#drabbles..hopefully the flow is going well

[colleenmurphy]

"Mary pack your things. Your time's come."

Sitting bolt upright it felt like ice was running through her veins. What had her father done now to have her sent away? It was Friday so it must have been a card game. The meaning of her mother's words fell heavy on her heart. Just last week Jennie Murray had gotten married to a man old enough to be her father because her father's dealings with a horse sale fell through when the carthorse dropped dead. Two months before that a poker game went badly for Ruby Miller's family and she ended up married to a fellow who liked to drink a little too much. Last Mary knew she'd seen Ruby sporting a shiner so dark it would have been comical as hell on anyone else. Now it was her turn.

"Change always comes in threes, Mary. You're going to have a good life."

Was what her mother left her with before pressing a small pouch of silver and gold into her hands to hide amongst her things. Instinctively Mary knew what this was, the nest egg for 'just in case'. Usually used for when the man of the house lost his job or needed to be bailed out. Her father on the other hand left her with a trunk with a full service of china and silver, a linen tablecloth and her Granny Mary's crucifix as well as a box with a sterling silver lock much like the one that Granny also wore as a necklace. That had been buried with her over in the churchyard some time ago. As the eldest child ( she was technically the eldest twin) it had been her responsibility to set a good example and as much as she was terrified she tried her very best to not let it show. As her mother and sister helped her dress she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. To keep the tears pushed down. Her best friend Josephine was away visiting her grandparents so a letter, no matter how smudged the ink or tear streaked it was Mary Alaura poured her soul and very worries out. Apologies for the millions of lives and dreams they'd had together. Now that had to be put away and shelved in a space in her heart that she would forever cherish. Standing in front of the looking glass in her bedroom she didn't recognize the reflection. Dressed in the brightest white dress she'd ever seen she felt she glowed. The stiff high lace collar and sleeves made her feel like a doll as the skirt swished. Her face was still hers as she watched her long dark hair be carefully brushed, perfumed and braided with small red roses and ivy Ruth had found somewhere. Once her mother and sister were finished her face was dusted lightly with powder and her lips stained an equally rich red as the flowers in her hair. This was not the girl that woke up this morning. She was helped to step into her heeled buttoned boots and was cried over for twenty minutes while she tried her hardest to keep herself together.

'I don't even know his name so I couldn't even tell you what my new last name will be. I love you and please stay safe.'

A flourish and her name was signed just as she stuffed it into the envelope she heard a commotion outside. Stepping out onto the front porch, thankfully covered from the rain that pelted down in sideways sheets she heard hooves. The sound seemed to surround her, it was steady like a pulsing heartbeat. Off in the distance she thought she saw a flash of light. The family pack of dogs, lean looking whippet dogs that her father had brought home after a successful card game. She called them her sight hounds. Her mother seemed to think that more than two of them had coyote or coy dog in them. A pair of gleaming Friesians pulled an equally gleaming carriage. The lanterns on each side were lit and gleamed along with the hinges and knobs like quicksilver. The carriage came to a complete stop the horses standing quietly as the rain came down staring silently at the hounds.

A tall thin gentleman dressed in a tasteful black suit and overcoat exited the carriage and walked towards her. His black leather shoes were obviously handmade, she recognized her uncle Yancy's stitchwort anywhere. This man had money.

"Good evening. I'm Charles William Hoyt Hill."

He reached out a hand to Mary as he stood before her and her hounds. She noticed that his stormy blue eyes held the same twinge of grey her green eyes did. Two halves of the same being awoke that stormy evening after centuries of long slumber on the mountain top with rushing roaring waters.

[mint-yooxgi]

Delectable - Yandere!Naga!Wooyoung

Yandere AU & Naga AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Wooyoung X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,453

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, drugging, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Short little drabble for you guys! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Third of The Feral Drabbles

You should be more careful walking in the woods at night, you never know what creeps in the dark. Even I can sense the hungry eyes that follow your every move; you’re lucky I found you first. 

Then again, this has always been the plan.

Your skin is much softer than I could have ever imagined. The warmth that radiates from you is addictive, and I can’t wait to get you back to my nest- excuse me- our home. You’ll be much more comfortable there than on the cold, hard forest floor. Besides, I’ll be able to wrap myself around you better. 

For your protection, of course. No other reason…

It’s not like I’ve been dreaming of this moment for weeks or anything. The feeling of finally having you in my arms… well, there’s none like it.

My reptilian friends always tell me about you. They have to. I tell them to. Ever since the first time you walked through my territories, I couldn’t let you go. I knew in my heart of hearts I had to have you, and that we were made for each other. Though, I’m not quite sure how you’ll react to me. Hopefully positively.

I did save you, after all.

Everything went as planned. The animals listened to me, or well, at least the ones that count. They helped you lose your way in the foliage, leading you right into my trap. 

Or should I say right into my awaiting arms?

It had been a simple plan, really. I’m surprised how easily you fell for it, given how intelligent you are. It’s one of the reasons why I love you so much. Finally, there’s someone to match me at my every level.

Your tracks and path back through the woods had been covered, and then you were chased deeper through the bush by a ‘large animal’. 

Really, I didn’t mean to scare, nor deceive you, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 

I couldn’t have you leaving me again. You’ll understand, right? Besides, I appeared just in time to save your life. Though, I don’t know how much of that you’ll remember. After all, some of my venom is flowing through your veins at this very moment. It’s why I have to carry you home right now, rather than leading you there on foot. I don’t need you gathering your bearings too quickly. You’re not meant to leave me now. Not after all of this hard work and effort I put in to making you mine.

I’ll admit, the bite had another meaning other than just injecting my venom into your bloodstream. It’s meant to warn others not to touch you. It’s my own claim on you, for now, until such a time when you allow me the honour of properly mating with you. It might be a little difficult at first, but I think we’ll manage just fine. Besides, I overheard you laughing with that stupid friend of yours the other day about it. I nearly broke my cover then and there when I heard you teasing him about certain reptilian anatomy.

You, of course, seemed very eager to share your knowledge. Him, on the other hand, kept stuttering and fumbling in his steps. I could sense the heat radiating off of him from your words, and I could just tell his thoughts weren’t very pure where you and he were concerned. 

So, you’ll understand when I say I had to get rid of him. Besides, only I should ever get to be that close to you. You’re mine.

Oh, I’m sorry My Darling, I guess I tightened my grip on you too much just now. I can’t help it, I just get so worked up whenever I think about you. Especially when I picture you in the arms of another.

There. You seem to quite enjoy my hand brushing over your head. 

Dare I be so bold as to caress the side of your face?

…I don’t care if it’s subconscious, I know what I just saw. What I just felt.

You leant into me. You wanted my touch. Perhaps you’ll soon crave mine as I’ve desperately been craving yours.

I should probably mention that my scales are quite sensitive, especially around my sides. Countless nights have been spent curled up in our bed, desperately fantasizing about how your delicate hands will feel all over me. My own touch can only go so far; only satisfy me so much.

Fuck, you smell so delectable right now. This is the closest we’ve ever been, and your scent is already starting to rub off on me. Which also means that, pleasantly, you will start smelling like me, too.

How it should be. How it is always meant to be.

Yep. I can already sense it in the air. The crisp aroma of you mingling so beautifully with me dances on my tongue. Though, that’s not the only thing I desperately crave to scent. To taste.

I’ve only ever caught the pleasant scent of your arousal once on all of your explorations into my territory, and I desperately wish I could say it was because of me. Alas, it was not. It has been due to that friend of yours that one day. You seemed to like him in the same ways he liked you, maybe even more. 

I couldn’t stand for that. He never deserved you. You’re too good for him. You belong with me, and I with you.

What only made it worse was the thought of him touching you.

Good thing he’ll no longer be a problem for us.

No, only I shall get to please you. Only I will be able to understand your captivating body like you’ve always deserved. I want to take my time exploring every bump and crevice. After all, every dip and curve is mean for me. Only I am meant to map out every inch of your body, using my hands, my lips, my tongue.

Once I’ve done that, then the true fun can begin. Then, I’ll finally be able to know every single little touch that drives you crazy, working you up in the best of ways before you’re gushing on my cocks, desperate for more.

Perhaps I’ll even use some more of my venom on you. I’ve been told I have quite a strong aphrodisiac, which only makes every touch that much more sensitive for you. 

Of course, this would all be with your consent. I’d never do anything you were uncomfortable with, or anything that might scare you away. I love you. Besides, I’m your saviour, remember?

Mmmh, just thinking about your fucked out expression as my cocks fill you to the brim is enough to get me going. I’ll have to spend some time preparing you for me, though. Not that I’ll mind at all, it just means more time spent between those plush thighs of yours, working that weeping cunt open to fit all of me in you.

Fuck, I can’t wait to feel myself dripping out of you, your tight walls milking me for everything I’ve got.

You’d like that, wouldn’t you? The feeling of my two cocks buried in that tight little pussy of yours, claiming you as mine in every primal way I know how? I bet you’d love me covering you in my scent, having my come dripping out of you for weeks and letting everyone know that you belong to me, and I to you.

I want to make you come so hard, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you nearly pass out from the pleasure of it all. I want to make you see stars as you scream my name, your nails digging into my back as you pull me closer. I want to feel your legs wrapping around my waist, drawing me into your warmth as if you might just float away if you let go. I want to kiss you breathless, letting you feel my love for you in every movement as I claim you as my own.

More than all of that, though, I want to make you as desperate for me as I am for you.

Oh, I hope my pleased hiss didn’t just cause you to stir. I can get so lost in my own fantasies sometimes…

That’s just the effect you have on me.

Luckily, it does not appear that you’ve been disturbed, but don’t worry, we’re almost home. I’ll wrap you up properly in our bed, and make sure not to leave you until you’re conscious again.

After all, that’s when our life together will truly start.

I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. 

You’re safe with me.

[springdandelixn]

Green Knitted Sweater

Loki x Reader

Summary: You’re angry because of Tony’s stupidity and Loki has a way to calm you down.

Warnings: fluff, some violence, Loki the Protecto, early stages of relationship (is that even a warning)

Some fluffy Loki to ease the drama from Behind Closed Doors. Comments and thoughts are very much welcome. Reblogs and likes are appreciated! Although this is only a drabble, I still hope you enjoy, Babies! 💚 Also credits to the owner of the photo uwu

It’s almost noon when Loki walks out of his room, his hands running down the Midgardian outfit he’s conjured for himself; a green knitted sweater, keeping his Asgardian colors to heart, dark jeans, and a pair of leather shoes. He still finds the outfit too plain, void of the regality he’s used to back home but after you told him last week that he would look good in a sweater, the god of mischief made such a decision to put on the outfit, not to fit into the earthly customs but to hopefully impress you of his new appearance.

Your relationship with Loki wasn’t all chocolates and flowers at the beginning. Loki struggled to adjust to his new role or rather punishment from the chaos he’s ensued in New York last year that he be part of his brother’s Midgardian crusaders.

With you being the Avengers appointed secretary, or how you like to point out, babysitter, it became your job to help the god adapt, not only to earth’s culture and way of living but to also see the beauty in helping mankind, even when you openly expressed that sometimes people needed to be hit once or twice. It was a tedious task to shoulder for it wasn’t only Loki you were aiding, but Vision as well, though you had Wanda’s help for that.

But slowly and surely, Loki has been doing well, and eventually, you both found a lot in common, especially with your fondness for reading that he would sometimes invite you to read in the library or in the common room, eventually ending up with him inviting you to his room with the book dropping to the ground and soon after, both your clothes.

He walks through the halls, nervousness, and excitement washing over him as he makes his way to your office, hoping to catch you by surprise, the image of you stunned in your seat and speechless when you see him in such clothing filling his mind and making him smile. But he halts mid-step and leans against the wall when the ground suddenly shakes, a roar echoing throughout the compound then a loud alarm following soon after, putting him on high alert and quickly changing back to his Asgardian leathers, cape flowing down his back and his daggers sliding down his grasps.

“Loki?” He snaps his head to the side when he sees his brother also clad in his armor, Mjolnir tight in his hold. “What happened?” Thor asks.

“I don’t know,” Loki responds and runs after Thor down the halls of the compound when a roar sounds once more, a series of shouting coming after.

They end up in the lab and duck just in time when a computer gets thrown at them, Loki looking up with wide eyes when he sees the Hulk stomping down on the floor, eyes trained at Tony who only has his arm covered by the Iron Man suit.

“What the fuck did you do, Tony?!” Loki’s heart surges in panic when he hears your voice, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of your presence and his body going rigid when he sees you crouched under a table, your eyes locked on the engineer with anger.

“I didn’t do anything!” Tony shouts back then fires his blaster at the incoming chair the Hulk throws in his direction.

Several footsteps then echo behind him and Loki immediately holds his arm out to prevent the other Avengers from intervening, knowing full well from your teaching that when the Hulk comes out, the only one who can calm him down is Natasha.

A gasp then leaves Wanda’s lips, making him look back at the Hulk only for him to feel fear run up his spine, his hands gripping on the hilt of his daggers tightly when he sees you walking slowly towards Banner, your arm stretched out while softly calling to him.

Loki tries to call your attention but they fall on deaf ears when you continue to inch closer to the Hulk, feeling himself get agitated with the stupidity you’re trying to attempt.

“Where’s Romanoff?!” Loki hisses.

“We’ll look for her.” Vision volunteers, Wanda taking hold of the synthezoid’s hand before both of them phase up the ceiling.

“Hey there, Big guy.” Loki hears you say, watching you stand still as the Hulk walks closer to you. “The sun’s getting real low.” The room goes silent, but Loki can feel the tension that looms over all of them that he can even hear Steve’s feet getting restless and Thor’s anxious breathing.

The lullaby seems to be working as the Hulk stretches out his arm to you, his head tilting to the side as if examining you. But the Hulk stops, a grunt escaping from his nose then a roar, your screams filling the destruction when he makes a fist and swings it in your direction.

Loki swiftly jumps in and wraps his arms around you, pushing you away before the Hulk’s fist meets its mark. He grunts when his back hits the wall but recovers instantly, his eyes wide and full of worry when he hears you whimper, holding you back and seeing your eyes closed, the tears streaming down your face as you clutch on him tightly.

Another growl emerges and Loki looks up, seeing the Hulk’s eyes trained at the both of you, the veins on his neck straining from the anger that continues to encase him.

“Brother!” Loki shouts and Thor growls as he launches himself at their teammate, Steve following soon after, the Hulk’s attention moving towards the men, giving Loki a chance to conjure you away from the chaos.

-

You keep your hands clutching the chest of whoever saved you, the fear of almost getting killed by the Hulk filling your being, making you shiver and cry uncontrollably.

What you did was stupid. You knew only Natasha could successfully pull off the lullaby but you hoped that Bruce would see you through the Hulk’s eyes and allow you to calm him down yourself. But goodness were you wrong, very wrong.

You feel strong arms wrap around you, a hand running up your back, the action helping you calm down.

“Shhh, Darling, it’s okay. You’re safe now.” You blink your eyes open and see Loki’s face in front of you, his emerald eyes full of concern, and the way his forehead creases makes his worry known. Relief and fear and worry mix all within you that makes you cry harder, your arms circling around his neck as you pull yourself tighter in his embrace.

“You’re okay now. You’re with me.” He assures you, his voice low and his lips against your hair as he continues to rub soothing circles on your back. “I’m here. You’re with me. You’re safe.”

“I’m sorry, Loki,” You hiccup the words against his neck, your fingers gripping tighter on him. “Thank you for saving me.”

You hear footsteps echo through the room and you know that the rest of the Avengers are present, seeing you in such a vulnerable state. Another hand then rests on your shoulder and you slowly look up to see Thor looking down at you with the same expression as his brother.

“Are you okay, Lady?” He asks.

But it’s Loki who answers for you. “She’s fine. Just really shaken up.”

The fear within you suddenly subsides, anger and rage taking its place when you hear Tony call your name, his steps hurried as he makes his way to the common room. Your fists clench and you immediately pull away from Loki’s hold, running towards the engineer and shoving him hard when you get closer to him, making the man stagger and step back from you.

“What the fuck did you do, Tony?! Why did the Hulk come out?!” You shout and you feel the men behind you get a little closer, making you hold your hand out to stop them.

“I didn’t do anything!” Tony argues, raising his hands up in defense. “I was just showing Bruce some of the Halloween decorations I found in your office and I may have…accidentally scared him.” He admits and you fume with rage, taking a step closer to him that makes him move back again. “I didn’t know he was afraid of ghost face.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that Bruce needs a calm space?!” You shout. “What kind of idiot would scare someone who physically changes into a superhuman being when they feel a sudden jolt of emotions?!” The anger rolls through your tongue and to your veins, your hands clenching into fists as Tony continues to explain.

“I didn’t know okay? It was harmless f—”

“Harmless?!” You throw your hands up in disbelief at his words. “There’s probably millions worth of damage in that room right now! What the fuck am I going to tell Fury?!” The growl that leaves you is feral and how you wish you could turn into a rabid animal and tear the man before you into shreds.

“She almost got hurt, Stark.” Steve interjects.

“Hurt? She almost got killed!” Loki snarls at Tony, making you look back at the god who’s now only a couple of feet away from you.

“But she’s not hurt or dead.” Tony snorts and gestures to you. “She’s fi—”

You don’t hold back, anger completely taking over you and you throw your fist at him, hitting him square in the jaw, making Tony groan in pain when he staggers back and hits his back against a wall. You sense the tension in the room but you don’t care. You’re angry and it’s because of the man who claims himself to be a genius yet continues to do stupid things.

You don’t wait for Tony to recover and hit him again, this time to his stomach and he groans, clutching on his abdomen from your assault. The fire in you is burning brightly and you’re seeing red, that all that’s in your mind right now is to hurt the man in front of you. You angle your fist for another blow but you miss your mark when you’re suddenly lifted from the ground, your eyes widening in shock when Loki hauls you over his shoulder and carries you out of the common room, seeing the look of surprise on the Avengers' faces and a smirk on Thor’s.

“Put me down, Loki!” You shout and hit his back, your legs flailing in the air as you try to escape his hold but he wraps his other arm around both, restraining your movements as he walks to the hall holding the private quarters. “I mean it, Loki! Put me down!” You growl and then wince when he pinches your calf hard.

He enters his room and carefully puts you down on his bed but you waste no time getting up and make your way to the door. But Loki is fast, his body blocking the only exit, grunts, and groans leaving your lips when he won’t budge as you try to push him away. Curse his otherworldly abilities.

“Let me go, Loki! I’m not done with Tony!”

“Darling, please. Calm down.” He coaxes you, placing both hands on your shoulders. “I know you're angry but hurting him will not solve anything.” He reasons.

“But Tony! Arrgh!” You scream internally, clenching your fists tight before sighing in defeat and dropping your head against his chest. “He’s done so much shit already and I’ll be getting the brunt of it from SHIELD.” You whine. “And all he’ll get is a slap on the wrist.”

“You can simply tell Fury that he put your life at risk,” Loki suggests, his hands framing your hips as he slowly pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin atop your head. “I know the other would back you up on that.”

“I suppose.” You sigh, closing your eyes, and moving to rest your cheek against his chest. “But I’m still angry.”

Loki begins rubbing circles against your back again, his hand soothing you along with the soft material that presses against your cheek, which you suddenly find unusual, making you open your eyes and move your head back, seeing Loki’s armor gone, replaced by a green knitted sweater.

You blink and reach up to press your hand against his chest, a smile slowly forming on your lips as the soft fabric tickles your skin.

“Are you calm now?” Loki asks and you look up to see a smile on his face.

You nod your response.

“I was supposed to show you this outfit before all the commotion.” He explains, his hand reaching up to cup your face, his thumb rubbing gently against the apple of your cheek. “Do you like it, Darling?” He asks.

You nod once more. “I knew you’d look good in a sweater.” You say softly before a smirk plays on your lips. “But as much as it looks good on you, I really want to peel it off of you.”

Loki laughs and you smile widely at such beautiful sound, your smile going soft when he leans down and presses his forehead against yours, his nose lightly grazing on your own.

“By all means, My Love. Do as you wish.” He says softly and you move to stand on the tips of your toes, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

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[oboetemasuka]

Counterattack, phase 3

"Betrayal"

(An "Order of Attack" side story)

@good-beans, when you attack me, you understand that you are liable to get a taste of your own medicine, right? :)))

So... what a nice drabble you have over here... How would you feel if I destroyed it made it flow nicely from your other one?

Oh hey, I finally wrote in Mappi's POV.

(Cw for Amane's cult/child abuse mindset)

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Mahiru walked through the open door to Shidou's cell, holding two trays of breakfast in her hands. Shidou nodded and gestured to a table, and Mahiru set the trays down.

She looked over at the patients resting on opposite sides of the room, with their injured sides by the respective walls. Uniforms cut for ease of movement, not that they would be moving much. Mahiru had cut her own sleeves during the brief moment of freedom (at Shidou and Yuno's suggestion) so she could help out. Every free hand counts.

Mahiru noticed that Amane's head was turned towards the wall. Could she be awake? She quietly approached and took a seat.

"Oh, Amane-chan… are you-"

"Shiina Mahiru. Why did you betray me?" Full-name basis? Amane's words stung.

"Betray? What do you mean?"

"Why did you take Kirisaki Shidou's side?" Her voice sounded choked. 

"I wasn't taking sides… what is this about?"

Amane turned her head and locked her eye on Mahiru. "You let this happen to me." She gestured to her eyepatch.

Mahiru felt a pang of regret for asking Yuno to come to her cell. "I'm sorry… I would have stayed in Yuno's cell if I knew-"

"That does not matter. You let Kirisaki Shidou take my trial from me." 

Amane put a thumb under her eyepatch to lift it. Mahiru gently pushed her hand away from her eye. "I can't let you-"

"Let go!" Amane shrieked, slapping Mahiru's hand with her other hand. Mahiru withdrew her hand and held it at a distance, then she looked over her shoulder and shook her head so Shidou wouldn't intervene.

"I'm sorry. But I care too much to see you hurt."

"If you care about me, then why would you see me off to my doom?"

"I don't want you to die."

"That is not your place—or that doctor's—to decide. This is my trial alone." She blotted the tears from her left eye. "All I wanted was to be a good girl… No matter how difficult it was to achieve, no matter how painful the trials… and now I can't even hope for that now…"

Mahiru took a moment to figure out what to say. "It's not too late, Amane-chan. You have your whole life ahead of you… well…" She realized Amane wouldn't hear out any more concerns about her health. "…I'm trying to be a good girl too. I've done terrible things… Someone I loved is dead because of me. Is it too late for me?" She looked at Amane hopefully.

Amane took her time to answer. "N-no… It's not."

"Then can you help me out here?" Quiet. "I'd need you to stay alive to help." Still quiet. "Can we be good together?"

Mahiru almost thought that Amane was ignoring her until she mumbled under her breath.

"Shiina Mahiru, You are asking a lot of me. But I care about you very much."

"Hm? I missed that last part. Can you speak up?"

"I said, I see very much potential in you. A lot of innate goodness in you. I suppose, for your sake, I can bend the laws of my faith."

"Thank you, Amane-chan."

It would be a long way to forgiveness, but at least there was a way.

[windser]

college hockey scara !!

a/n: short little drabble. i still have something going for your request anon but this came out too easy not to write.

He gets like this sometimes, after a tough game or a long day at practice. Others find it difficult to differintate between his usual scowl and tension, but you've learned to note the additional coils sitting tight under his musculature that prickle his mood.

Scaramouche never enjoys asking for help, but he's learned to adjust to your meddling.

At the very least gains an incentive from it.

Tonight, however, it had taken considerably less conviction to get him to relax. The man only putting a fight for the sake of it when your fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt.

A scowl and a grunt later, he's spread out against the bed on his stomach while you hover above.

Your hands slide along the dip of his spine, pressing firmly into the deep indentation in the skin. You weren’t skilled by any sorts, but somehow just the right pressure and touch seemed to flow from your fingertips. There was always a plentiful supply of taut muscles for you to practice on, some born from stress but most from overuse.

Sometimes he was vocal about where he needed relief, other times observant eyes were able to pick up on the shift of his hips that guided you to the right spot.

And when it was found-

Well he had a way of letting you know.

The first muffled whine that spilled past his lips had you pulling back with a start. There were times you pushed a little too hard and needed guidance. It was his quick reflexes, however, that returned your hands to the warmth of his back; letting you know that it was not the case. Turning his head away from the pillow, he muttered a quiet ‘keep going’ before his indigo eyes slipped closed.

Albeit more hesitantly, your hand roams the perimeter of his back, digits walking across the broad surface and knuckles kneading away twisted knots. You learned to be careful with showing too much enthusiasm towards physical affection. Not out of lack of wanting too, but more out of care towards limiting encouragement. Though Scaramouche hardly needed assistance in that department.

“Archons… that feels good.”

It was more the texture of his voice than the content that has you squirming from your perch. The implications are too similar to another act all together and it piques your curiosity towards a darker setting. Heat draws from below to the tips of your ears and a quick shake of your head is used to clear your thoughts.

“Scaramouche!”

He snickers beneath you, his obvious amusement a telltale sign of the game played. The heat of his gaze catches your face but you refuse to acknowledge it out of spite. You’re sure, however, that the added pressure of your touch is enough of a response.

“Screaming my name already. I forget, who is touching whom?”

A soft ‘tsk’ wedges between your teeth, a more favorable sound than the groan of exasperation that tends to be more common in situations like this. The snarky forward was a constant bait that you instinctively rose to, again and again.

The lines in his back were fewer and far between, the taut pulls less noticeable visibly and hopefully physically as well. His request was more than fulfilled, your touches reduced to simple caresses below the nape. The lack of intention was enough to let your mind wander to a place of appreciation and bated relief. It was rare to find him willing to accept frivolous affections, often deeming them underserved despite your willingness to give them freely. His past might be behind him, but it was still dense enough for you to grasp and understand.

When Scaramouche came to you gradually, it was hard not to take notice of the touched starved nerves swelling under his skin. He was never good at hidden the brunt of his emotions. His tongue lied well, but his gaze always wanted.

Needed.

When your eyes eventually refocus you’re able to take in the warm gaze watching you carefully. There is a tint of concern at the tilt of his lips, a manufactured mute button in place of his hilarity.  Crafting a reassuring smile of your own, you’re pleased to see it taken in stride as the male snorts and returns his chin to the seat of his arms. The wiggle of his hip, however, let you know that he’s still conscious of the shift.

Catching on to the ends of his frisky nature, you find yourself lowered to line up your forms, lips placed precariously by his ear. He can feel the upward turn of your lips, but its not the touch that returns every inch of tightness previously released from his body.

It's the hitched moan that leaves your lips.

This time, he decides, games are well and over.

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) Drabbles: Klaus Mikealson- Laid Up

It came out of nowhere. That’s just how Klaus was with everything and everyone. I’m one moments turn everything could change. He could go from anger to begging on his knees for you to love him and kiss him all over.

It was a rather funny thing that you sensed was ever changing with Klaus. Six months together well actually a full year together being the closest of friends and just now six months together. When it first happened it was extremely exciting. Klaus had dragged you almost all the way towards his room.

Louisiana sits high in the background, the sun has set and there’s a breeze in the hot summers air. Your sun dress is sticking to your hot skin has Klaus shut… more like slams his bedroom door. That night he doesn’t tell you he loves, but he shows you he loves you. Deep thrusts that make everything fell foggy and hot skin pressed together bruises that became darker by the second.

Months laters, Klaus is yet again tugging you into his bedroom. It’s become a shred space between the two of you. You bright color and twinkling lights with you, along with throw pillows he grumbled about how annoying they were.

“Fuck sweetness, do you know how pretty you are? My pretty little thing.” Klaus is saying as he combs a few fingers through your hair. He pushing and pulling you all over the room until you manage to make it to you bed.

When he does get you to the soft side of the mattress. Your knees hitting the back of the bed and causing you to fall on your back. Klaus is on you like flies to a light. Buzzing and throbbing to be right next to you right inside you. His touches this time are more delicate than most other times. He takes his time with you getting you clothes off and leaving sweet kisses to your hot skin.

The night is forever long in the best of senses. Klaus is powerful and strong with his ability to make you fall apart in your bed. You don’t remember how tou ended up under the sheets wrapped in Klaus arms, and you honestly don’t give two shits. Your body is hot and sticky, your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest.

What you do remember is being swooped up into Klaus arms. His breathing is slowing and he’s lightly brushing a finger over your cheek bone. The silence is completely comfortable. That’s until Klaus is back to tapping away, the words flow effortlessly out of his mouth. A sense of grace and ease flow as Klaus mumbles the first and hopefully the many “I love you”. You can’t help but smile even in the darkness you know that Klaus is smiling just as wide as you are.

When you wake in the morning the sun as already roses way above the cities sky. Your body aches and your hair is all over the place. Your eyes still feel heavy even though you’ve somehow slept over. Klaus has you wrapped up tightly in his arms. He always opts to be the big spoon when you lay down which you don’t fight him on.

“Hmm Y/n stop moving.” You heart a disgruntled Klaus murmur. His voice is filled with sleep, but he has yet to open his eyes. You’re trying to get out of the bed, your hungry and need breakfast sooner rather then later. You move again his Klaus hold, this time it’s a gentle squeeze that keeps you in place. “Babe I need to move.” Your words are soft and sleep ridden just has much as his are. “I have to pee!” you declare as Klaus sighs heavily letting his grip on you fall.

You don’t try to make a run for it after using the bathroom. You can hear the kitchen calling your name, the recipe for your home made pancakes is calling for you. You scrub the sleep from your face and enter back into the bedroom. You lay into the sheets, soft and warmth is still radiating off of them. Klaus peeks just one eye open. He sees your back and he pulls back into his arms. You two lay in silence for a while it’s comfortable, breathing is the only thing to be heard. That’s until your stomach is sending very clear messages.

The grumbling noises causes you to groan and you try to get up but those strong arms don’t let you move. “Klaus, please I’m hungry.” You exclaim, yearning for food is an understatement for how hunger you are. You can hear Klaus whine from behind you his head tucked into your neck. “Please just let me go make some food I’ll come right back.” You beg but there’s nothing but until your try moving under his hold. “No don’t go.” It’s a quiet sleep filled statement. You move once more and this time it seems to have woken Klaus up completely.

“No, you can get up you’re my prisoner for today.” Klaus says his eyes finally opened and looking at you. He yawns widely before throwing his around you keeping you forever close to him. “You can’t just starve your prisoner baby.” You say logically. Logic had been thrown out of the window though long ago when Klaus first saw you. “I can do whatever I want to you y/n.” Klaus murmurs, rough and tough like but still into your neck. “How about you and I go downstairs make food and then we can come right back up here?” You suggest, the puppy dog eyes are being thrown in your direction. “Are you sure?” Klaus asks like a shy kid in school. You hum and feel his arms loosen around your chest and waist.

As you walk towards the bedroom door waiting for your lover to follow sluggishly behind you. You can help but turn “Oh and Klaus I love you too baby.” With that your turn and leave the room bound for the kitchen and a plate in front of you.

Completed on: 02/28/23

Posted on: 03/06/23

The originals-

[apalapucian]

snippet from the academic rivals drabble thing for @almosttenaciousmoon / @florenceafternoon, which has now, predictably, grown into a 5K self-indulgent tropey-ass not-drabble thing:

what she won't ever say, not after this and not ever, is that she's actually bone-tired, and her limbs are all screaming, and she's not sure where she's getting the audacity to return potter's smirk right now. she sees him trip almost imperceptibly over a stray pebble on the pavilion floor and she takes that split-second chance to break the stalemate, going for offense before he can strike again — his last stunning spell still burning on her shoulder — but his protego is just as lethal an offense, honestly, and lily staggers as the force of her reducto kicks back. she holds it though — adjusts her wandhold, channels the flow better, pushes harder — except his charm also holds, except, of course, his charm also holds fucking well, and they're back at it again, sphere of energy stuck between them, growing, sputtering, but barely moving toward anyone. lily holds her wand up with both hands. goddamnit. the magic eventually snaps on its own. but she doesn't rest, casts another body-bind, which he matches, just as quick — a loud bang distracts them both, the momentum breaking and sending them flying in opposite directions. lily doesn't stop to figure it out, she just sits up, ignoring her back protesting, raises her wand up — and it gets taken from her, just flies out of her grip to — "i said stop," someone says, not potter. the head judge has both of their wands in her hand. she turns to lily. "what school are you from?" she asks. "hogwarts." "and you?" this to james. "same as her." "then i'm calling this a tie," she drawls. "now out of here, all of you." she starts ushering the awestruck audience and the rest of the judges out of the pavilion, and lily gets up, dusts herself off, and walks over to her. "you can't have a tie — " she starts, still out of breath. "we can still go — " james has likewise started protesting. "but the ranking — " "i can do whatever i want," the head judge says, handing them both their wands back. "you both get the same amount of points for this round of dueling. the other subjects can factor into the ranking." it was clear there was no arguing her for it. soon it was just james and lily in the pavilion. james starts rolling his shoulders, wincing. "jesus, evans." "back at ya," says lily, testing her wrists. "ever heard of taking it easy?" "with you? never." "can’t believe you’d use confringo on me." "knew you'd block it," he says. "can’t believe you’d use depulso." she grins. "knew you'd block it."

anyway it will be up on ao3 when i finish (which will hopefully be sometime before i fly out to eras singapore this weekend). in the meantime - here's my ao3 please read and comment on stuff because my writing tank literally and desperately lives off internet validation.

thank you, love you, and don't forget to drink your water <3

[contrastparadoxx]

Typical Girls Sleepover

Summary: Soliel and Daseos have a sleepover! Collab Drabble between myself and @byrdstrolls Art by Byrdstrolls Word Count: 2651

As soon as she saw the car pull up Soliel went flying down the steps, pulling her jacket fully on as she went. She skidded to a halt next to the already beginning to roll down the driver’s side window. The conversation inside did not halt, so the rust was able to catch the back end of it.

“-ake sure you have everyone’s phone numbers Daseos”

“I do! G-d!!! I lived on the streets for MONTHS, remember?” She insists.

“The streets are one thing, a fucking, highblood neighborhood is another-” Hanagi mutters, and then jumps several figurative feet in the air out of startlement as she notices she’s been cursing and talking about hemophobia in front of a child that’s not Daseos. “Hi Soliel” She says, leaning an elbow on the side of the car, so naturally. Nice save. 

Soliel chimed in, chirping in the manner often found with her “The closest neighbors are preeeetty far away no worries Doc” she beamed as the driver finally turned to look at her with a worried look etched into her face.

“Well thanks” The rustblood replies. “You seem particularly chipper”

“I get to spend the day with my best friend in all the universe! Of course I’m excited! Wanna see my horns I’ve been following your instructions to the letter I literally can not feel them right now totally numb” She tilted her head so the other could see the flat top of her horns, then reached up and tapped them “It’s weird actually knowing I should be able to feel them but can’t!” By this point, Daseos had gotten out of the car, holding her overnight bag carefully.

“Good, Das is gonna help you get the prosthetics on, not being able to feel your horns will make that easier. Be safe, both of you, and try to make sure you get SOME sleep.”

“You’re not my lusus!” Daseos insists, running over to hug her friend. 

“I’ll keep an eye on her doc” Soliel salutes over the hug to the adult. “I’ll make sure she sleeps” 

“You better” Hanagi mutters, sighing as she watches Daseos go, before finally driving off. Daseos turns to her, grinning. 

“I got everything we need” She says, pat patting her bag. 

Soliel grinned back “Great! I have things set up inside, we should wait till daybreak so everyone’s asleep, so uh… what do you want to do until then?” She started to lead her best friend into the massive mansion via a side door closer to her portion of it. “Maybe we can do my horn thing, and then hang out in the ball pit, uhm, if you want”

“YOU HAVE A BALL PIT‽” 

“Uhm, yeah! Erik got it for me after I lamented that they don’t make them big enough once you’re no longer a wriggler and also they’re disgusting and full of germs” she held the door open. “Once you help get my caps on I’ll show it to you! I also got us matching bathrobes and they’re made from this fabric that originates off-planet, the softest thing you’ve ever felt I promise.”

“Thanks” Daseos replies, feeling a persistent ever so slight guilt inside her, that of a girl not used to having rich friends and being given luxurious things.

The two fell into chatter that jumped topics several times, weaving through everything but aliens to empire politics though neither ever seemed lost by the flow. They headed into Soliel’s bathroom, where the rust settled down on the edge of her bathtub so Daseos could easily reach the top of her head.

“Hanagi says normally this would hurt a lot which I guess makes sense especially for you since your horns are weird-“ She starts. 

“Hey!” Soliel retorts. 

“It’s true! Weird is cool!! I wish MY horns could glow! Anyway hopefully they’re actually as numb as they seem you know because it would suck if you ended up in pain”

“Yeah true we have waaaaay too much going on later” Soliel giggled until a small bonk from Das reminded her to hold still. She went rigid, even her chest barely moving as she breathed in and out.

“Okay-” Daseos says, bracing herself. “This should be easy, but you might get a headache later as the extra weight settles in. Buuuuuuut” Das’ tongue stuck out a bit from the corner of her mouth as she messed with the horn caps “that should do it!” She grins holding up her friend's head to face the mirror. 

“Get the light!!” Soliel requests, kicking her feet in excitement. 

“RIGHT” Daseos says, flicking off the bathroom’s light switch, and then eyes widening in wonder as she looks at her friend’s prosthetics glowing faintly in the block. “Yooooooooo” The jadeblood whispers in an unexpected moment of barely contained excitement. 

Her friend sits up from the chair, laughing in child-like glee and spinning in circles, watching her horns in the mirror. 

“You’re gonna be the coolest medium in the world, you know that?” Daseos says. “She’s gonna come straight out of the afterlife and say those caps are SICK”

After twisting in the mirror a moment, the joy from seeing her horns complete for the first time since The Incident caused the rest of them begin to glow to match the caps. Soliel wiped the forming tears away, and turned to Daseos. “Okay I know I said we should wait until sunrise BUT no one bothers me over here and Erik’s probably busy anyway so what if we went and set up now.” She bounced on her toes a bit, then grabs her friend's arm and pulls her out the room and down the hall. “Come on, if it goes well we can put our robes on and watch a movie after!”

“What if it doesn’t go well?” Daseos jokes. “Can we still do that?” 

Her personal room had most things on the sides, with a lot of clear space in the middle other than a rug, which she pulled off to the side. “Of course we can but obviously how well it goes will dictate our movie choice, trust me I’m an expert” with the floor now clear, Soliel quickly got to work drawing on it.

“Right” Daseos says, nodding solemnly, she goes over and sets down her bag, pouring several items out of it. 

“Okay hand me everything you got to bring her here, based on what you’ve told me about her I uh-“ the rust took a moment to pull something out from behind a pillow on the nearby couch. It was a stuffed octopus “I finished fixing this guy up for her. Look! One of its tentacles even had to be patched with another color on the end because it was missing.” She gently set that in the circle.

“Yeah,” Daseos says. “She loved uh, sea animals” She says, honestly knowing close to nothing about Twitch. “And Ghost energy drinks” The jade says, referring to the brand and not the fact Twitch would be a ghost, setting a few inside the circle, “Mondes says her apartment was covered in them- and I got her five caegers” Daseos continues, dropping the bill in the circle, making a strange collection of sparse offerings. 

“She loved five caegers?” Soliel questions. 

“She was an evil fleet lady, of course she loved money!” Das insists. “And this stuff was all I could find in my hive” She adds, sheepishly. 

“That makes sense” Sol nods in agreement. “If it doesn’t work the first time we’ll go dig in the cushions of the BIG couch and see if we can find anything extra” as she settled comfortably. “Now, did you bring-“ a vague hand gesture to indicate what she meant was given.

“Th-thony” Daseos grins, setting down the money object in the center of the circle, the thing they were most sure Twitch had at least something of an emotional connection too. “I told Hanagi I needed him for a science project eheheh. She can’t say no to science.” 

That got a laugh. “Okay yeah that’s fair. Sorry Th-thony, I got some plant food for you as an apology for once this is over, that works for a plant right? Also that wasn’t a TOTAL lie this is kind of a science project, the project is uhm” she paused, trying to figure out how to word it.

“Necromancy” Daseos replies. “Ecology. Whatever” 

“Psychology maybe” she nods, then giggles 

“Definitely psychology!” Daseos laughs. “It’s Twitch.” 

“Alright, I’m ready when you are”

The jadeblood inhales, staring at the pile of assorted items. It was enough- it had to be. Strange that Twitch could have had such a lasting impact on every single one of them, yet when searching for material proof of who she was, what she even wanted, what she stood for- the tangible results are so depressingly meager. Newly determined to do her due diligence as a necromancer following Ailzea’s ask-first model, she looks her friend in the eye. 

“I’m ready,” She says. The tone of the night shifts ever so slightly, the girls taking on a somber air as the blinds moved just a bit in the wind. 

Soliel nodded in solemn understanding, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, putting her hands flat on the ground in front of her. Breath in, breath out, the room seems to fall colder. In, out, the very shadows start to shift and twist around her. In, out, the glow from her horns fades, but then she opens her eyes and the glow from them more than makes up for it. The uncovered one glows red, and purple light seeps out from under the eyepatch over the other. 

A thin pink line dances above Th-thony’s steam like a seam, slipping in and out of existence like a trail of smoke. Daseos watches it with wary trepidation and anticipation, glancing back and forth from Soliel to the plant. 

When the rust speaks, there’s an almost musical quality to it. “We want to speak to you, so please come forth.”

The pine line sparks suddenly, as if lashing out in a burst of emotion. And suddenly, the specter is there, flicking in the moonlight, seeming more star than girl in many ways, her tangible form volatile, but her mouth seems to find the grace to form words, the first thing to fall from her mouth is predictably bitter

“Ha Ha” The ghost of Twitch Monark says, staring down Daseos as if Soliel were not even there. “Why would you wanna talk to me?” She says. 

This seems to stump Daseos temporarily. She seems caught up in seeing the woman face to face for the first time since she had arrested Mondes outside that motel, trenches of old hurt she thought were long buried digging their way to the surface. 

“Because” she stumbles. “Can we bring you back to life?” 

“What?” She replies. 

“What?” Daseos says. 

“We want to bring you back to life!” Soliel says. “Is that okay?” 

“Okay?” Twitch says, looking through the pile of offerings. “First of all- not a thing you can do. Death is famously permanent” she mansplains. “Second, why would you do that?” 

“Me and my family have discussed it,” Daseos says solemnly. “And we want to give you another chance.” 

“Well now I KNOW you’re lying” Twitch replies. 

“I’m not!” Daseos insists. 

“The Cheongs aren’t idiots,” she says. 

“Yes they are!” The kid retorts. “I mean! No they’re not!” She corrects, tripping over her words. 

Soliel had to choke back laughter at that, clearing her throat instead.

“Exactly. So even if necromancy was real- big IF- they wouldn’t use it on me.” She says. 

“M’am I am literally sitting here glowing and talking to you after dragging you as a ghost to here. Can you not act like necromancy is nothing because like- it’s happening, right now.” Soliel argues.

“Oh I’m ALIVE right now?” Twitch retorts. Poking a hand through her body, turning into a burst of light and back again. “This is how my alive body works?” 

“Necromancy has different levels OBVIOUSLY jeez I thought you were supposed to be the fancy smart one.” The six sweep old roasts. 

“I shoulda brought Marsie” Daseos muses. 

“You what?” Twitch stutters. 

“I brought Marsie back to like” She subtlety brags. “I coulda brought him here to show you.” 

“Your story grows more ludicrous by the second” Twitch hisses. 

“Have you seen him around the afterlife?” The teenager says. 

The ghost stares at her, beaten. “Well- no” She says. “Could be unrelated” She mumbles. “Maybe he’s avoiding me. Besides! That’s obviously what you’d say if you were attempting to endear yourself to me” She accuses. 

Daseos takes a moment to grab her phone, looking through her photos for an age. Before flipping it over and showing a photo of her and Marsie taken a couple weeks ago. 

The seadweller stares at it. Dumbfounded. She inhales. 

“Could be doctored,” She says. 

“Are you kidding me?” Daseos hisses. 

“None of this makes sense” The violetblood complains, “And nobody wants me back alive! She says, throwing up her hands and storming off. 

Soliel clears her throat, and simply summons her again, the ghost appearing again in the circle. She glares at them. 

“Why wouldn’t they want you back alive?” Soliel asks. 

“A hundred billion reasons.” She replies. 

“Hanagi misses you,” Daseos says quietly. 

The woman inhales, pained. “Hanagi maybe. Maybe once in a blue moon Hanagi misses me but the rest of them? You can’t expect me to believe that.” 

“Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, people would be willing to believe you are able to change? That Hanagi’s opinions may have affected others?” She speaks softly now, the rust does, unsure if it’s really her place to speak.

“Sure. Hanagi just walked up to the rest of them and said let's resurrect Monark and they were like "you know what, sure”” She rambles, sarcastically. “They totally just forgot about all the attempted murder I did. They just listen to whatever Hanagi says.” 

“You’re such a child” Daseos says, in a disquieted awe of the woman’s immaturity, which even she, the six sweep old, can parse. “Let’s say they did-” 

“They didn’t” She retorts. 

“Let’s say they did,” Daseos insists. “Wouldn’t you want to do right by them?” She says. “If Hanagi fought them on it- on your behalf” 

The ghost pauses, flickering again as she is overcome with emotion. 

“Necromancy isn’t real,” She says. 

“Uuuuuugh do you want me to send a taxi for Marsie?” Soliel says, exasperated. 

“Will you ANSWER THE QUESTION” Daseos says, fed up. “If none of this is real- it doesn’t matter. But if it WERE. play pretend. Do you want to live?” 

The ghost flickers so much she nearly vanishes into that unknowable either. Lost and faint as she was when she was alive. This hollowed out trace of a person. Her form falls apart, until it's not even clear it’s a troll anymore. Just shapes and colors, pinks and purples, the nebula thrashes, caught in some silent violence. The air rustles through Th-thony’s leaves. 

“Okay, I’ll play pretend” Monark says, voice quiet and wavering with no discernible source. 

“I want to live,” She says. And Daseos shoulders ease. Her eyes close, in a silent, raw relief. 

“Okay” She says. “Thank you” she says, not knowing what she was saying it for. “I’ll see you soon” The child promises. 

A pink hand snakes out of the void, grabbing the five dollar bill from the tiny altar. 

“I’m keeping this” She says, dragging it to whatever ghost realm, and then she’s gone. 

Soliel waits until she is fully sure the spirit is gone before cutting the connection off, the glow within the room fading and the shadows settling unnoticed back to their usual positions. “Well. I think that went well.”

“Yeah” Daseos says, dazed. “I guess that could have gone worse”

[jokerislandgirl32]

Flower delivery from your f/o

🌺🌸🌼🌹🌷💐🌻

Awww, thank you so much Zach, the fact that your mother’s a florist (in my AU at least) makes this a common occurrence, but it’s always a welcomed treat! I love them so much, and I love you so much…you are my world, thank you for making each of my days brighter 🥹.

To the anon who sent this on behalf of Zach, thank you. I know it came in last year….like April of last year 😅. I purposely waited until now to post it because as soon as it came in I had a scene entire my mind that I just couldn’t shake…I had to write it. And I did, on paper, but I couldn’t find the courage to post it until now.

I’m very vague in what the scene is about, but it’s super emotional for me and Zach. If you figure out the context, well you figure it out! I won’t be upset if you ask about it or anything, I just feel like it needs to be vague, at least for now.

You can find the drabble below, please note TWs for hospital/medical settings, unintentional violence (hitting and screaming), and angst (crying, depressive thoughts).

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Special Flower Delivery

I awoke early the next morning, blinking my eyes against the sun pouring through the blinds of the stark white hospital room. I rolled over in the bed to escape the blinding light. I felt sick and sore and miserable, and that was just physically. Mentally it was worse, so much worse.

I started crying again, it had not happened, it couldn’t have happened. Within a second he was scrunching himself into the narrow hospital bed beside me, his arms encircling me from behind as he told me everything was going to be okay. 

“Shhh, I’m here, I’m not leaving, I’m here, I’m here; it’s gonna be okay,” Zach whispered against the nape of my neck. 

“How is it going to be okay? IT’S OVER!” I sobbed louder, turning to him and seeking refuge in his arms. Without thinking I balled my hands into fits and hit them against his chest while screaming at the top of my lungs. It was a miracle the nurses didn’t come running to shut me up with another sedative. 

Zach did not complain from my violent outburst, but a small sound of distress escaped his lips after my assault against his chest had continued for a few minutes. 

I quickly stopped and took a few deep breaths to calm myself, “I’m so sorry, Zach. I didn’t mean to hit you…”

Zach gently stroked my cheek, “I don’t care about that, I only care about you and how you’re feeling…and I know you’re hurting, so the screaming and crying and whatever doesn’t bother me.”

He kissed my forehead and pulled me close to him. The soothing sound of his breathing and heartbeat soon lulled me back to sleep. 

When I awoke again and started to stir, I heard Zach mumble something to the Zachbot that had remained in the corner of the room ever since…it happened. The Zachbot quickly exited the room, having followed Zach’s command. 

“Zach? What’s going on?” I mumbled. 

“I have a surprise for my little flower,” he replied in a sing-a-song voice. 

I shook my head and gave a small snort before the Zachbot reentered the room. I turned my head to see the Zachbot holding a bouquet of beautifully arranged white and lilac flowers of all varieties. 

Zach helped me sit up in bed, and the Zachbot deposited the fabulous flowers into Zach’s awaiting grasp, which he in turn handed to me with a bow. I gave him a weak smile and thanked him as I fingered the petals, tears leaking from my eyes yet again. 

Zach hovered over me, giving me a weak smile that surely matched my own, tears flowing down his own face as well, “special flower delivery to my beautiful, amazing, strong, confident, and perfect wife. I love you, Vi, and I promise you we’re gonna get through this…together.”

I hope you all enjoyed it. Again if you have questions it’s okay to ask. I’m slowly getting back into writing, so hopefully there’s more to come very soon!

Since this is a selfship fic, I decided to add the tag list, please let me know if you want to be added/removed:

@snailchans-imaginarium @crunch-crunch-eat-a-bunch @changingcore @bitchywitchheart @stoatsapphic @3qu1us-main @kittycatkissez @benreillyswife @creativegenius22 @genderqueer-bithing @serenitytodd1234 @mailiow @celestetheseaunicorn @barnesncavill @mayixxxmoon @gui-mauves @evander2511 @bat-anon

[hanniluvi]

hii, any tips on writing stories/fanfics?? i love ur fanfics and i really wish to write as well as you 🥹🥹 i’m not super bad at writing but i just suck at brainstorming ideas or i guess kinda thinking about how the story will go..

hi anon !! thank you so much for saying you love my ffs, that really means a lot since i havent been working on anything recently ☹️🫶!! this is such a compliment, and ill try to help you <3

i suggest maybe searching for otp prompt generators online, it could give you an idea of something to write. or maybe even go on blr and search up writing prompts etc etc to help you start off writing or planning ! pick anything you like, and then you can hopefully start then. i would say just write ur ideas down first so that it could be easier to write OR just write and then u can js proofread and edit later !

also whenever u get those random thoughts, write them down!!! so u can always go back to them and start writing a synopsis 🙏 and hopefully then u can start ur ff !

dont rush yourself on writing / completing a piece because you should be the one sastified with the ending product :) ! not every piece may be your best, which is okay!! i cant tell u how many wips ive put off bc i didnt like them 😭 . your writing will improve overtime so no need to pressure yourself — just honestly write small drabbles here n there and u could possibly develop that drabble into something bigger if u rly like the idea !

so short summary, plan / search your ideas —> write drabbles or js a little smth to start u off so it doesnt seem as overwhelming as completing an oneshot right off the bat ykwim? (this can also help u figure out ur writing style n how u like things to flow for even larger wc fics 🙏) —> continues from there !!

i hope this helps you (and u understand what i mean w this) and inspires to write something 🫶 youll write something great i just know it <3

[cebwrites]

Hey there, how is it going ?

There's a man in my work place that makes me feel very uncomfortable and I'm not sure how to deal with it :(

I was wondering if I could suggest headcanons for how Corazon and Law would react/handle it if his partener was in the the same situation as me

I hope it's fine

oh my goodness anon, i’m so sorry that’s happening to you, if you ever want to chat or vent about this my dms are always open, dear! i’ve been in similar situations and the dread, the discomfort, anything else you’re feeling right now, is scary but also acknowledged <:’) i turned them into drabbles for the sake of flow and formatting, i hope that’s okay with you!! hopefully these can help distract you from the situation, if not provide some catharsis, sending all the love and good vibes to you ;;; 💕💓💞

(law’s part turned out a lot longer than expected so i decided to make a separate post for him that you can find HERE it’s also a lot darker though so i’d tread with caution;; )

Helping their s/o with someone uncomfortable (Corazon)

gn reader, hurt/comfort, a ton of fluff to make up for it cw: creepy aggressive behavior, mild depiction of a panic attack (if anyone wants me to tag anything else please dm me to lmk) word count: 0.8k

It’s a lovely day for a walk out on the town, you've been planning planning this date with your boyfriend for a while now and you were positivity ecstatic.

You only had to drop some things some things off at work and then you’d be off, doing tons of lovey-dovey (and clumsy) things with your beloved for the whole day! 

Your schedules rarely lined up so perfectly, so the two of you were determined to make it worth it with a whole laundry list of fun, nauseatingly sweet activities to do, starting with a rendezvous picnic in the park followed by kite-flying before it got too sunny, then ice cream; you continue to go through the list in your head, humming a sweet little tune to yourself when all those rosi-y thoughts stop short when you see him.

A man standing outside the shop you work at, the same man that been accosting you at your workplace for almost a week.

Fear builds in your heart as you duck behind a stall to avoid being seen. You consider ringing up a co-worker on your Den Den Mushi to hand in the paperwork for you, but that thought dies as soon as you turn and he’s standing right next to you.

“__-chan! I haven’t seen you at work in a while, where have you been??”

He singsongs and you instinctively take a step back, customer service smile already in full swing, with a not-so-discreet uncomfortable undertone.

“Oh, I’ve just been busy, you know. Planning things, and whatnot.”

“..Planning?”

“With my boyfriend! Planning things, with my boyfriend. We’re actually supposed to be going out today, so I really should-..”

You trail off, hands tightly clutching the paper bag withholding work details you should’ve handed in ages ago if it weren’t for this creep. Your throat feels tight, as if your ribcage had shrunk three sizes, you stare at that man with an unreadable expression, like a deer caught in headlights.

You were surrounded by people on a well-known street and it was about to be midday, why exactly were you so scared.  …Moreover, did he get closer?

Just as the man opens his mouth again and you feel like you want to cry, a fist extends from behind you and launches your unwanted pursuer across the paved canal, disrupting people’s otherwise quiet mornings but very will saving you.

“Sorry, my darling, did I keep you waiting long?”

His arms are around you in an instant and Rosinante lifts you with a little spin. Oh, Rosi. Your adorable, clumsy, endearing, ex-navy boyfriend Rosinante. There’s a distinct char in his scent - he must’ve had another ‘accident’ on the way. You love this man so much you simply must kiss him. So you do.

“Silly sweetheart, you were supposed to be waiting for me,” you laugh into his shoulder, trying to wipe the tears away before he can see.

Rosinante does, though, he always does. “I missed you, dear. I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.”

You huff a joyless laugh and gesture for him to set you down - the two of you were kind of making a scene, punching a guy into a wall and whatnot - pecking him on the cheek before he can stand upright again. He flushes pink, just like the hearts that adorn his charming little button-up. The resounding chime of your giggles only adds to this.

“Rosi?” you hum, hand held snugly in his as the both of you walked.

“Yes, dearest?”

“I think I’m a little tired to do everything on our list today. Do you think we can postpone?”

“Of course, mi más querido tesoro. We can plan another day out for us anytime the sun shines high or the moon glows brightly for us.” 

You roll your eyes and just how cheesy your boyfriend can get; Rosi dips low to press a smooch to the back of your hand so you grab him by his hat strings for a surprise kiss before he can fully stand up again and the man spooks so badly he falls up a nearby staircase, disturbing a surly looking cat on the window sill with his clamor, and ends up with more than just a few boo-boos worth kissing.

‘They’d need antiseptic!’ 

You can hear a kid with his spotted North-Blue hat with a temper not unlike that cat in the back of your mind, a fond smile already spreading on your face as you pull your boyfriend out of the pile he’s made of himself, dusting the clumsy clown off.

“__, I love you so much. How is it that you put up with me?” Rosinante mentions as he gags a wad of cat fur out of his mouth, sitting on the steps, seemingly unaware of the flames he’d stoked in your heart and face, only grateful that he didn’t spontaneously catch fire this time. 

By the time he looks back, you’ve already walked ahead, so he scrambles to his feet, “__! Wait for me!”

You turn to him, smiling, rivalling the afternoon sun’s very rays with it, 

“You’ll have to be faster than that if you want to share that triple scoop sundae with me, Rosi~”

[misstodorokifreelance]

Birthday Boy (Bakugou x F!Reader)

Gah! I know im super super late to this. Bakugou's birthday was ages ago, but I have become inspired. Perhaps my late night animated Bakudeku comics have finally brought me a wholesome idea. Anyway, here is a one shot, drabble, something or other that popped into my brain. Anyway in this short story you are Y/N Midoriya, the twin sister of our precious Deku after he's suddenly up and disappeared. (Vigilante stuff? Who knows?) With Bakugou feeling his friend's absence, he struggles to comprehend what had become the norm for him, and takes some solace in the presence of his best friend's sister. Tw: Mentions of self harm, mental health stuff, Bakubaby's usual swearing.

It was funny. In a way, Katsuki had been perfectly content not having to deal with Deku on his birthday, but now that this was the first year he'd gone without the usual over the top well wishes, he missed it. He missed Deku. Not that he was dead. Hopefully. But it sure felt different not having him around, not having the usual comforting presence that could stop his darkest thoughts. Katsuki had felt pain before, of all types, but he had never truly thought about inflicting what he felt was truly deserved. After all, what had happened with All Might, that was all his fault, and he knew it. Leaning over the balcony railing off his dorm room, Katsuki didn't try to stop the few tears that dared to leak from his eyes. He didn't even try to wipe them away. It was his fucking birthday. Where was that damn nerd when he needed him the most? The tears flowed a little faster now, and with a growl Bakugou dragged the end of his long sleeve over his face, feeling disgusted with himself for being so weak. Happy Birthday? Fuck off with that shit, he thought, turning away from the sunset outside and glaring back inside his dimly lit room. He'd received a handful of gifts from Kirishima, Ashido and the other Bakusquad members; all trivial tough guy shit that sure he'd use but wasn't anything majorly special. Not like Deku would give him. Deku knew what he liked. All Might figures, dumb movies about monsters and stereotypical happy endings, the odd comic book. That was what Deku gave him, and it was what Katsuki truly treasured. He settled himself to sitting with a lonely soda on his balcony, wondering where Deku was now, when Katsuki's arms were cut and bleeding. When he couldn't rest easy worrying about his friend, or screaming at his demons... "Dammit, nerd. The one year I need you-" he spit, setting the half empty cola harder than necessary on the concrete. A few more tears splashed their way onto the front of his shirt, and Katsuki sighed. He'd need to wash it now, great.

At that moment, there was the quietist of knocks at his door. "Who the fuck-" Katsuki wasn't at all in the mood to deal with anyone, so he ignored the knocking. Only whoever was at the door wasn't going anywhere, and knocked again, a little louder than before. "Kacchan?" he heard a voice call through the door, and he sprung up, immediately wondering if it was Deku. Only it was a gentler voice than his, and there was no stutter in the next few words. "Hey, can I come in?" The hell does she want? Opening the door, Katsuki looked down at you, momentarily forgetting that his face was tear stained, and his shirt marked by the salty drops of betrayed emotion. Your green hair, sleeker than Deku's, was loose over your shoulders, and you wore plain leggings and an All Might shirt which you had planned to sleep in. Katsuki blinked. "Y/N? Thought you'd be home what with damn Deku missing." "I was. This came for you, it's from my brother. He asked me to deliver it, he couldn't stay." "You saw him? Is he-is he okay?" Katsuki said quickly, ushering you into his room and shutting the door with a snap. He'd barely registered the rest of what you had told him, desperate to hear any news. You nodded slowly, holding out a small wrapped box in your hands. "He's....alright. Happy Birthday, by the way, from both me and Izuku." Katsuki took a second to realize you were handing him something, until you placed the box in his shaking hands, feeling how cold they were. He noticed the difference, almost wanting to lean into the warmth of your comparably smaller hands. He felt the scars along the palms and fingers, and as he pulled away, the tip of his index finger brushed over what felt to him like a burn. He'd always thought you were the stronger twin, having not been born quirkless like Deku. You'd inherited a fairly stronger version of your mother's telekinesis, and had never been one to refuse a fight or stand down before. But here you were, quiet and subdued in a way he'd never seen, standing with your hands laced anxiously together while he idled with the box in his hands. Shaking hard enough he had trouble undoing the bow, Katsuki opened the gift, and pulled something out of a tissue paper nest. He stared at the leather cuff, embedded with designs of All Might's signature hair tufts so it looked like a 'V' printed over and over. With the cuff was a small handwritten note, and he read it almost desperately. Kacchan, Happy Birthday. If it was safe for me to be with you at UA I would, so I asked Y/N to deliver this to you. Forgive me, I'll be back when I can. -Deku Katsuki didn't realize that he had stumbled back onto his bed, a sob wracking his frame. The box fell, forgotten to the floor, as he grasped the stylish cuff in his hands. You moved to his side, placing a comforting hand over his shoulders, and Katsuki didn't shrug you off for the first time possibly in your entire life. "I- fuck. If I hadn't gotten kidnapped, All Might would be alive, Deku wouldn't have to run. He'd be here. We'd be celebrating-I-this is all my fault-" He coughed, swallowing back more tears, while you gripped him tightly around his shoulders. "No, he chose this. You did nothing. Stop blaming yourself, and stop hurting over it. Deku wouldn't want that, he wouldn't want you to be hurting yourself cause of something you couldn't ever control. Okay?" Katsuki sniffed hard, and looked sideways at you. God those green eyes were hypnotic in the amber sunset glow. You were right, weren't you? But how did you know what he was- "You're not one to wear long sleeves this often," you murmured. Katsuki grimaced, and he looked deep into your eyes. He could see Deku there, though you had less freckles than him, and your lips were fuller. Still, he was there, in your features, and in the small smile you gave him. "Don't hurt like this," you said, moving your free hand to run up his arm, feeling the bandage he tried to hide under the sleeve. "I- know. I miss him, I

[thrill-seeker-if]

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#we were like reviewing our tor as we go into another work year and she had been showing our plan for the next year and as we're talking she

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Please don't write another IF. You're already lazy enough writing this one.

I don't really know what to say to this one. But, then again, I don't really owe you any sort of explanation. You have no idea who I am or what I've been through these last few months, so I really don't know where you get off of that you can speak to me so harshly.

I have very little time to myself, and I am making this IF for free. Between this, I've been helping my Ukranian family seek refuge here. I am paying for their stay. I'm working and studying, too. I get very little free time for this IF. I understand if you don't want to read it, or any of my other WIPs, but I don't think you have the right to talk to anyone this way regardless. I do not owe my time to you. I am not your personal content machine.

If you think you can do better, I truly encourage you to try. Maybe you can take this stick out of your ass while you're at it.

71 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

#4

I’ve collaborated with the incredible @aikhako again for N’s birthday celebration! They've, of course, blown it out of the water yet again!

One thing I'm excited to announce for this celebration as well... I have finally moved the demo from inkle to twine! I have edited chapter 1, so it should hopefully flow better now!

You can play the game from this link. Hope you guys are having a great day!

Also, make sure to check out Aikhako on insta, they post more often there!

75 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#3

this is so funny to me.... i love blade so much but he really went out and spoke about their trauma and was like 'and i.... yeah me too i guess!'

91 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

#2

5000 views and 2500 plays celebration!

Hello everyone! I actually can't believe it, but today, we passed 5000 views and 2500 browser plays for Thrill Seeker!!

First of all: thank you guys so much. I literally wouldn't be here without you guys. The support I've gotten from you amazing folks is staggering. I really want to thank ALL of you for supporting Thrill Seeker, you guys are so lovely and to be honest, the love I've gotten here has gotten me through some really tough times. The friends I've made here are absolutely wonderful.

I love talking to you guys, seeing your art and hearing your theories, and I love hearing what you look forward to. Thank you for listening to my ramblings and being so lovely!! I'm so happy to have people like you engaging with Thrill Seeker and I appreciate every single one of you.

So, to thank you all, we're going to have a little celebration!!

Until then I’d just like to do something fun for you all! Ther are three There will be three prizes for everyone who wishes to participate

1st prize: Portrait of your MC and preferred RO & Longer Drabble created with your preferred RO

2nd prize: Medium length drabble written with your character & smaller portrait of your preferred RO

3rd prize: Option to create your own character who, although small, will play a role giving information to the MC & moodboard of preferred character

To win, all you have to do is reblog or comment on this post (not like!!) and you'll be in!!! This will be open to anyone until about mid September, so you all have plenty of time!

I hope you guys enjoy!! Thank you guys so, so much for sticking with me and giving so much love to Thrill Seeker!

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93 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Your favorite IFs? I don't remember if you have already answered something like this and I'm looking for something to get addicted to.

I've actually been looking for the post I made about this exactly, but here's a bunch more!

@reincarnation-if - A RESURRECTION STORY, BABY!!! I love the author AND the story, I'm totally obsessed with it!! The demo isn't out yet, but I literally can't wait!!

@manonamora-if - I cannot recommend this author enough. Check out her IFs here. I don't even know how to begin describing how amazing she is-- it seems like she can literally do any genre!

@attollogame - I'm sure everyone knows this incredible if but, if you don't, definitely check them out RIGHT NOW! They're going to celebrate their two year anniversary soon, so this is the perfect chance to read the work and find out more about this awesome game!!

@jaunefleurwrites - another one I mention a lot. But she has so many amazing WIPS and IFs and I'm not sure if all my audience knows about it!! You can check Jaune's masterpost for all their amazing IFs (my favorite is definitely A World Without You!! There's just a certain warmth in Jaune's writing that I absolutely love!)

@magiciansvoyage - Yet again someone who shows up on the blog a lot-- I'm getting my favoritism out of the way, don't worry. Arlo is such a lovely writer and person, and Magician's Voyage is easily one of my favorite ifs. Arlo's writing is so immersive and I love fantasy, so easy rec from me!

@parkerlyn - The Nameless is literally one of the best IFs out there and you are missing out if you're not reading it. They are also celebrating their second anniversary soon so send them some love!!

@anathemafiction - If you're looking to buy an amazing, immersive game, this is the one to get! It's fully released, incredible quality, and you can download it on mobile or desktop. I would definitely recommend checking them out!

@thefallendivine - I love betrayal stories. You play as the heir to heaven and hell, but your family has been killed by your peers. You're in a situation where you're not sure who to trust anymore. I absolutely love these kinds of stories!! I think if you like Thrill Seeker, you'll enjoy this is!

@sevensdeadly-if - You get to interact and romance the seven deadly sins. How much better can it get, man??? Is there anything more I need to say to sell it?? Chapter one was released recently, so an excellent time to read it.

@nextinline-if - Are you looking for an if with DRAMA?? ROYALTY?? A STORY THAT MAKES YOU LOOK WITHIN YOURSELF, THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO BE A GOOD RULER??? then look no further than this amazing game!! Constantine has my heart and I will love him till the end of time, so if you do play, pick someone else, because he is MINE!

@lifesupreme-if - There are defiitely not enough sci-fi if's out there, and this story is based in the world of Cyberpunk 2077, so it was an automatic win in my eyes.

@when-life-gives-you-lemonssss - This is nothing like Thrill Seeker, and I love it. It's a cute slice of life with a bunch of awesome ROs. I love domestic games, and this covers all the boxes in the cute game checklist!

@whenbodiescollide - when i saw the synopsis, it immediately caught my attention. the entire aesthetic of the blog plays in so well with the story that i can't recommend it enough!!

@vendetta-if - another awesome synopsis bro. I love revenge stories, and this is probably the best IF you're gonna find of it, baby!

@lacewing-if - Their if doesn't have a demo yet, but I already love the premise. Keith has my entire heart and I can't wait until I can get to romance him properly LIUHDFSSDFHUI

@thehunt-if - Another concept I love a lot-- you play as a hunter for supernatural beings!! But then!!! YOU GET POSSESSED BY SOMETHING YOU HUNTED, AND NOW YOU HAVE TO WALK A MILE IN THEIR SHOES!! i cannot stress how much I love this hehe

@hummingbird-games - Moreso a VN, but still such a cute game and I just love it sm!!! The art is so gorgeous and it's just so nicely done!!

@if-whenthesunrises & @if-mirrormine - both are excellent stories!! The lovely author is on a hiatus right now, but I would still recommend checking out their work!!

@unwilling-souls-if - The premise is just so insanely good I can't even explain it. Check it out and you'll get it, LMAIUHDSFUHDFIU. Xander-- watch out. I'm coming for you.

There are way too many talented authors to mention in the word limit, so let me know if you want a part three!! Thank you for the ask Eva <3

339 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

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[noelle-holi-gay]

oh, and just a progress update for those who care: Progress on the DCT Epilogue is moving along very very well. I think I've finished nearly all the Light World content, which is big, because that's probably 2/3 of the game content and means I've got basically all the game systems working as intended. Taking a break to iron this out was definitely the right call -- working on it intermittently between publishing fic chapters was just not very effective, but now things are really flowing. I'm still not going to name a date because I don't want to keep breaking promises, but I'm very optimistic right now.

Also, I have the first two chapters and change of my snowgrave fic fully written out now, so hopefully I can keep picking away at that in between the coding so I have some backlog when I start posting. I know the fandom is pretty quiet these days, but for those of you still willing to read my stuff, I think this one's going to be very cool (pun intended).

And in the meantime, I'll keep up with drabbles! Planning to do a batch or so every week until I start posting serialized fic again, so keep an eye out for those. they're a fun little palette cleanser.

Thanks so much for sticking around, and hopefully I'll see you soon!

[watatsumiis]

Today I was farming for itto while listening to music and nuvole bianche came up on shuffle and it took me 5 years back when I wanted to learn the piece but had to discontinue for reasons. It was really soothing to explore teyvat with the oni while listening to it. So inspired by that moment, can I request a short drabble/hcs where itto and reader attend a classical music concert and reader is moved to tears by how beautiful the performance is.

Oooh, this is such a lovely song, I'm more than happy to try and fulfill this request! Hopefully I do it justice :3

It's a shame you were never able to learn the piece, it really is gorgeous and it seems like a very good one to run around while listening to!

Content: Gender neutral reader, established platonic relationship with Itto, who is a little incredulous about classical music at first (but he comes around!)

At first, Itto is a little apprehensive. "Classical music, for real?" He doesn't quite get the appeal of anything that isn't just loud, loud, loud. But you seem so genuinely happy and excited that you were able to get your hands on these tickets, and he, of all people, was the first person you invited.

He just can't say no to you, so he soon finds himself all dressed up (with some help from Shinobu) and ready to go to the concert. He walks in fully expecting it to be at least somewhat like every other concert he's ever been to, and is a little shocked at how quiet and low-key it seems to be.

Itto keeps a lid on his confusion and just follows along with you, taking your queues on how to act, where to sit, and so on. It's like having a big puppy following you and mimicking your every move.

You cant help but be a little surprised at how well-behaved he is (not that you were expecting him to be actively disruptive, he just can't seem to help it sometimes), but he knows how excited you were for this, he picked up how genuinely enthusiastic you were about this specific musician and style of music, so he's doing his very very best.

The theater falls quiet as the performance begins, you can hear every clear of a throat or shuffle of a bag, but once the musician hits those first notes, it's almost eerily silent.

The music, as you expected, is gorgeous, a perfect symphony of sound that winds around you and bounces off the walls, almost as if the muted echo is trying to accompany itself. You have perfect seats, right near the front, in the middle. It isn't long before you find yourself leaning forward in your seat to bask in every gentle note, hit with precision, skill and care that only practice and expertise can muster.

Itto's gaze flicks between you and the musician, especially in the first minute or so as he tries to wrap his head around your fascination, to understand why your eyes are glistening in the dim light.

Funnily enough, the moment he stops trying to understand is exactly when he does understand. It all falls perfectly into place as he leans back in his seat and just takes it in.

Of course, this revelation of his is beyond you at the moment, you're too caught up in trying to savour each and every note as much as possible before the next one comes. The song is a masterpiece of composition, gentle and flowing, rising and falling and stirring emotions that words cant begin to describe somewhere in your chest.

You don't even realise that the tears gathering in your eyes have begun to stream down your cheeks until after the performance is over and you stand up to clap.

Itto pulls himself out of his stunned stupor and follows your lead, nearly tumbling over the seat in front of him in his eagerness to get up and join the standing ovation.

He's initially shocked and worried to see the tears in your eyes, but clicks quickly as to why (he probably found himself a little misty eyed during the middle of the performance too, though he'd never admit it), and gives you this huge, toothy grin. "Hey, maybe this classical stuff isn't all that bad, huh?" He gives you a clap on the back. "You gotta take me again next time, yeah?"

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

[justlydiasworld]

could you write a robin fic about working with her at scoops or family video, either one, and you have a massive crush on her but you think that she is dating steve? essentially steve ends up playing wingman for the both of you bc he catches on to your crushes on one another before either of you do. thanks in advance!

I Only Love You

Pairing: Robin Buckley x F!Reader

Platonic pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Warning: unrequited love(?), misunderstanding, bit of angst. Fluff,modern day au.

Summary: The reader loves Robin to death,absolute death. But she notices how she hangs out with Steve Harrington a lot and takes it the wrong way. Steve helps out the both of them and clears the misunderstanding.

Authors note: Thank you so much for requesting!! Hopefully you like this fanfic a lot. Again my inbox are still open to everybody, I write blurbs,fics,drabble,head canons and more.

You visited Robin once again, the girl you absolutely loved and adored. But lately she’s been hanging out with Steve Harrington,your best fiend. I mean of course you didn’t mind it at first but jealousy slowly slips in and you misunderstand everything.

“I would like the usual please.” You smiled with a toothy grin. “Coming right up princess” her little pet names were to die for,you almost melted with the ice cream.Robin scoops up the cookie and cream ice cream and hands it over to you. “That one is on me today.” Her arms were laid down on the cold counter and she looks up at your beautiful (e/c) eyes. She gave you a wink and smirk at the end.

You couldn’t help but choke on your ice cream. That smirk and wink could kill about anybody. You turn around trying to cover up your red face while you used your ice cream cup. “Buckley you’re gonna be the death of me. I swear one day I’ll die because of you.” You teased,still trying to cover up the redness that flowed through your face.

Robin chuckled and she couldn’t deny it,you were absolutely adorable when you get flustered by such simple things. The way that Robin made you blush made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Like everything was in slow motion and it was just the two of you.

“Robin this is not the time to be dozing off to space-“ Steve left the back room and came down to see you blushing and Robin smiling like an idiot. “Oh it’s just you dingus. I was just teasing my little princess over here.” Robin laughed at your sudden pouty face. “ Uh huh, well movie night is today.Don’t miss it because it’s gonna be grreat.” He looked at you with a warm smile “you should come along too (y/n)!” He insisted.

Robin looked at you with stars in her eyes,almost pleading for you to come with her. And it was hard to tell her no,I mean you really loved this girl. “I-I’ll try to come along. I might be busy though so no promises.” Your voice trembled and you begged yourself not to misunderstand the whole thing.

Robin always hung out with Harrington and you were jealous,but you couldn’t help it. Maybe you could tell him how you felt first and then assume things later? You took a deep breath and said your goodbyes and left scoops ahoy.

Robin on the other hand started to pout. “Hey go back to work will ya?” Steve nudged Robin with his shoulder and he couldn’t help but look at her sad frown. “What’s up with you?” His brows were furrowed and he didn’t have a clue what was going on. “I just- I just really want her to come- you know how much I like her- and these freaking butterflies won’t go-“ her hands were everywhere and now grabbing her own hair in frustration.

“Woah there buckley. She said she would try to come along. That’s definitely something right? I mean (y/n) didn’t say no.” He comforted the freckled girl until she let go of her hair. “Yeah- yeah. But Im sure she doesn’t want to come.” She mumbled while her head was now on the cold counter.

“And how do you know that exactly?” Steve knew how much you liked Robin. Ever since (y/n) saw her in her freshmen years- Steve knew (y/n) had caught feelings for the dirty blonde. “It’s so obvious..she doesn’t like the stupid pet names I have for her and she even hesitated when you asked if she wanted to hang out with us.” She again mumbled loud enough for Steve to hear. He rolled his eyes in disbelief, seriously how oblivious could they both get?

And now Steve came up with an idea. Something that would help the both of them. A smirk grew on his face.

***

Steve picked you up and you sat behind the passenger seat while Robin sat right beside you. An awkward silence buried the car and it almost suffocated you. Steve as always broke the unbearable silence. “You guys ready to head to the cinema?” He looked at the rearview mirror to see the gaze of the freckled girl staring at your lips. He smiled and zipped his mouth shut after that.

***

“I’m so glad you’re here princess.” She smiled and squealed. She was jumping up and down and her brown hair bounced too. “And we have the movie tickets right here ladies.” Steve held three movie tickets in one hand and the other hand inside his Jean pocket. You guys each took one from Steve and slowly made your way inside the cinema. Robin was dumbfounded, she would usually stay at Steve’s or her house to watch the movies but never once laid foot at a cinema. Her eyes were glued everywhere. The carpet,the smell of popcorn in the air, the warm feeling that was almost familiar to Robin when she’s with you. She looked at you with excitement in her eyes. It’s like she was a kid again.

You took this advantage to pull Steve aside. You tugged his jean jacket almost signaling him that you wanted to talk. He turned around and noticed you pulling on his jacket. “hey what’s up?” His eyebrows were once again furrowed and arms crossed close to his chest,stooping down to your level. “this might come off rude Steve but it’s just a simple question.” You whispered,trying not to catch robins attention. “Hit me with all you got, I fought demogorgans and Billy Hargrove himself.” He sounded so proud of himself that he started to smile with his hands now on his hip.

“look okay, are you and uhm- are you and Robin dating?” Your voice trembled once again. You looked at his brown eyes waiting for an answer. “ Me and Robin are Platonic. With a capital P. I swear on Vecnas dying grave that we are just friends (y/n). No need to be worried. I’m not eyeing on your future gf you know? That would be messed up.” He laughed by the sudden flushed face.

“Guys what are we talking about? You guys stick out like a sore thumb!” She made herself in the middle of you both and put two of her hands over yours and Steve’s back. “I see you bought popcorn huh?” Steve looked at Robin with the “you just took money from my wallet to buy that right?” Look. “What- pfft- why would I wanna steal your money-“ she rolled her eyes jokingly and gave her signature toothy smile.

***

You were now watching the Friday the 13th on a huge flat screen Tv. Or so that’s what you thought. Robin was eating loads of popcorn and stuffing her freckled face with soda. You snorted by the look of robins face,popcorn kernels left on her and floors covered with robins snacks- that you and Steve paid for personally.

As the movie was still playing, Steve could see how you would giggle and smile around Robin. So he made an excuse to leave and come back so you guys could talk more without him. “guys I’m gonna take a number two real quick..” he scrunched his face and tried to look like he was about to shit. But his acting skills were as shittier than that. “Eww don’t tell us something like that you dingus!” Robin whispered yelled while she still stuffed her face with popcorn. Steve laughed and got up and left slowly.

“you know I’ve never been into a cinema right? This is like my first time and I really like it..” Robin broke the silence and stared at the movie that was currently playing while she sips her drink.”yeah I can see that buckley.” you grabbed some popcorn from robin and tossed it in the air and then falling into your mouth. “Woah that’s a cool trick-hey teach me how to do that too-“ Robin turned around and saw you’re grin-turning wider. There it was again,those butterflies.

“You’re so pretty (y/n)..” robins eyes turned wide and she quickly put two hands on her mouth. “Y-you didn’t hear anything- I didn’t mean- please don’t think I’m-“ as soon as she saw your pink face she took her hands off her mouth. That was your chance. You grabbed her warm cheeks and smashed your lips onto her cherry-cola flavored mouth. “I thought you liked steve but I didn’t know you thought of me like that buckley.” As soon as you looked at her shocked but rather flushed face- you smirked and kiss her cheeks. “Me?like harrington? That dingus? Never. Not in a million years.” She smiled and admired your beautiful features that were on your face. “Wow you really are beautiful (y/n).” You turn into a tomato and let go of your grip. Now you were holding hands with Robin, it sounds more like a date since Steve wasn’t here-I guess his silly plan did work.

“You know, I only love you.” She kisses your hand and threw the popcorn in the air and caught it. What a flirt.

“I’m glad you only love me buckley,it’s quite reassuring.”

“Finally for fuck sake- now you guys can fall for each other and do lovey dovey couple shit instead of telling me about it.” Steve sat roughly next to you with his eyes rolled.