slam Kang into the wall, gathering the help of Gyeong-su who helped hold him there.

As Min-ji kept begging for help, Na-yeon scurried to the pile of desks and chairs and started pulling them away from the door so she could get out.

For once, not a bad idea.

You were worried when you saw Min-ji get up to walk after her and gasped when Na-yeon kicked her back so she fell to the floor. There, she started having the same experience as the previous person on the floor as her nose started bleeding and her bones started to crack. Her eyese went red as she reached for Dae-su before she fell to the ground. She suddenly jumped up and lunged at Dae-su but was apprehended quickly by him as he begged her to stop, nearly crying at the loss of his friend.

“We gotta go,” Su-hyeok exclaimed as he continued to hold you back. You’d started hitting him and only were released when you kicked his shin a little too hard and he fell to the floor for a moment. You ran over to where Cheong-san and Gyeong-su were holding the zombified Coach Kang and helped push the desk into him while hurriedly reaching into your pocket.

Everyone started chasing after Na-yeon who had gotten the door opened and was running out. On-jo, Su-hyeok, and the three of you pushing the table into the man against the wall were the last ones in the classroom and you exclaimed a small noise of victory as you’d finally gotten the knife out of your pocket and opened it.

Curse you Gwi-nam, why’d you have to give me a complicated one?

Stabbing the knife into the head of the coach, he dropped dead but before you could indulge in your victory you were getting pulled out of the classroom, you knife forgotten behind in the skull of your previous P.E. teacher.

Su-hyeok shut the doors behind him and the group moved together down the hall toward the stairs until everyone stopped and you ran into Cheong-san’s back. Before you could even realise what was going on, Su-hyeok ran up to the front and did a flying kick into one of the zombies. Not allowing yourself to be useless and let a man of all people show you up, you ran up to the front as well and threw, kicked, and punched the zombies as much as you could, keeping them away from the group while simultaneously making sure you yourself were safe. You allowed yourself to check on Su-hyeok every other second to make sure he was also okay until a zombie somehow had gotten past the two of you and started sprinting towards the group. Running as fast as you could, you tackled the zombie right before it was able to get to Na-yeon who had been crawling backwards after falling to the ground when the zombies first arrived. Another zombie ran toward you and you had to fend off the two of them by yourself, unable to gain assistance from Su-hyeok who was also in a sticky predicament himself.

“Well shit. I never thought I would die from a zombie apocalypse but I guess here we are,” you thought to yourself as you felt your arms get tired and the mouth of the zombie who was on top of you get closer to your arm.

Suddenly, the zombie was struck by something hard in the head and then smacked again so it fell to the floor. You looked up to see Cheong-san was the one who saved you and Gyeong-su ran up to Su-hyeok with a window - the same weapon you now knew Cheong-san used - to help him out. The ones holding the windows ran toward the small herd of zombies and used them as a barricade to hold them off while Dae-su had grabbed a whole classroom door.

“Hey! Get out of the way!” He screamed at the boys and started running toward the herd, swinging the door horizontally and using it as a larger barricade.

Running toward the boys, you slammed into the door as well to push and help them move the zombies backward. The girls looked slightly ashamed that they hesitated to follow after your example.

Turning the corner, the zombies were stuck at the top of the stairs of the floor you were on.

“Girls, upstairs!” Wu-jin screamed at you all and you just rolled your eyes as you forcefully grabbed the back of his shirt and pushed him toward the stairs.

“You first, dumbass!” You retaliated and he wasn’t sure what to say. The rest of the girls sprinted up the stairs as you pushed as hard as you could and were able to successfully knock all the zombies down the small flight of stairs before grabbing two random hands and dragging them toward the stairs as you forced them to go up. Making sure everyone was able to go up the stairs, you almost groaned in annoyance as you saw Su-hyeok, once again, practically sacrificing himself and kicking the zombies. As he fell over, you grabbed his hand and pulled him up before sprinting up the stairs before the zombies could regain control. You couldn���t see it with your eyes focused on the stairs in front of you and how you avoided the miscellaneous zombies as you dragged Su-hyeok behind you, but he was watching you in awe as he had never fully realized the full capacity of your strength.

As you were right behind Wu-jin who had stopped to push back a few zombies with the window piece he had, he got pushed toward the stairs as you started fighting the zombies expertly, avoiding their mouths while keeping the upper hand. Su-hyeok ignored the way you’d yelled at him to follow the others and started helping you kick the zombies back down before grabbing your arm to pull you up the stairs.

As a zombie launched itself at you while you climbed, it attached itself to your foot and you fell over, just barely being able to kick its face away from your ankle where it was aiming to bite you. Cheong-san had seen how you were down and how Su-hyeok had fallen with you.

“Su-hyeok!” He screamed in concern.

Said boy looked up at him before looking back at you and how you kicked the beast away. “Go to the science lab! Now!” He yelled back at him and Cheong-san hesitated before complying. Su-hyeok pulled you up and kicked another zombie away from the two of you before it breached the area where you considered yourself to be relatively safe. The two of you ran hand in hand up the stairs where you saw Su-hyeok’s friends being cornered between two hoardes of zombies. Before you could think to help in anyway, you were tackled from behind, your grip on Su-hyeok’s hands being pulled harshly away.

Su-hyeok’s eyes widened exponentially when he saw how you got attacked and was able to use his quick thinking to pull the monster off just before its teeth could latch onto your neck. Now only worried about your safety as he saw the group run into a classroom that the outside was still covered by zombies with, he grabbed your hand once more, pulling you up and silently apologizing when he heard you wince before pulling you into a room a few doors down from the science room.

The art room.

Ducking down before the zombies in the room could see you and both of you covering your mouths with your hands to quiet your panting, you ducked behind some very well placed desks and filing cabinets on wheels.

After a while of just sitting down and your breathing calming down, Su-hyeok pointed over to where the windows were. You shot him a hesitant glance but knew it was the both of your guys best shots at surviving and making it out of this blood stained room.

Just as Su-hyeok started to move, the speakers started squealing and you both covered your ears from how loud it was. Suddenly, the familiar voice of your teacher Ms. Park filled the classroom as well as the halls.

“Students and teachers of Hyosan High School. I'm Park Sun-hwa, the English teacher. Something strange is happening throughout the school. Some students are attacking others indiscriminately, so please flee and find a safe place. If any student or faculty hears this and is able to, please call the police and the fire department. Students, hide somewhere safe until help arrives. If you can get out of the school, please get out,” her voice started to shake and you felt horrible. This must be terrible for her too. “I'll say it again. Some students are…” She let out a few shaky breaths and Su-hyeok grabbed your hand with a firm but gentle grip, squeezing slightly to reassure you.

“Hey, everyone…” She started again, her voice becoming less professional and now more caring and loving like the teacher you’d come to know. “You're okay, right? You're not hurt? I don't know what's going on in here or how this whole thing happened, but... Still, find a safe place and hide. I… I'm sorry… I can't help.” She started sobbing and despite keeping your face emotionless you could feel a single tear fall down your cheek. “Don't get hurt, okay? Please, let's stay alive and meet again. Okay?”

Let’s meet again.

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| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

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Miguel x fem! Spider! Reader

Summary: Here is a very romantic and fluffy (also a bit cheesy🧀💕) one-shot!

Yay! second one-shot post on the next day! 🎉

I wonder how long I can keep this streak up, lol. Hopefully for a while. I don’t want to disappoint my fellow Miguel fans! 💙❤️💙

I also finished this late into the night, so I apologize in advance if there are any grammatical mistakes.

Word count: 1.8k

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Your leg hung off the side of the skyscraper as the other clung to your chest. Your eyes scanned across the peaceful skyline. You let out a sigh of relief that there were no villains rampaging Nueva York that you would have to take down. It had been pleasantly calm throughout the city in recent weeks. You hoped it would stay like this for a long time. Maybe so you could finally have the chance to settle down. But was it selfish to wish that?

You reached under your spider suit to pull out a necklace you never took off. The silver heart-shaped locket clicked open, revealing two photos of the same person. Her baby girl. On the left a photo of her only a few days old. To the right, the photo of her on her third birthday. Days before she fell limp in your arms.

It's been six years since that heart-shattering day. You thought that you would never be the same. As time went on you succumbed to the numbness you felt. But you never would have thought you would be bitten by a radioactive spider on the first anniversary of your daughter’s death. You also never thought you would encounter Miguel. A man from another world. Who, bit by bit put your broken heart back together.

He sympathized with you. He too was a broken parent who lost a child. His nine year old daughter, Gabriella. At times when you both desperately missed your children, you would sit and cuddle and tell fond memories of both your daughters.

“Lily would have adored Gabriella. Like a little sister, idolizing her big sister. She would have waddled around, following her like a duckling.” You let out a light laugh as you felt him laugh too when resting your back on his broad, clothed, chest.

“Gabriella would have loved her too. Though soccer was her passion, she loved to play dress up with her dolls. She would have loved dressing Lilly up in one of her princess dresses.” Miguel smiled.

“Mi amor?” Miguel leaned forward to look at your face as you grew too quiet, worrying him. His worry grew as he saw a few tears fall down your cheeks, your lips barely lifted into a smile. He moved you to sit across his lap as he brought your head to rest against his shoulder, your face against his neck.

“Miguel?” You said, slightly above a whisper. He hummed in response, saying he was listening.

“Do you think there is a universe out there, where our daughters are raised together? Alive and happy. Where we are a family?”

“I really hope so vida mia. I really hope so.”

The memory brought a tear down your face, which you wiped away. The memory was two years ago, only a half a year in, when you first started dating. The only reason that memory came back to you was from the event that occurred this morning.

Your eyes snapped open, a sudden urgency coursing through your body. You look to your left as you see a sleeping Miguel. ‘He must be exhausted.’ Usually he was always up before you.

You look outside the window, the sun was only halfway peaking across the horizon. All of a sudden, your mind remembered. You carefully leave the bed and head towards the bathroom. You kneel in front of the toilet. All you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. The feeling in your stomach went away as multiple questions ran through your head.

You stood up as you grabbed a box from under the sink, which you hid in case of emergencies. It felt like the longest three minutes of your life. And as you thought. You were pregnant.

You quickly washed your hands and cleaned off the pregnancy test. You creaked the door open. You sighed. He was still asleep. You moved to your drawers and hid it in a sock before slipping back into bed, hoping Miguel hadn’t noticed. You cringed slightly when you felt Miguel pull you into his chest as he sweetly left kisses down your neck and shoulder.

“Buenos días, princesa.”

“Good morning.” You turn your head to capture his lips with yours before parting. Miguel mimics your smile as he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face.

“I wish we could stay in this moment forever. You in my arms, in our bed.” Miguel tilted your chin up to place a passionate kiss on your lips. His warm, plush lips felt perfect against your own. You wanted this moment to last forever.

You stood up from your spot on the roof and opened up a portal to Miguel’s Nueva York. You stepped through into the apartment you shared. Home. You quickly remove your suite and go to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

You stand right under the shower head, letting the water wrap around you. The same questions race through your mind. ‘Will he be happy?’

It took a little bit of time to choose the right dress and get ready. Fortunately, you arrived at the restaurant on time. The waitress led you to where you saw a cleaned up Miguel in a nice button-down shirt and black pants. When you caught his eye, he smiled and raised from his seat to greet you.

“You look stunning, mi amor.” He wraps a hand around your waist and brings you in for a loving quick kiss on your lips.

“I could say the same for you, Miggy.”

His nickname coming from your lips widens his smile. He guides you into your chair that he pulled out. He places a kiss to the top of your head as he gently pushes your chair in before sitting back down himself.

“You can be such a gentleman when you want to.” You let out a small laugh. He took one of your hands and gave you a kiss on your knuckles. He set it back down, but still held it.

“Only for you. But I won’t be one tonight. So be prepared.”

A smirk graced his lips, sending you a wink. A shiver went up your spine as your cheeks were dusted in a deep shade of pink. Despite dating him for two years, he still can make you flustered.

The waiter came and took your drink and food orders. You knew Miguel would want to order an expensive bottle of wine for you two. But luckily you were able to convince him to go by the glass tonight due to your predicament that he was still unaware of.

A few moments later the waiter brought you both glasses of chardonnay. After clinking drinks with Miguel you made sure to smell your drink before taking the sip. You sighed into your glass relieved. The hostess had done the task you asked her to do. Of course with the help of a hundred dollar bill slipped into her hand. Before meeting Miguel, you had bought grape juice that resembled a white wine and handed it to the hostess to have the waiter pour this into your wine glass.

The odd look the hostess gave you was understandable as you thought your mind-set was a little weird too. If you didn’t drink wine tonight, you knew Miguel would become suspicious. So the juice idea was the first thought to come to your head, and for some reason you thought it was a good decision.

After having an enjoyable conversation with your boyfriend and forcing yourself to eat your food, despite the urge to throw-up, the two of you left the restaurant. Miguel insisted on taking a stroll in Central Park instead of going straight home, which you happily obliged.

No one back at HQ would think that their boss, Miguel O’Hara was a huge romantic. You loved how he showed a warm and soft side of himself to you.

After walking in a comfortable silence for some time, enjoying only each other’s presence, the two of you arrive at Turtle Pond. The same place Miguel had taken you on your first date. You gasp as you see a beautiful site before you. A blanket laid out with a picnic basket that was decorated in red roses. You look up at the tree you were now under as you gaze at the fairy lights that hung on the tree.

“It’s so beautiful. Miggy did you-” You turned around to look back at Miguel and were once again surprised. In his almost seven foot tall glory, he was bent down on one knee, holding a small box in his hand. Inside the box was a silver ring with a large ruby in the center and four smaller rubies on all four sides having four diamonds protecting the larger rubie’s corners.

“Y/n, mi amor. For the past five years you have been my light that has brought me out of a long-period of darkness. I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you make me the happiest man in Nueva York and marry me?”

“Yes! I will marry you!” You rush into his arms, surprisingly, almost knocking him over as you wrap your arms around him. He smiles brightly down at you before pressing his lips on yours. You both separate to breath, both now standing up. Miguel takes the ring from the box and puts it on your finger.

“I’m the luckiest man alive.”

“Well your luck has just gotten better.”

You open your purse and take out the pregnancy test which you hand it to Miguel. Your nerves were going crazy as each second felt like an eternity. Miguel’s brows furrow when you hand him something. Looking down, his eyes widened. The knot in your stomach kept on getting worse.

Your nerves immediately vanish when you see a wide toothy grin appear on Miguel’s face, showing his perfect dimples. He grabbed you by the waist and twirled you around. Setting you down as he placed a hand on your belly and the other on your cheek giving you a loving kiss. Your lips parted briefly as Miguel rested his forehead against yours and said, “You hear that Gabriella? Lily? You're both going to be big sisters.”

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On the other side of the pond, behind a tree, were two spiders elated to see their closest friends so happy.

“I can’t believe there’s going to be another baby spider swinging around HQ.” Peter B. said as dramatic happy tears fell from his face.

“Peter, stop crying! Miguel and y/n might hear you.” whispered Jess.

“I’m just so happy for them!” Peter cried into Jess' shoulder to her dismay. She lightly patted his back.

“There, there Peter. There, there.”

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Hope you enjoyed this fluffy one-shot as much as I did writing it! 💕💕💕

If you have any one-shot requests comment below or DM!

Can’t wait to post #3 tomorrow!

[tiredlilguy]

hiiiiiii :)

I hope you’re doing well, and don’t have too much stress right now <3

Do you know those little, heart-shaped charms for necklaces, where you can put a photo inside? Could I please request (whatever format you’re comfortable with) getting one of those, with Verlaine? I’m not sure if you write for multiple characters, but if you do, could I add pianomann or Lippmann? Anyway, take your time

bye!

a/n: hello! i apologize that this took so long ;;w;; as you can see, i'm on hiatus, as well as dealing with other stuff from college- thank you so much for ur patience! i hope you enjoy! :DDD (also this request is fucking adorable- i had to do it first AS;DLKFJ;ALSDKFJ)

pairing: Verlaine, Pianoman, Lippmann X GN!Reader (separately) cw: a little sad in Verlaine's, half-proofread desc: you gifted your partner a heart locket with a photo of you inside.

Verlaine:

Receives the necklace pre-SB

It wasn’t originally his idea to wear a piece of jewelry like a necklace in the first place, let alone one that had a picture of you in it

Of course, he was fond of you, but his mind never crossed physically carrying or wearing something that reminded him of you (it was partially for your own safety as well, as he didn’t want to burden you with the consequences of being close with an assassin)

At first, he grimaced at the necklace when you handed it to him, until you opened up the locket, revealing a small image of you (to which he let out a soft sigh, dropping his expression, before placing it in his pocket)

You honestly thought he just never wore it at all, as you recall his reaction to the hat that Rimbaud gave him, but unbeknownst to you, he kept it in his pocket for a while until he eventually chose to put it on one day because it kept slipping out

He wears it underneath his clothes, so you definitely can’t tell if he’s wearing it or not (he doesn’t take it off because he loves you he doesn’t like the sensation of the cold metal after taking it off/putting it on)

Didn’t really appreciate the gift, and just wore it on him, until one day, he stripped off to shower himself in the PM basement and heard a rattling coming from his neck

He looked down, fingers gently brushing over the locket that laid over his heart

His eyes traveled towards it as he opened it, staring at the small image of you smiling with a faint blush on your cheeks

He closes the locket with a soft sigh, similar to one he’d give you whenever you showed him a romantic gesture

Now he finds himself wondering if you’re going to come back for him (or if he’ll find himself coming back to you)

Pianoman:

Gifted you a locket before you gave him one: snuck up behind you and placed the locket around your neck before fastening it and placing a kiss on your hair

it was his idea to make a locket for you with a picture of him, so he was happy to see you reciprocate the gesture with the same gift

Upon receiving it, he still had the same gentle smile, but with a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at the gift, reaching for your hand and leaving a kiss on the back of it

“ Thank you, my sweet.”

Threaded the chain of the locket to a small loop on the inside of his vest’s left chest pocket (so that it’s closer to his heart); neatly tucked in the pocket so that it doesn’t fall out

When he’s alone, he’ll open up the locket to look at the small picture of you; it leaves a small smile on his face as he continues to do his work diligently (in short: he has a “this is who I’m doing it for” moment)

The necklace is a little stained by how often he touches it; will brush his fingers over the metal when he’s about to go on a mission/goes into work

He doesn’t give me the vibe that he kisses the locket, but he definitely likes to feel it beneath his bare fingers (he will take off his gloves to feel the metal, it calms him down)

At the end of work, he takes it out of his vest and usually puts it on a tray by his nightstand, but sometimes you’ll find him holding it in his hand as he’s falling asleep

His heart flutters whenever he notices you fidgeting with the locket he gave you

Lippmann:

since this man is EVERYWHERE, literally running around doing work from place to place you decided to gift him something that reminded him of you

He happily accepted the gift with a gentle smile and placed it around his neck

“ Does it look good on me, darling?” You nod. “ Good, now I’ll be able to take you with me everywhere.”

I was going to say that he carries it in a pocket or something, but similar to Verlaine, he wears it underneath his clothes, making sure that it’s close to his chest

Doesn’t take it off unless he absolutely needs to, and when he does, he places it back in it’s box, making sure it’s tucked safely away

If someone happens to spot the necklace that he’s wearing (say a costume assistant/one of the flags) he’s such a bragger-

“ Oh this? My darling gave it to me. The locket has such a beautiful picture or them. Aren’t they so sweet? Gifting me such a lovely reminder of them.”

[insert romantic sigh from Lippmann, and Chuuya rolling his eyes and silently gagging]

He does not shut up about it and you- he loves you too much

Before every mission, performance, meeting, etc. he’ll pull out the locket, placing a soft kiss on the metal before tucking it back under his shirt

If he has some down time and is reading a book, if he’s not with you, his hand will pull out the necklace from his neck and wrap it around his fingers as he often holds your hand as he reads with his other hand

[thanks for reading until the end! thank you to anon for requesting once again >:D i'm still on hiatus, but i'm writing little by little when i find the motivation- if you'd like to support me further, feel free to leave a tip on my kofi or send me a comm! <3]

[dimepdf]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄. + 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Armin works hard to get those boyfriend bragging rights.

pairing. college student!armin arlet x reader

genre and warnings. modern au, suggestive ending, established relationship, domestic vibes, relationship fluff, subby!armin | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Your boyfriend Armin was never really one for showing out when it came to gift giving, mostly because of his wallet.

As a college kid in debt, it never really allowed him to splurge on just about everything that he had ever wanted without the post-spending clarity hitting him like a semi truck.

He also had an apathetic attitude toward the cost of gifts. He believed that a gift would be priceless as long as it was given from the heart. 

But after hearing all of your friends brag about their boyfriends buying them pricey jewelry like golden bracelets and rhinestone lockets, he noticed how your entire demeanor had changed. 

He decided he needed to shift into high gear and put a little extra cash in his pockets for boyfriend bragging rights.

It took him only two months to finally settle down with a nice amount of cash to finally bite the bullet and wince at the deposit notification from his bank account.

After heavy research on zodiac signs, Armin purchased a small pear-shaped gemstone pendant that had your birthstone, even though everything had seemed to just fall into place when it came to your relationship.

After deciding that you had just wanted to lay low for your birthday, Armin suggested that he could take you to dinner for the weekend at a restaurant that was just perfect in his price range for the rest of the money that he had to spend, including a tip.

The box had been burning a hole in his suit pocket the entire dinner, waiting for the perfect moment in between your conversations to give it to you.

In his growing nervous fit, Armin had finally talked himself into it just as the night was about to come to an end.

In the comfort of his apartment bedroom, you two sat on his bed, the TV hooked up to his Wii, where you had been completely kicking his ass in Mario Kart. 

As you had already removed your makeup and dressed in something more comfortable to sleep in, you still looked completely gorgeous since the first day he had met you. 

Armin quickly shut his bedroom door, wanting a little more privacy from his other roommates as he staggered around the room, and it was only then that you noticed something was wrong. 

The sight of his trembling hands in front of your face, just a little too close to showcase the necklace to you, was the most heart-warming memory that you had known you were bound to cherish. 

The exchange was adorable, teasing him as you stood with your back turned, his fingers brushing against your skin as he clasped the metal in place. 

You knew how hard he had to work just to get it, and your smile never dropped as you turned around and peppered his face with kisses.

The display of affection was naively innocent at first, kissing along his jaw before Armin could backstep against the bed. The guide of your hands pushed him to sit against the mattress with a look that made him exhale.

Your kisses continued the moment you leaned down. Your knee slid between his legs as your lips continued down to his neck.

Armin’s head craned to the side without much protest, his eyes fluttering closed as the sensation of your mouth finding the spot that made him shiver with arousal engulfed him.

The huff of his breath enticed you to straddle Armin's lap. You'd already felt the bulge of his erection against your thigh, begging for any kind of attention, and his hips were desperate for contact. 

You had brought his idle hands around your hips, allowing them to grind down against your hips at a slow pace, his head leaning back as his teeth grazed his bottom lip, biting to keep himself quiet from the grunt that threatened to slip from his throat.

"How about," you began, your fingers encircling his neck."Can I give you your gift now?"

You kissed Armin again, pulling away with a nibble of his bottom lip as his pleas had become desperate as his head bobbed. "Beg for it."

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[hunterbunter3000]

Krueger being a seat sniffer isn’t shocking tbh 💀 that man def already picked out the names of his and Sweetheart’s future kids and wedding plans detailed in a binder (is he manifesting or delusional; who knows lol!).

He also def has a shrine dedicated to Sweetheart openly in his room, atleast the other boys have the decency to hide their shrines in their closet 😤😂

LMAOOO STOP THATS SO HIM (AND FUCKING EVERYONE ELSE)

He has like- three binders and two notebooks he has for Sweetheart and his future with her. Like it's just FILLED with where they would live, how many kids they would have, tHEIR NAMES, the colleges they would go to, the house he wants to get when they get married, THE WEDDING

MANS IS EVEN PLANNING FOR THEIR RETIREMENT LIKE-- KRUEGER??? he's delulu and manifesting for this to happen!! Let's cheer him on! ✨️🙏 PFFTT-

And yes. He has a shrine of Sweetheart. OBVIOUSLY. THE MOMENT YOU WALK IN its right there in your face. It's sitting on a small table-like stand and it's FILLED with framed pictures of Sweetheart and heart shaped candles around them. There's a long frame with gold on it, and inside of it is a nail set he got her his first time ever (that was three years ago 💀) She told him it was coming off, and she was so sad because he got it for her (he fell in love with her more because of that) so he helped her get them off, and he told her that he'll throw them away.

S I K E

once she left he threw them in his pocket so fast and ran off to his room 💀💀 and then there's a pedestal on the table, and it has a small, marble bust of Sweetheart he paid someone to do on etsy (HE LOVES ETSY IM NOT CHANGING MY MIND) and what's crazy is that all of its glued down to the table, and there's a button behind it, so he presses that button when Sweetheart comes around and the table top flips, being empty and he places magazines on the clean top 🧍‍♀️ THE MAN HAS A SECRET CONTRAPTION FOR HIS SHRINE

(You can't deny the fact that he prays to it as well. You CANT)

He's down horrifically bad. He wants her sO BADLY

well get tf in line BIG BOY CAUSE SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE

They don't really have shrines like Krueger (because he's delusional) but everyone does have a picture of Sweetheart or some sort of gift she's made them somewhere in their room. Or on them.

Like Alejandro has a small gold locket of Sweetheart he wears around his neck and NEVER TAKES IT OFF-- and when he's about to go on a mission, he kisses the locket, says a small prayer and puts it under his shirt, so he knows that he's protected and has someone to go back to (why am I making myself cry)

Rudy has a picture of Sweetheart framed with a letter she sent him on his desk with the little things she's made him. He reads the letter every time he misses her (WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF)

Ghost wears a braided friendship bracelet Sweetheart made him. (Its black and blue with lil skulls) He hides it on his left wrist with his glove, but he still wears it. When he's not around Sweetheart, he plays with the ties and smiles

Soap has like a little collage of pictures of Sweetheart and him on a corkboard. They take pictures when they're in a new country or state and collect weeds of flowers and give it to each other (SO CUTE I LOVE SOAP) and his sketchbook is FILLED of Sweetheart-- like he remembers what she looks like so much he sketches her from memory. And he uses a separate sketchbook for her, he calls it "Sweet's Looks".

Gaz only has one picture of her, and it's on his phone. It's Sweetheart cuddled up on his side, hand on his chest while watching a movie. It's obviously his home screen wallpaper (not his lock screen he can't handle that) he also has a little basket of different rocks Sweetheart has given him because she has a little basket of rocks he has given her as well (they're birds I tell ya)

Price has a photo of her in his hat. That's why he never lets anyone touch it, and his heart beats a little quicker when Sweetheart wears is hat cause he's nervous she's gonna see the picture (she has, and it's her and Brutus together and she squeals everytime in her mind)

Roach has a picture of Sweetheart taped to a bear. 🧍‍♀️ don't really wanna go into that one--

Alex has like- one of those photo booth type of pictures. Yk the ones that come in threes or fours. They went to a mall and Sweetheart HAD to get some. Alex uses his as a bookmark.

Now Horangi is like Krueger. He DOES have a shrine but it's in his closet. You will NEVER SEE IT.

König would have a shrine in his closet as well, but it's SMALL. Like two pictures and a good luck letter she wrote to him when he was on a mission. He's so soft for her good lord.

Graves has like.... I don't know a paperclip? That Sweetheart gave him? Think he still has that pen that Sweetheart forgot to take back. Still counts.

[j-nope-not-today]

ENEMIES TO LOVERS W/ BERNARD ORRRRRR BERNARD X READER WHOS ALSO THE SPIRIT OF AUTUMN AND PREFERS HALLOWEEN :))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Truce

A/n: I tried my best to mix both, but I apologize if it doesn't make much sense. I hope you like it nonetheless.

Bernard the elf x reader

Oh great. Here comes Bernard. Mister Christmas trumps Halloween every year.

I've tried my best to be civil in the conversations we do have, but every year when I come to the workshop for the annual meeting he shows up and gets mad that I can't seem to put Christmas above the clearly better holiday. Halloween.

I mean who doesn't like Halloween? Apparently him.

"Change your mind yet?" He pauses in front of me holding a small wrapped present.

"Have you?" I countered before crossing my arms.

"How'd the meeting go?"

"If you must know everything is fine. Autumn is on time as usual and winter will be here shortly."

"Good to know. Then it can be Christmas." I gritted my teeth together at his words. The smirk sprawled on his face proved my point that he was just trying to get under my skin. Not happening.

"I'm not going to argue with you Bernard. You don't have to like Halloween more than Christmas, but you do have to respect that I like it more than your holiday. It's part of my season." I huffed out. I was tired of the back and forth.

I noticed his shoulders drop slightly before he smiled wider and held out the gift. I took it before looking up at him.

"What is this for?"

"A truce."

"But why?" He let out a sigh before dropping his eyes to the ground.

"I've been sorta rude to you in the past..so I wanted to say I was..sorry." At his final word he looked back at me. Hopeful I would accept it.

"Fine. Truce." I agreed.

He motioned for me to open the small package and I did. Laying inside was a small, black box upon opening it there was a handmade locket in the shape of a spider.

"Wow..this is beautiful..thank you." I looked up at him and for once gave him a genuine smile.

"I made it myself..I thought maybe I could respect that Halloween was more your thing."

"That's very kind of you...I have to get going though.." I skimmed my fingers over the locket before closing the box and giving him one last smile.

"Goodbye then y/n." I waved goodbye before I began my exit from the small workshop.

The season passed without any hiccups and the following year came by quickly. Me and Bernard for once had no rivalry when we met. It was awkward at first. Neither of us knowing how to approach the other with kindness. I was so used to having to be short and rude with him. It was a nice change though once we found something to talk about.

From that moment forward we were friends and the locket he made me found it's home around my neck. I simply couldn't not wear it. It was beautiful and represented something I held close to my heart.

The following year was much of the same, but it differed than my last visit. Bernard seemed strange. More interested in my personal life instead of my job as the spirit of Autumn. He grew closer during our conversation. Brushing his hand with mine. Just twice.

Which led up to this year.

As I made my way out of the meeting room and down into the workshop I spotted Bernard patiently waiting for me to exit. A huge smile sprouting across his face when he finally saw me.

"Hey! How have you been?"

"I've been well. What about you?" He brought me into a small hug before pulling apart and we turned to begin our walk out of the workshop.

"I've been doing alright. It gets pretty busy this time of year."

"Yeah Christmas is right around the corner." I laughed he laughed along with me before coming to a halt and I stopped beside him.

"Would you maybe uh consider..hanging out sometime soon..alone." He looked like a nervous wreck and I smiled at him.

"Of course we can."

"Awesome!" He gave me a smile before we continued our slow walk out of the workshop.

Our eventual parting of ways led up to our hang out. Which turned romantic very quickly.

"You kissed me?" I was stunned as I pulled away he began to stutter out.

"O-oh my I'm so sorry! I thought you liked me back but I was wrong i- I shouldn't have assumed that yo-"

"Bernard!" He froze and looked at me wide eyed.

"It's alright..I like you too..I just wasn't expecting you to kiss me is all."

"Oh.." He began to mess with a loose thread in his shirt and I leaned forward and placed my hands upon his.

"You can do it again if you would like?" I smiled at him and he smiled back

"Okay."

The following year wasn't a wait to see one another. We saw each other as soon as we possibly could. Soon enough I was spending spring and summer at the pole with Bernard. Autumn and winter led to a small series of breaks we had to take from one another as our jobs couldn't wait.

Each passing year I couldn't wait to see him. We grew closer and closer. Eventually I realized that maybe just maybe I liked him the whole time. Maybe the rivalry wasn't about the holidays. Just a small excuse for us to talk to one another.

I still settle on the fact that Halloween is far better than Christmas, but Bernard doesn't need to know that.

[ratsetflummi]

Okay, now the FUNNIEST Legend of Drizzt moments. *gets popcorn*

uhhh, how much time do you have?

i need to put this under a read more, because i ended up finding one scene per book on average

told you that this series is actually a comedy

1) that time when drizzt thought that three lighting bolts aimed directly at his face were just a friendly sparring session, and then immediately got distracted and forgot all about that attempted assassination because he saw a cat

2) drizzt and zaknafein both going "oh no, he is lost to the evil ways of our people, i would do the world a service by killing him" at each other, but not doing anything about it

3) the first thing we ever learn about jarlaxle being that he has special gay pride merch that is enchanted so you can still see that it's supposed to be a rainbow even in complete darkness

4) that one human wizard drizzt ran into in the middle of the underdark. just. that wizard's entire existence. why does he have a german accent. why does he keep shooting lightning bolts out of his tower when they keep being reflected back at him. rip brister fendlestick, you were only in that one scene, but i miss you every day

5) the mindflayers going "fwoop!" when they shoot a blast of brain melting energy at you

6) drizzt: who are you? you are not my father! zombie!zaknafein: no, i am your… mother!

7) drizzt learning what a skunk is

8) that one wizard that entreri was travelling with in streams of silver messing up her knock spell and dropping entreri's belt instead, and entreri going against what you would expect from his archetype in that kind of story (which would be getting angry and possibly violent) and just sarcastically going "oh wow, great job" and calmly picking his belt up again

9) drizzt casually revealing that he can juggle, suggesting that either he juggles as a hobby (unlikely) or implying some interesting things about drow weapon training

10) entreri choosing to put sewer water in his mouth just to gain little tactical advantage (and then still losing the fight anyway)

11) entreri showing up disguised as regis, dropping his own name in conversations weirdly often under the assumption that the companions are way more worried about him than they actually are, and the companions being completely oblivious about regis acting way differently than normal

12) entreri's insistence that he and drizzt are great rivals, while drizzt can barely be bothered to remember that entreri exists

13) drizzt training a seal to retrieve guenhwyvar's figurine from the bottom of the ocean

14) the heart-shaped drizzt-seeking locket. the fact that that exists, as well as the fact that entreri had that back in the peak rivalry days

15) entreri casually introducing himself as mister do'urden for absolutely no good reason (i genuinely still don't know why he did that)

16) jarlaxle: kimmuriel, you are the leader of the bregan d'aerthe now, i'm going on a road trip with entreri kimmuriel: i'm what?! entreri: you're doing what?!

17) entreri going to the effort of painting jarlaxle's silhouette on the wall to throw knives at the crotch

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20) jarlaxle being peak peacock in promise of the witch-king

21) jarlaxle throwing pies at a random couple in a bakery because he mistook them for assassins

22) the reveal that jarlaxle and kimmuriel were just casually watching entreri fuck his girlfriend

23) the several scenes in pirate king where salvatore seemingly forgot that regis is a halfling, because drizzt keeps putting his arm around regis' shoulders and walking away like that, when really regis' shoulders should be down somewhere around drizzt's knees

24) a manifestation of mielikki coming to carry catti-brie to the afterlife, catti-brie responding that she needs to go sleep with her husband first, and mielikki allowing this and just coming back for her in the morning

25) entreri and dahlia behaving in a way that i can only describe as two teenage girls fighting over their mutual crush

26) the entire scene when they threw charon's claw into the primordial pit and entreri failed to die

27) drizzt: come on an adventure with me! entreri: drizzt, it's two in the fucking morning, what the fuck

28) drizzt making puppy eyes at entreri so he will please go on an adventure with him and entreri just closing the door in his face

29) the entire soap opera that was drizzt and dahlia's relationship

30) kimmuriel walking in on jarlaxle sleeping with at least two drow of undisclosed gender and just standing there and staring until jarlaxle finally puts on his trousers

31) jarlaxle's constant innuendos and seeming inability to shut up about his sex life

32) jarlaxle looking completely calm and composed from the outside at all times, but any scene from his pov revealing that he has no idea what he is doing and is lowkey panicking half the time

33) catti-brie: drizzt is my husband, i have been brought back to life to help him and not for anything else bruenor: yeah, same! uh, except that he isn't my husband

34) the dragons flirting with drizzt and drizzt kinda panicking about how to reject them without being eaten as revenge

35) jarlaxle finding drizzt down in a tunnel fighting demons, and just pulling an entire fine dining set out of his hat and having fancy dinner while his bird is ripping more demons apart just around the corner

36) the reveal that jarlaxle is bald because of repeated fireballs to the face

37) this instance of everyone rolling nat1s on their geography check

38) jarlaxle threatening people with knowledge of his kinks

39) random citizen: she's so pretty jarlaxle: yes, thank you, finally someone who recognizes my beauty

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Heyo! Love your work btw *chef kiss* I'm obsessed with your poly turtles stuff. Could you maybe do some Christmas poly headcannons? Seasonal Activities they do with their s/o, possible gifts they receive, fav cookies/treats, fav Xmas music. Idk just some festive stuff? If you're busy that's cool 😎 your poly turt stuff has me needing more haha. Thanks!

Ok, I'm pretty sure I got this before Christmas and it's now May. I'm so sorry. I won't go into all the reasons I haven't really been writing because it's a lot but I want to get back into it so here goes with this very unseasonal post lmao

and thank you everyone for you patience as I get back into the swong of writing for my blog

Raph

This big hunk of red and green first

He's very seasonal if you think about it

He's also super (secretly) into the holidays

catch him doing his rendition of rockin' around the Christmas tree very loudly when he's off his tits on eggnog

((side note I think he would hate eggnog but would drink it solely because it's festive))

He's secretly super sentimental and he knows you love this time of year so he really puts his back into it

I'm talking it's the 1st of December and he wakes you up in a full Santa outfit and white beard (that he knitted himself) yelling "Ho Ho Ho!" and asking if you've been naughty or nice

it's like 6am so you, naturally, tell him to piss off

to which he makes a big show of trying to shove you into his Santa sack because "Someone needs a trip to the North Pole to learn the Christmas spirit"

He's also pretty good with crafts

obvs you guys can't go outside and be seen so he creates a whole winter wonderland in the lair (without telling the others, Mikey was the only one who appreciated it tbh)

also he's a great cook so you spend evening after evening baking sugar cookies and decorating them, sipping hot chocolate with a candy cane in it and whipped cream on top, making warming winter soups.

In terms of gifts, he gets you anything and everything he even thinks you might like

real big spender this one

handmade too items like a scarf he knitted for you because your old one was a bit worn, handmade card, he even did a little snow globe that he made with figures of you and him inside of it

he'll say "I know it's lame" or "It's not the best but I tried" but it means the world to you

Leo

Big boy blue up next

I see him loving a very traditional, old fashioned, classic Xmas.

His big thing is that he loves to decorate the tree with you

but you would always bicker about how it should look

"No, I think a gold and red theme would look better!"

"But, Leo, we have all of these cute glass candy canes I wanna hang!"

"But I have a vision!!"

so this year he decides to buy like 6 trees (and by buy I mean forage, steal or cut down)

so you can both have your own trees and decorate them however you want

this, obviously, becomes a Christmas competition

your very unwilling judges are Leo's brothers and even Splinter

they have never looked more uncomfortable than when you and Leo are very passionately stating your case for why your tree is better than the other's and it ends in you both throwing baubles at each other

about half an hour and a lot of tinsel lying everywhere later you decide that maybe you're both a little too competitive

but Leo reassures that "That's why I love you"

He's so big on quality time with you

lot's of sitting by a crackling fire, sipping coco and letting soft Christmas songs play

he's made a playlist of v gentle ones like Eartha Kitt's Santa baby, Conventry carol and god rest ye merry gentlemen.

it's all about the mood w/ Leo

as far as gifts, it's has to be something personal and sweet

a pressed flower in resin from the first day you both met, a silver heart shaped locket with a pic of you both in it, some sort of talisman that's supposed to keep you safe in ninja superstition

Mikey

Time for chaotic good to come to play

Mikey just manages to capture that almost childlike enthusiasm and wonder for the season

He has a funny habit of wrapping your gifts to look like something else

last year you were certain he'd gotten you a rocking horse but it turned out to be a new phone and headphones

"How long did it take you to wrap it like that?"

"Don't ask questions you don't wanna know.....3 hours to make the horse part look right"

normally he gets you silly but sweet gifts

lots of sticking filler things

oh and he gets you an actual stocking too, but like a comically oversized one to fit all the gifts

stuff he's made too

one year he made you 50 hand cut paper snowflakes with 50 reasons he loves you written and drawn on them

also stuff you guys can do together

video games he knows you'll find fun, stupid interactive games that you can play, that kinda stuff

he does a special Xmas scavenger hunt for you each year that the others pretend is stupid but it keeps getting more elaborate as time goes on and even they are started to get invested in the ending

there's a theme and everything ranging from polar express to murder at the Christmas party to Santa's grotto....

he also never fails to dress up as Mrs Clause every year (because Raph insists on being Santa and at first Mikey just wanted everyone to laugh, but now it's kinda a tradition)

Donnie

oh my sweet gadget boy

he's super big into cocktails, the sweeter the better

and you always get to name them together but you both have a warped sense of humour so the names are getting out of hand

you pick a fave each year as well

last year was "The abominable snowman's frozen left nut" and the year before was "Mrs Clause putting glass shavings in Santa's food because he came back with the clap"

I told you they were bizarre....

his gifts are always thoughtful and so romantic

I HC Donnie as being a super romantic guy

whether it be a painting he made of the constellations and planets in correct placement on the night the two of you first kissed

or a wreath of dried flowers and plants to hang on the door that came from the field behind your childhood house

but this year it's a scrapbook filled to the brim with every detail of the two of you, all dated and with a little annotation telling a story as to why it's in there. photos, cards, handwritten letters, magazine cut outs, diary entries.... it's all in there and it's enough to make you cry.

He also sneaks you out on Christmas eve every year without the others knowing (they'd flip if they came to know that he was stealing you away at that time)

but he takes you up to the rooftops to sit on blankets and drink hot chocolate (spiked with a little rum, it's Donnie after all...) and look at the lights and snowflakes and people bustling home to their families and you sit and feel at peace and laugh as you make up backstories to each individual you see scurrying home

you lean against his shoulder and every year that he does this it feels more magical than the last

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Kei Yoshihiko Revamp🔎🗝️

[Ramshackle Dorm]

Bio

Name: Kei Yoshihiko (He/She)

Birthday: September 30th

Age: 18

Height: 167 cm(5’6)

Dominate Hand: Right

Homeland: Canada 

Family:

Ida Yoshihiko (Mother)

Yoshinori Yoshihiko (Father)

Unnamed Aunts

Unnamed Grandmother

School

Grade: Freshman

Class: Class A(No.23)

Club: Gargoyle Research Society 

Kei joined this Club once he started to bond more with Malleus. Even though this was something he wasn’t used to, Kei still wanted to support his prince fan to listen to his interesting facts and ramblings.

Best Subject: History of Magic

Originally Kei took this class simply due to her being completely new to Twisted Wonderland. Ever since her first lesson on this subject, Kei studied up in the college library to get a better hold of the magic system of this world. Even coming across mentions of enchanted tools that piqued this detective’s interest more.

Preferences

Hobbies: Ballet and Waltzing

Took up dancing classes at a young age after his classmates’ parents complained about Kei’s behavior. He would often tell kids infamous murder mysteries during conversations and psychoanalyze kids around him to the point they regret talking to Kei.

“Your child should be more ladylike and talk about dolls or dresses! Not this disturbing foolishness! Put her in some dancing classes or something. Maybe that will take her mind off of that crap.”

At first Kei’s parents ignored the parent’s blatant screeching. They didn’t want to force their kid into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with. But Kei on the other hand agreed with the angered parents and decided to take these classes.

The last thing she wanted was her parents to get in trouble because of her actions.

Pet Peeves: People being difficult when he asks a simple question

“ I asked a question and I expect an answer. The last thing I need is your attitude…I’m not patient enough for back talk.”

Favorite Food: Okonomiyaki

Least Favorite Food: Mushrooms

Talent: Psychoanalyzing people

Kei’s Inventory 

Magnifying Glass:

At first, this was just an ordinary tool used by Kei during his investigations. But thanks to Crowley enchanting the Magnifying Glass for his future cases, Kei can now detect other’s fingerprints and remnants of footprints through this magical lense.

Seeker’s Will:

This was originally Crowley’s infamous weapon “The Whip of Love.” But since he barely even used it Kei decided to take ownership of it. Crowley even changed the design and gave it a different enchantment from the original one. Kei needed to protect himself since NRC is well…NRC. 

Utility Belt:

A belt that Kei wears to carry his most important tools. From Seeker’s Will to his Magnifying Glass. Kei found this belt while exploring the different rooms in Ramshackle.

Notepad:

A notepad that was transported with Kei when she arrived at NRC. Containing all the old notes she was hiding away in her old bedroom.

Ghost Camera:

Kei uses the Ghost Camera mostly for crime scene purposes so she can take pictures of scenery that might be relevant to her case. But whenever a special event occurs in her friend group, she often snaps a few for memories sake. Just to look back on if she ever does find a way back home.

Heart-Shaped Locket:

A locket from Kei’s childhood that has a picture inside he still holds on to this very day. Often gets tense when people touch it.

Briefcase:

Another item transported with Kei to Twisted Wonderland. It holds different newspaper articles about the disappearances and even some of Ida’s findings on that case.

Background

Kei Yoshihiko is an aspiring detective who is desperate to solve the case of his mother's disappearance, Ida Yoshihiko. Before she went missing, his mother was a journalist who wrote articles about strange disappearances in the city where they lived. But there was always something strange about Ida’s actions that Kei found interesting; whenever he went inside Ida’s room to check on her, he would always find sketches of a black horse carriage and notes about dreams she had about a magical mirror beckoning her to come to another world.

Kei gave her the benefit of the doubt and assumed she was just getting sleep deprived from the story she’s reporting on. But when her mother went missing the next day, Kei's father, Detective Yoshinori, jumped right into the investigation. Kei wanted to help with the case, but her father didn't want her to get in the way, so he quickly shut her down. Which really just made Kei feel absolutely useless in that moment. She couldn’t help find her own mother’s whereabouts simply because she wasn't qualified. Nothing but a glorified distraction in her mind.

He knows Yoshinori didn’t mean to make him feel this way, it was just his inner thoughts getting the best of him during this stressful situation. But that didn't stop Kei from finding out the truth. He took Ida's notes, drawings, drafts & began trying to figure out if they had anything to do with her sudden departure. After coming to a dead end, he decided to rest and continue his “investigation” the next day.

That night, however, Kei had a dream about a talking mirror. The mirror reflected a hand in its frame, beckoning him to approach it. Realizing that her mother's notes were correct, She stomps towards the mirror to yell at the possible cause of her mother’s disappearance. Only to wake up in a dark floating coffin with a feisty cat outside attempting to steal his newly acquired uniform.

Now stuck in the world of Twisted Wonderland, it is now Kei's goal to discover the secrets of  NRC while also attempting to determine whether or not his mother vanished in the world he has now found himself entangled in.

Personality/Situation

From day one in this new world, Kei Yoshihiko said that he was a junior detective. That was a lie.

Kei is not a detective. Yes, he has the skills worthy of one but it’s not official. Coming here to a new world gave Kei the opportunity to strive for his dream. Even if it’s in a magical world. Maybe even be a help to others in NRC by solving cases.

Eventually she started to slowly feel miserable. After case after case she solved all of them. But, more kept coming in this hell hole of a school. Crowley was oh-so happy to pile a work load onto someone else for a change and luckily for him Kei was the perfect person to hand it off to.

Soon enough, Kei started to develop an Imposter Syndrome and acted differently to how she was in the beginning. In the prologue Kei was a confused mess who often let people walk over him like he did previously in his world.  Now in later chapters Kei has become more stern, mysterious and most importantly done with everything.

All she just wanted was to find her mother and leave this place. But of course, Crowley wasn’t doing his due diligence to help out Kei as much as she helped him. Leaving her having a disdain for the raven looking headmaster. Now she has to deal with cases, blots and finding a way back home. Which only makes her life even stressful.

But later on as he continues to live in the dingy Ramshackle dorms with his demanding cat Grim, he begins to realize that even if his treatment was grueling. He signed himself up for disaster in the first place. Lying about being a detective. Noticing that he is also at fault for his own well being.

Coming to terms with herself, she continued to solve cases and help out whenever she could to students in need of a mystery to solve. And so she could feel less useless to the people around her. In the end, Kei has grown bonds with different students and housewardens. Even got herself into a relationship. Which was a huge surprise to her as well. 

Even if Kei still acts stern and serious, he does have his soft moments with the main cast. Often being vulnerable to make them feel comfortable around him. Deep down he does this out of care even if it meant lying to others about his profession.

Kei knows that one day, she would eventually have to tell them the truth even if it would hurt her on the inside. She’s just waiting for the right moment. When will that moment come? Well that is a mystery soon to be solved.

Trivia

Whenever Kei gets annoyed or flustered she starts to speak Osaka-Ben. She picked up that speech from her father and relatives in Osaka.

Gets completely stubborn at the mention of sleep. Refusing to go rest until her work is fully complete.

Often prefers to work alone but over time Kei has gotten used to his company. 

Has been learning how to handle Seeker’s Will properly but is still at his beginner phase. Usually better at restraining people rather than attacking them.

Her parents helped dye her hair when she first turned 18

When Kei was a kid, she would often rummage through her dad’s files of different cases. Some of the gruesome pictures didn’t really affect Kei in her young state. Which just made her parents worried for a few months.

Is currently in a relationship with Rook. This was a surprise to Kei because he never believed that he could ever be in a relationship. Especially with someone like, well…him.

Bonus

Transparent and Nameless Ver.

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[dreamingofaizawa]

Just having marriage thots about my faves and ring substitute ideas for them

Instead of a ring, Katsuki Bakugo gets your name tattooed around his ring finger in the most elegant scrawl. He’ll discreetly kiss it every once in a while, especially when he misses you.

Eijiro Kirishima has a tattoo of your silhouette on his left pec, right above his heart. Whenever he goes into a fight, big or small, he’ll trace the shape with his fingers and whisper a promise to win and come home to you.

Izuku Midoriya wears his ring when not on patrol. He wears one of those silicon rings when he does patrol, so it doesn’t get broken or lost easily. It’s got your name molded on the inside, along with your wedding date. He always looks at it for good luck.

Shoto Todoroki wears his ring on a pretty silver chain. He always brings it up to his lips, oftentimes absent minded, just to whisper your name and a small ‘I love you’.

Ochako Uraraka gets a matching tattoo with you, both behind the ear. They say ‘I love you’ in each other’s handwriting. She loves to touch it whenever she gets the chance, always wants to remind herself of you.

Momo Yaoyorozu creates your ring herself, just as she wants it to look on you. She has a tattoo of the exact ring on her own finger, and will rub it with her thumb when she’s stressed.

Tenya Iida gets an ear piercing that matches your own. You each wear one half of the set of stud earrings, with the diamonds he planned on putting on your rings. He doesn’t touch it, but he remembers it often. He sees it in every reflection he comes across and it reminds him of you, of home.

Mezo Shoji has a tiny tattoo of the enchanted rose from Beauty and the Beast on the inside of his wrist. He got it because he knows anyone else wold see him as a beast because of his appearance, but if he’s a beast then you are his beauty, because you love him as he is. You have a matching tattoo of Beast’s horn behind your ear.

Shouta Aizawa has your name embroidered on his capture scarf. Seems a bit strange, but he explains that it’s the one possession he has that’s practically indestructible. And it’s always with him. To him, you’re like his safety net, reliable and sturdy and permanent in his life.

Keigo Takami gives you one of his feathers on a necklace (yes, I know its been done before). It’s small, light. Small enough to keep in a little glass locket around your neck so it doesn’t fly away in the breeze. He can feel your heart beating always, making sure you’re okay. He can feel when you whisper ‘I love you’ and ‘come home safe’. He always does.

Nemuri Kayama has your lips tattooed on her neck. It’s from the first time you guys started exploring each other’s bodies. She remembers it like yesterday.

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Midnight- Park Jay (001)

Jay was looking at the mirror. He was eyeing himself. After he lost his family his mind seems to work in a whole different way. His mind is blaming himself for the death of his family.

It feels like his mind is trying to manipulate him. In his mind the person with the gun was him who was a little child that didn't know if the gun was real or not. He pulled the trigger to see if that gun was real. Because of him doing that his family died due to him. That's what his mind thinks.

Even though he knows that it is not the truth and his mind is thinking wrong things. Sometimes he wants to kill himself due to the guilt inside him. He tried to drown himself in water many times. But nothing worked.

He is cutting his hand making little cuts. The red blood makes him excited like a kid who is excited to have some candy. There is blood drops dropping from his hand to the ground. He is looking at the ground which is slowly being filled with the blood drops from his hand.

He sighed and took the first aid kit. He opened it and bandaged his cuts so that no more blood drops from it.

Jay went to put the first aid kit back at it's place. After some time he turned on the TV to see the news even though he is not interested. He saw the news about him again.

"Yesterday a dead body has been found in the Hands river. The body was pulled out of water when it was discovered. There was a tattoo of a black rose at the neck of the victim. Who is this person that has been killing people at midnight? What does the black rose mean? Did the victim do something to the killer that made the killer kill the victim? " The person on the news channel kept blabbering.

Jay turned off the TV annoyedly. Then he went to his room to open his treaured box which was full of the album pictures taken with his family when they were alive, some videos and clips of his family, some treasured items of his family.

He took out two lockets from the box. Both of the lockets had a half heart shaped on it. Just by looking at it he could remember his mom.

His mom was buying two lockets which had the half heart design on it.

"Mom why are you buying those lockets? " little Jay asked her as he was curious.

"Dear because the heart is divided into two halves when it is broken. It can mean that someone owns half piece of your heart or you own their half piece of heart. Besides whenever you fall in love with someone give one piece of this locket to that person to let that person to know that you love her" Jay's mom said.

Jay remembered his mother's words just by looking at the locket.

" Mom I don't think that I would have someone that I love truly. After you, dad and Jiyeon left from my life my life has been meaningless. It is like a dead flower without sunlight, water. And who would love a psycho like me? Obviously nobody " Jay said to himself as he chuckled sadly.

There was Chaeyun who was almost sleeping in her maths class. The maths class felt so boring for her. The teacher was blabbering some formulas and how to do the maths while she was almost dying. By the end of the class she knew that she was gonna fail in maths. Luckily the teacher didn't notice her sleeping.

"I don't understand Mathematics no matter how hard I try. To be honest why is Maths so hard? It makes me go through five stages of grief at once" Chaeyun muttered to herself.

Chaeyun looked at the clock seeing that there are two hours left until college hours ends. She has to wait patiently for these two hours to end so that she can finally go home. Her favourite place at college is the college gate because even though it is the place where she enters hell it is also the place where she leaves the hell named college.

After two hours finally it was time to go home. Chaeyun was happily walking to her home until she saw some couples at the nearby park. Those couples were holding hands, hugging, kissing at a public place not caring about what other's think. It made her feel disgusted. She looked away quickly.

"Can't they get a room for themselves? The park is a public place for everyone and here they are doing disgusting couple things. Being single while watching this makes me feel more single. I guess I was born just to be a third wheel" Chaeyun said to herself.

Chaeyun was too busy in her thoughts. She was not watching where she is going causing her to bump into a stranger making both of them almost fall on the ground. Luckily he caught her waist on time.

Jay was walking through the streets as he wanted to outside for a walk. The walk was going peacefully until he had to bump into someone causing both of them to almost fall. He almost cursed at her until he saw her face. Jay caught her waist on time so that she doesn't fall on the ground embarrassing herself.

'She seems familiar' Jay thought to himself.

Chaeyun quickly bowed to him and apologized for bumping into him.

"From next time watch where you are going instead of walking like a blind person on the streets" Jay said to her in a cold tone.

She looked back at him as he ignored her and started to go on his way back. Just by the first meeting she had already started to despise him because of his attitude. Chaeyun gave him a stern gaze as she tried to keep a poker face and rolled her eyes towards him.