#these characters literally give me butterflies in my stomach

[chodzacaparodia]

I haven't watched the One Piece anime or read the manga (long-running series scare me), but after watching One Piece Live Action, Zoro and Sanji became my new obsession (mainly thanks to the actors from whom I couldn't take my eyes off).

Their relationship and dynamic fascinated me so much that for a week I have been reading Zosan fics day after day (and night after night - nights are the best time to spend them with fictional characters).

My difficult days were brightened by the thought that I would be able to read about Zoro and Sanji getting together again.

And I still have a lot of fanfics to read so I have more days, maybe weeks or months, maybe even years of obsession ahead of me.

I don't care about spoilers. I only care about dumb-cook and marimo who are hopelessly in love with each other.

[adoregojo]

secret admirer.

hihihihihihihihi, i cannot believe i actually slept for two days in a row? wth? and also that i never did this kind of posts? im such a lazy bum mb yall, I promise I'll write a real fic soon. summary: bllk characters as your secret admirers: isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo. how they fell, what do they do, how did they confess.

isagi.y

him. just him.

you once held his shirt collar to stop him from planting flatly on the floor.

and when you walked away, you walked with his heart in your palms.

yea, just like that

but honestly, isagi himself didn't knew he was such a big sap inside

and the moment he realised you two shared a few classes was the second he almost kneeled and thanked the sky itself for this.

an absolute swoon from looking at your side profile.

he once was long gone within the abyss of daydreaming about you, he genuinely just couldn't look away.

then got called out by the teacher for being too distracted.

definitely prayed that you didn't see that.

writes your name unintentionally in his notebook.

gets so embarrassed about it later and rips the paper.

still dose it again the next day and almost ripped the whole book apart form cringing at himself.

he once was musing over you too much to the point that your name slipped out unwittingly on the dinner table.

his parents couldn't stop teasing him about it, wondering when they would see you walking down their house door.

leaves love notes in your locker almost everyday.

it's something short and simple like: "you look pretty today."

then when he goes home he'll realize how dumb that was because you literally look the prettiest everyday.

dumb, dumby.

takes time to make the first move though.

he just feels like you're way, farther away from his reach.

it's okay, he still considers himself lucky to be one of those who got admire you.

he just hoped you saw him behind all of them, even if it was a glance.

chigiri.h

omgg pretty boyyy

despite chigiri being a confident and self-reliant, the trigger words of his old injury was like a pulling a pin of a grenade to his still-raw sorrowness. something that'll always haunt him.

and what dose he dare to say when they were nothing but truthful? like a salt to his wounds, he tends to just take it and suck it up, or at least try to ignore it for his sake.

but everything flipped when you stood up for him.

from that moment on. chigiri knew that he was far a goner.

out of everyone here he's definitely the most romantic one.

reads all your favourite books and analysis it.

probably named a cat after you.

like isagi he writes love letters for you.

just a little too poetic..

it it's short then it's something like: "loving you is like breathing." or "i hope your days are filled with the same joy you give me with your existence only."

but mostly is: "my definition of love, i see the true meaning of living behind your hue of life. you shall lighten my soul with your existence alone, i was born to see you shin each day, witnessing you is a blessing from heaven itself. the day that i stop seeing you as the owner of the stars is the day my body shall vanish, yet my soul will know it way back to you. from your only and one your admirer."

what a lovesick clown.

he might be a smooth talker on the outside, but trust me the butterflies of sentimental keeps on swirling in his stomach on the sight of you.

told his mother and sister about you.

it was his biggest regrets.

because the next day his sister shouted your name in a demand for you to spend the night for the 'meeting of the future in law'.

he had to physically drag her back to the car, freaking embarrassing.

couldn't meet your eyes for a while after that.

wants to hold your hand.

like, really badly.

it's just that feeling your skin against his cold, pristine hands must've feel like the loveliest, cosiest thing.

the thoughts alone are making him go crazy.

he confessed first, just couldn't help himself.

he just hoped if you would go to the end of the world alongside with him.

bachira.m

the sunshine boy himself.

the definition of fell first AND fell harder.

it all started when the class was ordered to work as duo for a project, something he always despised.

you may say that because bachira was definitely not having the word 'smart' in his book, you'd be right actually.

but mainly since no one really wanted to group up with him.

it was embarrassing, to just sit there and wait to be picked was putting him under the lights that pointed him out as the most pitiful creature in the room.

then you pocked him on the shoulder, and asked him if he wanted to be your partner.

and when he didn't see the sarcasm reeking from you, he knew he tripped hard, and couldn't find it anywhere in his feet to back him up.

it was strange, bachira never had a company, let alone a crush.

but the signs were there, and were painfully vulnerable.

painted you in art class multiple times; you with a smile, you reading a book, you sniffing a sunflower.

maybe also you and him... holding hands or hugging...

stares at your face a way, way too long.

he tells himself it's to crave your features better and detailed.

even he doesn't believe that however.

he draws your eyes a lot.

his second favourite colour is your eyes hue.

he was never the best at writing romantic poems, and his hand writing is just........

so he insisted gets you a gift!

which is a rock.

yes you heard me, rock.

he would even paint a little face with a smile on it and leave it on your desk by the end of the day.

almost went bald from joy when you had it hanging as a small march on your bag.

and when you had a bad day, that goes unnoticed by him.

so imagine your surprise when you would find two pairs of rocks, one kissing the other who had a sad expression on it face.

that somehow that foster a blissful smile on your face. like that little action extinct any remains of the past negative you carried.

and bachira was more than happy to be the reason for your happiness.

definitely rambles about you to his mom.

and his monster.

he once ha a dream about you two smooching.

cried when he woke up because he wanted it to be real more than anything.

you two confessed first, at the same time.

and boy was he dancing on cloud nine at it.

he almost smooch you that moment and then.

reo.m

it's mister perfect everyone, cheer.

you fell first, he fell harder.

no, literally. you fell. tripped flat on the floor.

and somehow, that made the reo mikage heart move.

?????????

love at first (fall??) sight.

he definitely leaves a trail of gifts for you everywhere.

your chair, desk, locker, bag.

he switches between chocolate and flowers to letters and perfumes, necklaces, etc..

you say how he picked them?

easy, see something that reminds him of you, he buys.

and it's pretty foolish since he sees you in almost everything.

reo is convinced that you're within everything that shins beautifully.

he actually paid the teachers to let him be in the same classroom as you.

paid even more to get a seat next to you.

rip to whoever was sitting next to you.

he once heard that a guy was bothering you.

the next day the guy was the talking of school because he suddenly moved out of town due to his dad losing his job.

hm, must be karma then.

has a shrine of you.

but you didn't hear that from me.

talks about you none stop to nagi and ba-ya.

genuinely sobbed when he imagined you with someone else.

has a flight under your name.

made a makeshift doll of you so he can practice his confessions on.

had a mental breakdown of the idea of you rejecting him.

reo can the most horrible, miserable day to a human kind to live.

then he sees you smiling

BOOM

he's all happy and smiling again, also a little giddy.

you once greeted him good morning, the next day he was planing what ring would suit you the most.

had two planes to write on the sky: 'will you go out with me?' and your name next to it in a shade of a heart.

now, you definitely cannot reject that. (Please don't)

have a nice day everyone.

[z0mbiefvcker]

my happiness butterflies in my stomach are outrageous so im gonna list the reasons why i love this silly victorian zombie boy

i love the way he looks at lisa

i love how devoted he is to her

i love how much personality he has despite his inability to talk

i love how he sticks his pinkie out when he does certain things (driving, turning the tanning bed dial)

i love his eyes

i love how he took the time to carve "beloved wife" onto lisas grave

i love how he left her the prettiest flowers

i love how he left the peach rings alongside the flowers

i love how ADORABLE HE IS

I love his one earring

i love LOVE LOVE LOVE his hair

i love that face he makes when hes dropping the recorder

i love the side eyes he gives lisa

i love how he hugs lisa after literally chopping a womans ear off

i love his small little smiles

i love the cat hacking up a hairball move he does

i love how he listens to everything lisa has to say

i love how gentle he is with lisa

i love when he bridal carries lisa

i love when he dances with her

i love how he literally pulled his ass up from the dead for her

i love when he leans in to kiss her after "you cut it off for me?"

i love how he CUT IT OFF FOR HER

i love how he looks away when shes sewing the penis on like "are you done yet?"

i love how he waves at the kid as he drives away after beating the old man to a pulp

i just generally love him as a character

[moonstruckme]

have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

i’m such a sucker for a fake dating trope, could i request a drabble with eddie or tasm!peter? (i feel like out of all of the boyfriends they are the most likely to do it lol) <3

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 686 words

You drop Eddie’s hand as soon as you’re around the corner. “Baby?” your voice comes out disgusted, blissfully steady. “That’s what you’re going with?”

“I don’t have a shit ton of practice being couple-y,” he replies, huffy. “Sorry if I didn’t have time to whip out my domestic dictionary.”

You shrug. “Guess I just expected a little more creativity from you.” He does spend most of his time fucking around with chords and making up stories involving dragons and mages. 

You cross your arms, walking with a couple of feet between you and your part-time boyfriend now that there’s no one around to see. Eddie turns to look at you, his hair falling over his shoulder. “You like it.” 

He’s teasing, you think. He can’t possibly know that. But your face heats and you can’t look up from the sidewalk, because there had been an undeniable commotion in your stomach when Eddie had said in front of everyone, voice smooth and sweet as iced tea, You getting tired, baby? I’m about ready to head out.

It had been a warm sort of commotion, more bees than butterflies, buzzing all the way from the pit of your stomach up into your brain, where they’ve stayed, humming quietly even now. 

You try to pass your flustering off as pique, rolling your eyes and making sure Eddie sees. “It’s infantilizing,” you say. “I hate when guys call girls that, it’s so weird. I’m not a literal baby.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” You look over, and Eddie’s grinning at you now, laying it thick on in the way he has been all night, except that was for show and this appears to be just for you. With how wobbly it makes your limbs feel, you don’t know how much more of it you can take. “You seemed a lot like a baby, the way you let me open every door for you all day and were just about falling asleep on my shoulder a couple of minutes ago.” 

And just like that, the happy buzzing quiet. Real indignation sparks to life in your chest. “I thought you were just being chivalrous for a minute there, but I figured that was ridiculous.” For a second, Eddie looks confused. “And anyway,” you go on, “it’s not like you were any better. I thought I was gonna have to pry your hand off my waist if you got any more comfortable.” 

“You still might have to,” he teases, reaching around your side to squeeze at that favored spot. Your vexation breaks up as a laugh jostles out of you, and you try to move away but Eddie doesn’t let you get far, pulling you roughly against his side. 

Any more of this, and you’ll have to get a tattoo of his handprint on your waist with Eddie’s spot written inside. It’ll be tasteless and suggestive, and you know Eddie will laugh for days. 

“I’ve got to find something equally punishing for you now,” you say. “How do you feel about sweetpea?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“No? Honeyboo?” 

“You know—” 

“Pookie?” 

“—I actually don’t care what you—” 

“Oh, I know! Stud muffin.” 

“Would you shut up?” Eddie squeezes you around the middle again, cutting you off with your own giggles. He doesn’t look nearly as embarrassed as you’d like, still grinning down at you like you’re a source of endless amusement. “Stud muffin actually isn’t bad, but I don’t give a shit what you call me, so long as it’s you.” 

Some of your playfulness fizzles out, and he smirks at what he takes for your dissatisfaction, stopping and grasping your upper arms to look you in the eye. The metal of his rings are cool on your skin. “Got that, baby?” he asks, stretching the endearment out long and teasing.

It takes you a second to react, grateful for Eddie’s hands on your arms as you try to remember how to balance on your own. Once you do, you scoff, ripping out of his grasp and continuing ahead. “Fuck you,” you say. 

Eddie all but skips to catch up to you. “Oh, you wish.” 

[tonicandjins]

all of the girls you loved before

CHARACTERS: lee donghyuck | haechan x fem reader

WORD COUNT: 3k

GENRE: best friends to lovers, all of the girls you loved before by taylor swift

WARNINGS: none, just fluff

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this has been in my drafts for way too long. hope you like it! please consider donating/tipping me

all of the girls you loved before is the fourth installment from 23 moments with donghyuck

lee naeun, June 2013 - July 2013

Lee Donghyuck’s first love turned out to be the quickest one.

It was a whirlwind romance, like how he would describe it whenever you’d ask him. At thirteen, you and Donghyuck were finally catching up to the rest of your homeroom’s growing pains—both literally and figuratively. Your legs were longer now, albeit Donghyuck’s becoming longer than almost everyone else’s, and you were prettier than most. Letting your bangs grow was a wise decision in the summer, after all. Long gone were your chubby cheeks and you’d learned how to put on some lip tint before jumping on the bus to school. The internet was a better teacher when it comes to styling your hair; you’d never expected hairstyles come with face shapes. Meanwhile, Donghyuck, though his cheeks are still as round as they were in primary school, has learned that the hugs and kisses he used to give everyone in homeroom erupted butterflies all over.

You’d wondered, of course, because among everyone in class, Donghyuck’s probably given you the most hugs and kisses, yet you haven’t quite figured out what they meant when they say he gives people butterflies.

In the same year, Donghyuck learned consent. His mother and father gave him a lecture on why kissing people randomly isn’t ideal at his age and why consent is important. Hence, he’d stopped giving everyone random kisses. The last one he’d kissed you on the cheek was a week before summer started—not that you were keeping a record of all the stolen kisses—right when you were about to jump off the bus you and him were on.

Lee Naeun gave the first consent at thirteen. On the last day of classes.

She was moving to the US the next school year. Donghyuck made you wait by the benches as she packed up her duffel back after soccer practice.

She was taller than everyone else. Sporty and ambitious, Lee Naeun was every boy’s kryptonite. Just like how Lee Donghyuck was every girl’s.

“Can I kiss you?” Donghyuck asked. Naeun blushed like crazy. She was taller than Donghyuck, so when she’d nodded, Donghyuck had to go on his tip toes to reach her lips.

You looked away when Donghyuck got his first real kiss, wondering if the sudden pain in your stomach is the same as the butterflies that people get when Donghyuck kisses them.

kim haerin, August 2016 - January 2018

Kim Haerin was Donghyuck’s girlfriend all throughout junior high school.

Contrary to popular belief, Haerin pursued Donghyuck from the first week of classes. You and Donghyuck had moved to a different school after middle school as the one in your hometown didn’t focus much on arts, leaning towards STEM more, which, if you and Donghyuck were being honest, is the last thing you’d want to do in high school. This also meant that you and Donghyuck were new in town—the new girl and the new guy—and that people your age were particularly curious about you and Donghyuck that school year.

Oddly enough, the first thing they needed to confirm was whether you and him were dating. As soon as it was a clear no, you and Donghyuck received flowers left and right. You wondered whether this is what high school should be like and expected Donghyuck to feel the same, but that school year was different. The people liked the extroverted, friends with everybody Donghyuck, so it was easier for him to adjust to the new place and the new people.

They’d started dating the week after school started. Haerin was a part of a big group, the ones who’d studied in the school’s sister middle school down the road, and she knew everyone. She was nice, or so you’ve heard because you didn’t have that many conversations with her to confirm if she truly is, and she’d say hi to you when you passed by her by the lockers.

Donghyuck tried to take you with him whenever they’d hang out, of course, but his attempts could only do much because you weren’t into the same things as they were. Eventually, you’d found your own group and adjusted to the new school all by yourself. It made you worry about Donghyuck less whenever you’d see him all happy and loud like the person he is. While Donghyuck’s name stuck with Haerin’s all throughout high school, yours remain independent. You’d decided you’d start dating when you’re ready.

The only times you’d see each other, apart from the classes you shared, were weekends with your families. You and him talk, of course. Donghyuck at home is different from Donghyuck at school. But it was different. The memories of you and him going to and from school gradually blurred between all the people you’d met in high school.

Kim Haerin broke up with Donghyuck as soon as you all came back from Christmas break on the last year of junior high. She’d started dating the new guy from the other class who transferred all the way from Germany. She’d given Donghyuck a kiss in the middle of the empty gymnasium and told him she’d loved him but the sparks were gone.

Donghyuck waited with you on the bus stop that same day. To this day, he waits with you.

im jieun, November 2019 – December 2019

Im Jieun was one of a kind, and if you could pick, she was your favorite from Donghyuck’s long list of lovers.

She was a couple of years older than you and Donghyuck. How Donghyuck even got the slimmest chance of dating her, you have no idea. She was a freshman in college. You and Donghyuck met her at one of your seniors’ birthday party; they’d hit it off easily. They had the same personality, almost like twins, and were pretty much the perfect couple in your newly found friend group.

That year was the most life changing for him because Donghyuck lost his virginity with her, and for quite some time, similar to when he’d dated Kim Haerin, he disappeared from your life, and not that you’d cared at much at that time because you were also dating your first boyfriend, Na Jaemin.

Jaemin was everything a first boyfriend should be. Gentle and sweet, determined and future-driven, truly the kind you’d want your parents to meet. He’s been in the same class as you since junior high, but he wasn’t the kind to approach women that easily. He was brought up loyal and kind, and it showed with the way he treated you. He asked you out on a dinner for the first date, at an amusement park for the second, and a picnic by the park for the third—which was the same day he officially asked you as his girlfriend.

When Donghyuck had learned, he was as surprised as a best friend would be.

“You never told me you liked Jaemin,” he commented when you’d told him the news. He was sitting on the swivel gaming chair you and him bought as pairs right beside your bed, where you were still half asleep because he barged in at seven on a Sunday morning. Apparently, he learned it because he saw Jaemin’s Instagram story from your date with him last night.

“Because I didn’t,” you groggily replied. You squinted, trying to make up your mind whether Donghyuck’s a dream or not. “I mean, I like him now. But it didn’t occur to me until he started asking me out for dates.”

Donghyuck leaned his head against your chair, kicking his feet off the floor to spin himself around. “You never even told me you went out on dates.”

You giggled. “Are you sulking now, Donghyuck?”

He sighed. “I tell you all about the girls I date. Even the ones I dream on dating. And this one time you finally decided to start dating, I wasn’t there for you.”

You sat up, watching as your child-like best friend spins himself dizzy on your chair. “Check your phone. Every time Jaemin and I went out, I texted you.”

He sighed again, pressing his foot on your bedroom’s floor, stopping so he could look at you eye to eye. “You didn’t tell me it was a date. You said you were having dinner with him, going to the amusement with him, and hanging out with him at the park.”

“We’re 19,” you pointed out. “What would 19-year olds do alone together?”

Donghyuck tilted his head sideways. “You and I are always alone together.”

“It’s different.” You throw a pillow at Donghyuck, kicking off the blanket from your body and moving to give him some space to lay on. “Come here, you big baby.”

Donghyuck’s mouth formed into a pout but occupied the space on your bed anyway.

“I’m a big girl,” you reminded him as he rested his head on your chest. “I don’t need you to be there for me on my first relationship.”

“Ouch,” he mumbled.

“I will always need you in my life, Donghyuck,” you clarified, knowing well how Donghyuck hates being not needed. “Just, not for this one. I might actually, truly like Jaemin. He’s a good guy.”

Donghyuck hummed. “But I’m still your best friend, right?”

You laughed. Because it’s the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. Donghyuck will always be your best friend. You were certain no relationship would break that. You and him were past being insecure about your friendship.

“Always.”

Donghyuck broke up with Jieun before Christmas break. The reason, you have no idea. But he’d told you it wasn’t as fun as it was in the beginning anymore. And Jieun was in university, after all, and you and him had SATs to pass and college essays to ace before the school year ends.

You and Jaemin took him out for clubbing that night, in hopes of cheering him up. It was a mystery to you why he’d suddenly decided to end it when the relationship seemed like it was smooth-sailing. They’d even talk about Donghyuck going to the same university as Jieun next year. You didn’t recall any fights within the relationship, so you wonder why.

Donghyuck leaves the club without you and Jaemin.

lee naeun (again), February 2020 – April 2020

Donghyuck learned from Lee Jeno that his first love returned from the US to take her bachelor’s degree in Seoul on Valentine’s day. He found her wandering around SNU’s main lobby on the first day of the spring semester. You and Donghyuck were visiting the university after receiving your acceptance letters, looking for an apartment to share. Jaemin was going to another university, so it wasn’t wise for you and him to move in together, hence Donghyuck offered to move in with you to save up some money for rent and other expenses.

Lee Naeun stood there, still taller than Donghyuck, still the first person who ever kissed Donghyuck’s lips, still the first person you’d ever compared yourself to, wondering what she had that you didn’t.

Like the day they kissed in 2013, you looked away when Donghyuck finally reached to where she stood, wondering why, all of a sudden, many years later, the butterflies were flying all over in your stomach once again.

ginny williams, September 2020 – October 2020

Of course, the first woman that Donghyuck officially dated in university is from the UK. Jeno said he only dated her to show everyone he’s immensely improved in English.

The break-up was proof Donghyuck never improved in English. He didn’t even understand why she was breaking up with him.

park yesol, September 2021 – February 2022

You introduced Donghyuck to Park Yesol because it’s what she wanted for her birthday.

She had invited you to her 21st birthday. You and her, if you were being honest, barely know each other. You only shared a class in Literature once, so at first, it was a mystery to you why she suddenly invited you. When she’d asked if you could ask Donghyuck to RSVP with you, you’d known that it’s all she wanted from you.

Eventually, they’d start dating. Donghyuck, at that time, had been single for almost a year. He thought he convinced you that college was finally catching up on him hence he’d put a stop to his “demanding” dating life. However, Donghyuck is your best friend, and you could see right through him. You knew he liked someone he wasn’t willing to share with you, and he was probably working up the courage to ask that person out, which, when you thought about it, was new. Donghyuck was cunning and ambitious and he knew what he wanted and how to get it. He was never one to shy away from the people he liked, so it was a little suspicious that it took him almost a year to start dating again. You did not figure out who he liked, and you knew he’d only started dating Yesol to get you to shut up about it.

You and him knew it wasn’t a serious relationship because Yesol was dating other guys while she’d dated him. Donghyuck told you it felt like the relationship was just for sex because of his oozing sex appeal; you’d thrown a cushion at him when he’d said that.

Meanwhile, you and Jaemin were almost at pointbreak.

You didn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day being uncertain of the relationship would go, so you broke up with him on the first day of February. Jaemin had gotten an internship in Japan a few months ago, and the company that hired him liked him so much that they wanted to keep him while he finishes his degree virtually. You wished you could say the same, that you loved him so much you also wanted to keep him.

It was finally catching up to you and him, the distance. So, it was better you’d break it off before you and him start failing subjects just to keep a relationship steady.

Two and a half years together wasn’t enough. You and Jaemin wanted to spend the rest of your college years, at least, together. But like he said the night you’d ended it: it wasn’t worth it if it was compromising your mental health and studies. You’d cried so much that night, and you wondered if Donghyuck pretended he couldn’t hear you sobbing from the other side of the apartment.

Come Valentine’s Day, Donghyuck asked you to dress up, throwing a paper bag at you.

The place he “luckily scored” a reservation from, on a busy, fully-booked Valentine’s night, was nice. It was romantic and you were flushed and giddy from all the wine and all of the Donghyuck.

“Why are you here with me and not with Yesol?” you’d asked after the waiter filled your glass.

Donghyuck smiled at you. “I broke up with her two weeks ago.” Around the same time you did with Jaemin. “I figured if my best friend would be miserable on Valentine’s day, I should be, too.”

You laughed. “Well, you don’t look too miserable for a newly single man.”

“I’m not,” he confessed. “I’m never miserable when I have you.”

You reached out one hand, palm facing Donghyuck. He intertwined his hand with yours. And it fit perfectly. Just like the dress he got you.

your name, June 2022 – present (or alternately, sometime in 2005 – forever.)

“Lee Naeun, Kim Haerin, Im Jieun, Lee Naeun again, then Park Yesol,” you enumerate. “You were a ladies’ man!”

Donghyuck whines, begging you to stop as you go through his things in his room, particularly the notes and letters from the girls he’d dated.

You and him are moving out. Graduation is just around the corner, and you and Donghyuck decided to move on to a better place. Your boyfriend got a job in one of the biggest companies in his industry, while you’re yet to find yours.

“Don’t forget Ginny Williams,” he teases, throwing you a love letter from the bunch.

“You did not date Ginny Williams, Donghyuck. It was an illusion,” you scoff. “Tell me one conversation you had with her. A real one.”

“I swear to God, she loved me,” he answers. “Stop playing around and help me in here.”

You stand from the carpeted floor and walk towards Donghyuck as he sorts out the things from his study desk. Donghyuck starts with the tower of books and folders, organizing them alphabetically as he carefully places them on the box labeled as books. The other box is labeled as essentials; hence you start throwing his headphones and speakers and its chargers in. While doing so, you get a hold of a small box that contains what you thought were miscellaneous items mixed in with trash, until you realize what’s inside.

There are a few polaroid pictures of you and him from high school, including a picture of you and him on your high school’s graduation day, some receipts from, now you recognize, the places you’d gone to. There’s a receipt from when you and him took the subway to visit a museum at the other side of the country back in 2018, another from Valentines day 2022, when you and him celebrated being newly single, the old ticket from your senior prom when he’d gone with you, and so many more that you could recognize just from its dates.

“Donghyuck,” you whisper as you look at the box of memories. Donghyuck turns, eyes wide when he recognizes the box you’re holding. “Where… where should I put these?”

Donghyuck loved many girls in his life. You can recall their names in the order of when he’d dated them. You had your favorites and the ones you didn’t like that much. Some of your friends wonder if you’ve ever been insecure knowing you weren’t the first kiss or the first person he had sex with and if you were okay with knowing all of that. You weren’t the first and you wish you’d be the last. The only thing you’re certain of, is that he had always loved you, and that alone erases all the other thoughts.

If you could say so, you’re thankful for all of the girls he loved before because they made him the one you’d fallen for. Every dead-end street led him straight to you.

He smiles. “Essentials.”

[devilishchaos]

hi love, i have no clue if youre taking requests atm but im really in love with ur writings, super talented🥹 i wonder if you could write more fluff where rúben is having the pregnancy symptoms (cravings, back pain, etc) basically hes feeling your pregnancy ups and downs hehe

Sympathetic pregnancy | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Rúben, an expectant father, experiences some of the same symptoms and behavior as his pregnant partner.

Warnings: none

AN: Heyy, thank you so much for the kind words and the request <3 I hope you like it! :) x

Word Count: 813 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You rolled onto your back with a small groan. Nothing seems to work, you are overly tired, frustrated, in pain and hungry. You are so uncomfortable you actually want to scream. Your stomach is huge and because of that, no position in bed is comfy. Literally not even one. 

Being 38 weeks pregnant is hard, all you really want at this point is for the baby to come out already. On top of not being able to find a position to sleep in, you never slept more than an hour at a time. Tonight especially, you had been experiencing braxton-hicks contractions for most of the night, some of them bringing you to tears. You placed your hand on your stomach and could feel him kicking around. You could feel his tiny feet pushing through the skin of your stomach, giving you butterflies and a smile. There was just something so strange about feeling a baby kick within you and while it was weird - it was a beautiful part of pregnancy that you would for sure miss. But of course, right now you just wished he would stay still and go to sleep so maybe you could get some sleep as well. You winced in pain as you felt another contraction come on. 

“Rúben?” you asked softly, trying not to startle him. 

But there wasn’t a response. 

“Rúbes?” you tried again, but still nothing. 

And since your back was facing him, you had to turn around to see why he wasn’t responding. Which alone was a big task. 

You soon discovered that Rúben wasn’t in bed, his side empty and cold, which meant it had been a while since he had left. But where could have he gone? It was the middle of the night and he had early training tomorrow. So you decided to go and look for him. 

After carefully getting out of bed, you put on your fuzzy robe and opened the bedroom door. Immediately you entered the living room and you were met with darkness. You made your way to the closest light switch and 

“Ah, are you eating my favorite craving without me?” you gasped at your husband, who you caught red-handed, trying to stuff a pickle in his mouth, a jar of grape jelly and one with peanut butter opened in front of him, sitting on the kitchen counter “How could you do this to me?” 

“Princess, I-” 

“Don’t princess me now mister! Are you stealing your baby mama’s food? And why are you sitting in darkness??” 

“I’m not! I- I just..I wanted to try it and I- I couldn't stop, I guess.” 

“It’s good, huh? Make room for me.” 

You waddled your way to him, around the kitchen island, and put your hand out. He put a pickle in it, with the perfect ratio of peanut butter and jelly, because at this point he has made that for you one too many times and he knew exactly how you liked it. 

“Thank you, babe.” you said while you both continued to stuff your faces. It was just too good to pass. 

*

Rúben almost found himself in tears during the training session at THE Etihad Campus because he didn’t perform the best way he knew he could. He’s had a couple of bad days but they’ve never led him to be so hysterical, he’s a born leader after all. 

“Oi, Rúben!” Kyle called him cautiously when Rúben walked into the locker room without saying anything to anyone, his gaze hard as he threw his soaking with sweat shirt quite furiously in his locker. 

“Rúben.” he calls him again, this time in a higher tone and he makes his way towards him “Rúben, take a deep breath in, lad. Chill man.” a choked sound comes out of Rúben’s throat as he sits down on the bench and Kyle stepped back to study him better. 

“I can’t breathe. Everything hurts. I’m not sleeping like I should and I wanna go back to drink another (caffeinated drink).” Rúben breathed out fast.

“You know if you were a girl I’d tell you you’re like this because of your hormones, your period or something.” Kyle jokes.

“Great! So I’m a man and I’m just crazy?” Rúben rolls his eyes while his friend shakes his head amused “And you have a wife for longer than me, Walks?!? You should know better than to say stuff like that.” 

“It’s one of the side effects of becoming a father, I’m telling you..been there, done that..three times.” Kyle shrugs. 

“Well it sucks.” Rúben grumbles almost immediately as he crosses his arms to his chest. 

“It’s worth it, I can assure you of that.” a little smile is born on both their faces. “Hey, but let me know when your morning sickness goes away, okay?” Rúben groans while Kyle laughs, after all it’s a bit funny. 

[yournowheregirl]

remember when i said this was gonna be 5 parts? psych! it’s gonna be six parts of the secret-dolly-parton-fan eddie munson saga (thanks again for all the love on this fic & a special thanks to @gothbat99 and @legitcookie for listening to my rambling about this part 🥰)

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 5] [part 6 + complete on ao3]

part 4: i will always love you

Eddie never thought himself to be an overthinker. 

In fact, during the majority of his life a lot of people assumed he didn't think at all considering the way he flunked senior year twice (He got there in the end, though). But lately - well, actually ever since Pat swore up and down Steve isn’t as straight as Eddie originally thought - Eddie’s brain has been running at a hundred miles an hour.

More specifically, Pat’s words have been echoing through his mind, haunting him, torturing him, every time he hangs out with Steve.

“Hey man, that shirt looks really great on you.” Steve says one day when Eddie shows up at Family Video wearing a red henley. It’s an old shirt he found earlier that week when Wayne forced him to clean out his closet, a little tight but it still fit so Eddie decided to keep it.

“What, this old thing?” Eddie scoffs, playing with the frayed hem of the shirt.

“Yeah, it’s… it suits you. Looks nice.” Steve smiles. 

“Thanks.” Eddie replies. His smile is tight, in the hopes that he doesn’t give away the swarm of butterflies currently residing in his stomach.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

“Wait, what’s happening again?” Steve asks one night during Will’s latest Hellfire campaign. 

It’s the first time in literal years that Eddie’s been playing a character instead of DM’ing and so far, he’s been very impressed with Will replacing him. Though his story lines can be a little too detailed at times, which makes it hard for Steve - who hasn’t been there during every D&D night - to keep up. 

So, Eddie explains it to him. He’s patient, keeping his voice low so the others won’t overhear and carefully watches Steve connect the dots. Watches how that cute little frown in between his eyebrows slowly fades away and is replaced with a soft smile. 

“Which brings us here, to the Rotting Grove and now we gotta wait until Dustin’s character makes a decision.” Eddie says finally, but Steve stays quiet. He’s still looking at Eddie, eyes wide with wonder, maybe he still doesn’t understand the plot just yet. “Sorry, did I go too fast? You want me to start again?”

“No, no, I got it.” Steve shakes his head, smiling. “Thanks for explaining it, though. You’re a great story teller, Eddie.” He says, bumping their shoulders together but never pulling away.

Steve stays glued to Eddie’s side throughout the rest of the night, whispering the occasional question or snarky comment in his ear, sending a chill down Eddie’s spine every time he feels Steve’s lips brush against his skin.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

“You really gotta be more careful.” Steve says sternly one afternoon, after Eddie has fallen face-first onto the ground during one of Max’ skateboarding lessons, leaving him with a nasty graze on his cheek. 

“I was being- fucking Christ, Steve.” Eddie hisses as Steve dabs a washcloth against Eddie’s bloodied cheek. “Will you stop that? That hurts like hell.”

Steve ignores his protests, rolling his eyes. “An infection hurts even more, so just stay still, will you?”

His hand, big and warm, finds Eddie’s hip, holding him still against the bathroom counter, as Eddie tries to think of literally anything that’ll stop his blood from going south because this not the place or time to pop a boner right now. Which somehow results in him being particularly mopey to Steve.

“I can take care of myself y’know? Been doin’ it all my life.” He grunts when Steve slowly removes the washcloth. 

“I know you can.” Steve replies softly. “But sometimes it’s nice to have someone taking care of you for a change.”

He runs his thumb over Eddie’s cheek, wiping away the last of the blood before placing his his hand on Eddie’s jaw, turning his face to see if there are any wounds to be taken care of. When Steve nods, obviously proud of his work, Eddie almost wants to go out there and trip another time, just to feel Steve’s hands on his skin again. 

“Besides, you need someone around here who actually knows first aid. God forbid something happens to that pretty face of yours.” Steve smirks, before patting Eddie’s chest and walking out of the bathroom, leaving Eddie speechless for the first time in his life.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

Pat’s words keep getting louder and louder in his mind to the point that it’s the only thing Eddie can think about. He overanalyzes every single one of Steve’s movements, every word that rolls off his tongue, every glance sent his way, to the point that he swears he’s going insane.

Because the more he starts thinking about it, the more Pat might actually be right and isn’t that the most terrifying thing in the wold?

-xxx-

“Dude, will you stop that?”

Eddie looks up from where he was mindlessly staring out the window and glares at Dustin, who glares right back at him. “What?”

“Your leg.” Dustin pokes him in said leg, the one that’s been bouncing uncontrollably for the past few minutes. “It’s fucking annoying.”

Dustin’s been at the Munson trailer since early afternoon, figuring out the perfect songs to  put on the mixtape he’s mailing Suzie for their anniversary. Eddie had felt honored that Dustin came to him, rather than the so-called leading expert on romance (Steve) but now his patience is wearing thin. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves the squirt with all his heart, but Dustin’s been contemplating between two very similar songs for thirty minutes now and his indecisiveness is starting to get on Eddie’s nerves.

“Maybe if you hurried the fuck up, my leg wouldn’t be shakin’ Henderson.” Eddie retorts. “C’mon, hurry up, will ya? I got places to go, people to meet.”

Dustin snorts. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“You know, going out to the woods to deal doesn’t exactly count as Friday evening plans.” Dustin says.

“Hey!” Eddie protests. “You know I don’t do that shit anymore, not with those shady government assholes watching my every move.” He sighs, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “But if you must know, me and Steve are having a movie night at his place and you know how huffy he gets when I’m late.”

That’s not entirely true. Sure, Eddie’s going over to the Harrington house tonight and sure they’re gonna watch a movie, but it’s also the night that Eddie decided to finally make a move on Steve. And maybe, if everything goes right, tonight will be the night that he finds the guts to Steve how he feels.

Which is why Dustin needs to get a move on because he really needs those extra few hours to contemplate his existence, have a panic attack, talk himself down from said panic attack and figure out what he’s going to wear.

“Okay, now I know you’re lying.” Dustin says, looking anything but impressed with Eddie.

“What? I ain’t lying, Henderson.” Eddie frowns. He grabs the VHS tape from the coffee table and waves it in Dustin’s face. “See, I got the movie and everything.”

“Yeah, well, you must have gotten the days mixed up.” Dustin shrugs. “Steve’s got a date tonight.”

“Yeah, right.” Eddie says, rolling his eyes at Dustin and ignoring the way his heart is starting to beat a little faster out of sheer panic. “Steve hasn’t been on a date since he broke up with Emily. And even if he has a date, I doubt he would’ve planned it at the same time as our movie night.”

“Well sorry to burst your bubble, but I know for a fact that Steve’s got a date tonight because he told me.” Dustin’s tone is bordering on condescending but Eddie doesn’t even have energy to tell him off right now because what the fuck? What does Dustin mean by that? And maybe more importantly, why did Steve leave Eddie in the dark about all this?

A heavy feeling settles down in his stomach, but he can’t let Dustin see his inner turmoil so he goes with indifference instead. “Pff, sure he did.”

“I saw him buy roses, Eddie! They were red too and that’s like, a dead giveaway for romance!” Dustin declares. “And when I talked to him about it he got this… weird, mushy look in his eye, which by the way gross, and said something about making tonight special and shit. Which again, gross, but if that doesn’t scream romantic evening to me, then I don’t know what is!”

Slowly, as Dustin’s words are starting to sink in, the heavy feeling grows stronger and stronger until Eddie feels his stomach drop.

Steve’s going on a date. 

Steve’s going on a date and just ditches Eddie without saying a word.

Steve’s going on a date with someone who isn’t Eddie.

Steve’s going on a date which means Pat was wrong.

“Get out.” Eddie says, voice on edge.

“Geez, didn’t know you’d get so upset. It’s just a cancelled movie night, I’m sure Steve-”

“Out!” Eddie exclaims, his tone way harsher than it needs to be. It obviously affects Dustin, who flinches at his words, but Eddie doesn’t care. Well, he does but he’ll apologize to Dustin later, once he starts to feel normal about all of this. 

Dustin quietly packs his stuff, mumbling something under his breath as Eddie just stands there, frozen. Eyes glued to the coffee stain on the carpet, mind reeling with thoughts of Steve ditching him for some date he didn’t even tell him about. 

He hears Dustin say a quiet goodbye but he stays there for a good few minutes before he finally snaps out of his trance and grabs the keys to the van from the kitchen counter. He doesn’t even see the dark clouds forming in the sky, he just gets in the van and drives. 

-xxx-

Rain is still pouring down when Eddie arrives at the Off-Road. Not that he really cares about the weather right now, he’s got other things on his mind. He pulls his leather jacket over his head and jogs over to the entrance, only to find the door closed and the lights off.

Great. Like his day couldn’t get any worse.

Eddie slumps down on the porch in front of the bar, not caring that he’s sitting on wet wood or that the wind is blowing the raindrops right in his face. The rain is actually pretty nice right now, hiding the tears that are slowly rolling down his cheek.

Crying over Steve motherfuckin’ Harrington. That’s a new low, even for him.

And the thing is, any other time Eddie could’ve dealt with Steve getting another date. Yeah, it’d probably hurt like a bitch and Eddie would’ve been sulking for a day or two, but he would’ve been fine. It would’ve been just another Emily situation, just another reminder that Steve would never been his.

But Steve keeping him in the dark about his date, Steve just flat-out cancelling their movie night without even telling him, after weeks of, let’s be honest, low-key flirting? That somehow hurts even more. It just feels like Steve doesn’t really care about him, like Steve’s using him like a fucking Kleenex - use once, then throw away when it’s no longer useful.

The thoughts in his head are so loud, so overwhelming, that he doesn’t even hear a pick-up truck stopping a few steps from him. Doesn’t hear the hushed voices or the wet sounds of footsteps through the mud.

“Ed? Whatcha doin’ here kid?”

Eddie looks up from where he had been staring at his feet, only to find Pat and Tish standing in front of him, huddled together underneath an umbrella. The worried looks on both their faces makes Eddie just cry even harder.

“Oh honey.” Tish says softly. “Let’s get you inside, okay?”

Pat and Tish lead him inside and up the stairs that lead to the apartment above the bar. It’s small, but cozy and feels like a home, with little trinkets and old photos scattered just about everywhere. Pat firmly plants Eddie down at the kitchen table and hands him a couple of towels as his tears slowly start to fade. He hadn’t even realized how cold he was until Pat throws a woolen blanket over his shoulders and Tish puts down a pot of hot chamomile tea.

“So…” Pat says as she sits down across from him at the kitchen table. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Eddie sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “It’s stupid.”

“We’ll be the judge of that.” Pat says sternly, though her eyes are soft. “Now tell us what happened.”

And Eddie just spills everything. How Pat’s advice has been haunting him, how he’s been overanalyzing every of Steve’s moves, how he was so sure that Steve liked him back, only to be tossed aside without a care. He tears up again a few times and it’s so embarrassing he wants to be buried alive, even with Pat and Tish just listening and telling him it’s okay.

Once he’s done, he just feels empty - no more tears to cry, no more words to say, just an empty, hollow feeling where his heart used to be. 

“Eddie, I’m so sorry, honey.” Tish sighs as she pours him another cup of tea. He’s not usually a tea drinker but he’s had two cups already - he swears Tish put some kind of crack in it, rather than sugar cubes. “For what it’s worth, he doesn’t deserve you. Not if he treats like you like, pardon my French, dogshit.”

Hearing Tish swear, while she’s generally so prim and proper, makes Eddie laugh, even through his dried-up tears. “Thanks, Tish.” He sighs, slouches down in his chair and looks up at the wooden ceiling. “But I guess this was good, in some twisted, fucked up way. Just the slap in the face I needed.”

“What’d you mean?” Pat frowns.

“It’s just… I been running after him like some lovesick puppy even though I know he’ll never feel the same.” Eddie says. “And it’s not doing me any good, now is it? Guess this is a sign that it’s time for me to move on.”

He knows he said that before, back when Steve started dating Emily, and even though it clearly didn’t work out the way he wanted to, Eddie has to make it work now. He has to say goodbye to Steve because he’s not so sure his poor heart’ll survive if he doesn’t.

And he knows exactly how he’s going to do just that.

Eddie jumps up from the table and races downstairs, ignoring Pat and Tish’s confused noises as they follow him. He fumbles with the lights for a moment but as soon as the lights are partially on, Eddie walks up to the podium, grabs the guitar off the wall and sits down on the stool that has become so familiar to him.

The bar is silent because of course it is and for a second Eddie just wants to laugh at how weird this whole situation - singing in a bar just to process his dumb feelings, even with no audience around (well, there’s an audience if you count Pat, Tish and the wind howling outside). But he has to do this, needs to do this, audience be damned. 

His hands are shaking, hesitating to play the first few chords. It’s not like he doesn’t know the song, in fact he knows it by heart and played it plenty of times, But he never actually sang the words, too scared what’ll mean if he’ll say them out loud. 

“If I, should stay… I would only be in your way. So, I’ll go but I’ll know, I’ll think of you each step of the way.” Eddie sing softly, voice already wavering because he was right for not singing this song before - it fucking hurts. “And I… will always love you.”

Eddie’s voice echoes through the empty bar, causing to sound more hollow than it already is. A shiver runs up his spine when he feels a cool breeze of wind - the wind must’ve flung the door open. Eddie doesn’t look up, closes his eyes instead and lets the music take him.

“Bittersweet memories, that’s all I’m taking with me.” He hears Pat and Tish whispering to another, can’t really see them from where they’re standing in the dark but their hushed voices sound tense. Not that Eddie’s really listening, it’s all background noise as he continues strumming his guitar. 

“Goodbye, please don’t cry. We both know…” Eddie chokes on his on voice, the words hitting a little too close to home. He takes a deep breath and tries again, refusing to shed anymore tears. “We both know that I’m not what you need.”

“Eddie?”

Someone’s calling out his name. A familiar voice. A way too familiar voice. 

Steve’s voice.

But that can’t be. Steve’s doesn’t knows he’s here. Steve’s too busy wooing his goddamn date with those goddamn roses.

It’s just in his head. It’s just his mind playing tricks on him. He just needs to finish this song and then this fake Steve will disappear and-

“And I… will always love you. I will always-” 

“Eddie, please.”

Eddie stops playing as a shadow washes over him, a figure blocking the spotlight. He squints, trying to identify whether it’s Pat or Tish who interrupted him, only to find that it’s neither of them

Because there, with floppy wet hair plastered to his face and a thoroughly soaked pink button-down and blue jeans, stands the one person Eddie had run away from in the first place.

Steve.

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[lawsvalentine]

Can I Have This Dance? • OP Men Scenarios • (SFW)

Fem!reader

Characters: Luffy, Sanji, Law,

CW: None, Pure Fluff.

Cee’s note: I am soft™️ 🥺🥺. (Also I originally wanted to include Zoro but i literally cannot imagine him slow dancing sgshdj like my mind was blank trying to come up with something) But oh well, hope y’all enjoy!

Luffy

The straw hats had once again saved a town and in return, the villagers have thrown them a banquet. Luffy had already stuffed himself with the food from the banquet. What’s a better way to blow off steam than to do some dancing. He is quick to drag you on the dance floor with him, which you happily obliged.

You and Luffy were practically dancing like maniacs. You two tend to feed off each other’s energy, so it’s no surprise that you guys are in your own little world, just vibing off each other. It wasn’t until the music slowed and people were starting to couple up is when you both froze and stared at each other awkwardly.

You have always had a crush on your captain but pushed those feelings aside because you didn’t think he would be interested in dating. Also because you were practically best friends and you didn’t want to ruin it by expressing your feelings.

So it took you by surprise when Luffy suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. So close that your noses almost touched. Your face flushed at the closeness and you slowly brought your arms to wrap around his neck. You two start to sway to the rhythm of the music.

“This is kinda weird, right” you say to break the awkward silence.

“Not really, I kinda like it”

Your stomach starts tingling at his words. This boy didn’t know the affect he had on you. Suddenly, Luffy let out his famous chuckle as he studied your body language.

“You know you’re cute when you’re nervous”

Did he just-

“You think I’m cute?” You say, with wide eyes.

“Of course, aren’t you supposed to when you like someone”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Luffy liked you?

“Wait, you like-like me? Like more than a friend?”

“Duhhhh!” Luffy said with a snicker. “Thought it was obvious, Y/N”

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle at his confession. Feeling all giddy, knowing your crush liked you back.

“I like-like you too, Luffy”

Luffy gave you a big toothy grin as he spun you around. You too giggling as you continued to dance.

Sanji

The banquet you and the straw hats were at was in full swing with people dancing and drinking and stuffing there faces with food. The music had slowed and people were coupling up quickly and slow dancing. You took a sip from your wine as you sat and observed people. You couldn’t help but notice Sanji get turned down by yet another girl who he had asked to dance with him.

You saw the saddened look on the cook’s face who slumped down in defeat. You felt kind of bad for him. Sure he could be a bit…much with his love for women but at the end of the day he had a good heart and he wasn’t bad looking in the slightest. You downed the rest of your drink, gaining a bit of liquid confidence and marched your way toward him.

“I’ll dance with you Sanji”

Sanji looked up at you, eyes widened and mouth agape. He couldn’t believe his ears, surely you must be mistaken.

You giggled at his dumbfounded look, “You coming or what?”

Sanji sprung up arms wide and eyes filled with hearts, “Y/N-SWA-“

You clamped your hand over his mouth muffling his voice. A few nearby strangers gave you two weird looks before proceeding with their dance.

“Listen, I’ll dance with you but none of that, got it?”

Sanji nodded his head frantically. He would be a fool to mess up this opportunity. You released your hand from his mouth. Sanji grabbed that same hand and placed the back of it to his lips giving it a gentle peck. It was almost like a switch was flipped, because Sanji’s entire demeanor changed from hopeless simp to Mr.Prince.

“Mademoiselle, may I have this dance?”

He bowed slightly as he said it. You couldn’t deny the butterflies you got from his gentleman-like actions. The boy can be quite charming when he wants to be.

You two made your way to the floor to an empty spot. You wrap your arms around Sanji’s neck and his hands found their place holding your waist. Your eyes were locked on each other as you swayed slowly to the music. You felt timid under his gaze. You have never been this up close and personal with Sanji. Was his eyes always this pretty?

His voice took you out of your thoughts. “I think you’re very beautiful Y/N”

You turned your head slightly to hide your blush. “You’re not so bad looking yourself”

Suddenly, you felt yourself be dipped down, Sanji once again having those heart eyes as he started basically asking for your hand in marriage.

You giggle at Sanji’s forwardness. “Slow down lover boy, how bout you take me on a date first.”

“As you wish, princess”

Law

You were reading a romance novel, back rested against the headboard of the bed, patiently waiting for your lover to be finished with his work. You didn’t mind though, fully enthralled with the story you were reading.

Law finally entered your shared private quarters, to find you giggling and blushing at the book in your hand. He gave you a perplexed look, before sitting at the edge of the bed facing you.

“What are you reading, Y/N-ya?”

“Oh it’s nothing, just the main character and her love interest are slow dancing at this ball. I dunno, I always thought it would be really romantic to be asked to dance.”

Law stared at you with an unreadable expression. You suddenly felt embarrassed at your confession, closing the book and setting it by the night stand.

“Forget it, Law, it’s stupid. Let’s just go to bed”

You were about to pull the sheets over you when you felt Law stand from his place on the bed and make his way to you. You saw his hand being held out in front of you. You look up at him with widened eyes.

Were you imagining this? Surely, this can’t be real.

Law smirked at your shocked expression.

“Dance with me, Y/N-ya”

You beamed at him, before placing your hand in his and standing up from the bed. He slowly brought you close to his chest as his other hand rested at your waist. You brought your free arm to wrap around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape. You two started to sway, creating your own rhythm despite the lack of music.

His golden orbs gazed down at you with a soft expression. It was rare seeing Law like this. Usually, he is not a big fan of PDA, so most of it is done in private. He may not be the most expressive when it comes to love, but it’s moments like this, where he shows you how much he loves and cares for you. Moments like this that make you fall even more in love with him.

You rest your head on his chest, enjoying being held by him as you both continued to sway to the imaginary music in your heads.

He places a chaste kiss on-top of your head before tilting your head up so he can look at your face.

“Your feelings aren’t stupid Y/N-ya, I would never judge you, my love”

[everettswritings]

i saw the post about closing requests, but i just wanted to leave this here- dont feel pressured to do this one, you can finish whatever you have left first! i can wait :] anyway, for the request itself:

I NEEEEED MORE LEE SHADOW MILK PLEASEEE WHETHER ITS READER OR JUST CANON CHARACTERS WHATEVER JUST GIVE ME MORE 🙏🙏🙏🙏 AAAAA

This was definitely a while ago, so you definitely get a cookie after the wait 🍪. And YES! WE NEED MORE LEE!SHADOW MILK! I want this twink completely WRECKED by 4:00. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI) Also, this is pre-imprisonment

The Five Heroes, now known as the Five Beasts. It feels like just moments ago they were reigning in an era of peace that would last for eons to come, but now their powers were being used to crumble the freshly-baked world around them. However, did this corruption completely strip them of who they once were? Maybe not…

They were all gathered at the Ivory Pagoda, discussing who would do what with their respective pieces of land. As per usual after his corruption, Shadow Milk Cookie was figuratively and literally bouncing off the walls, acting like a butterfly hopped up on sugar. He was cracking jokes, finding it impossible to keep still, and everyone was starting to grow annoyed. Even Mystic Flour Cookie’s apathetic persona was faltering, her expression souring as if she ate a lemon.

Eternal Sugar Cookie sighed “Always active, like usual… Why not let the comfort of sloth envelop you? Why not let it all go and-“ Shadow Milk Cookie interrupted her “WHY’D THE SLOTH CROSS THE ROAD?!” He didn’t await a reply “HE DIDN’T! HE WAS TOO SLOW TO CROSS!” He started laughing at his own joke, meanwhile the others didn’t even crack a smile. The Beasts shot each other knowing glances, like they were forming a plan without even speaking; they always had a bond like that, even in madness. Without a word, Silent Salt Cookie snuck up behind the jester without making so much as a single sound and grabbed him. Shadow Milk Cookie gasped at the sudden grip on his arms “O-Oh! Hello, Silent Salt Cookie! S-Still giving us all the silent treatment?” They chuckled nervously, subconsciously knowing what was about to come.

The other three gathered around as Shadow Milk Cookie had his arms lifted above his head, “Shadow Milk Cookie,” Mystic Flour Cookie addressed him “Your antics may be welcomed elsewhere, but not in my sacred temple. We are all fed up with you acting so childishly; now you get to pay a price you know all too well.” The Beasts readied their hands and the jester squirmed wildly, though he was unable to break free of Silent Salt Cookie’s grasp. “W-Wait! Guys!” Their voice cracked with panic, but as the others approached, they knew their fate was sealed “Uh oh.” Was all they could say. Seconds afterwards, the jester started to howl with crazed laughter; but not laughter at his own jokes.

Burning Spice Cookie was roughly scribbling all over his stomach, Eternal Sugar Cookie was lazily scratching at his armpits, Mytic Flour Cookie was running her fingers across his sides and ribs, and even Silent Salt Cookie joined in by rubbing against the jester’s palms.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! HEHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEEE!! STOHOHOP! NO!” Shadow Milk Cookie squealed, instantly overwhelmed by the other Beasts attacking his spots this way. Their methods were so different, but equally vicious! “MERCHEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO MOREEE!!” They pleaded onto deaf ears, but it was ultimately useless, the others wouldn’t stop for a good while.

After what felt like hours, but what was most likely a couple minutes, the others let the jester go. Shadow Milk Cookie flopped to the floor, unable to speak or breathe without wheezing. The other four sat beside him, tiny smiles on their faces. To answer that question from earlier: maybe they didn’t lose who they were, even in this state of madness. If only that sense of camaraderie had been enough to save them…

I can’t wait for the other Beast cookies to come out, this was all headcanons because there’s literally NOTHING about them besides Shadow Milk and Mystic Flour! I NEED MY SILLY LITTLE AGENTS OF CHAOS! Anyways, hope you enjoyed. That’s all, have a good one 🫶

[clearaeipathy]

Unflurried

Kaeya x reader

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-trigger warnings: mentions of alcohol

-female reader, sorry if the character doesn't really represent you

-plagiarism is absolutely unacceptable, pls let me know first if you're going to write something inspired by my work. If you see anyone plagiarizing my work or with work really similar to mine, i would really appreciate it if you could tell me

-this is part 2 to Unruffled, so please read that first otherwise this won't make sense! Go to my masterlist please

-enjoy! Feedback is appreciated

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Y/N?

Kaeya stares blankly at the girl in front of him. Was he supposed to know-

oh.

He remembers now. Y/N, his and Diluc's childhood friend.

He had been seven when she ran into him, quite literally. He and Diluc had been playing hide and seek in the city when this girl had popped out from nowhere and crashed into him.

Her name was Y/N, and she had been running from angry cats.

Kaeya and Diluc, being the dashing heroes they were at seven, calmed down the snarling monsters, and saved the damsel in distress. And that was how they became friends.

Ironically, this "damsel" was no damsel at all. As Kaeya and Diluc grew up, Y/N grew up with them. They would race each other, challenge each other to climb up the hill the fastest, and trick other people. Kaeya remembers how Diluc used to be so much more energetic, how he himself used to be quieter, and how Y/N was a perfect balance in between.

They would fashion wooden swords and smack each other until they were all sore. Kaeya recalls Diluc's first attempt to brew his own drink, and how he and Y/N got sick from it.

When he was a kid.

For a moment, a genuine smile breaks out on his face.

"So you do remember me, Kaeya," a voice drawls.

Kaeya snaps out of his reverie and studies Y/N again. Purple leather jacket, Electro vision, exotic polearm strapped to her back. He wouldn't have ever thought Y/N would own any of these things eight years ago.

Eight years ago. It's really been a while.

No, Kaeya. On your guard, always.

"Maybe," he smirks. "It's difficult to remember, really. You have to admit, you're an easily forgettable person."

Y/N gasps in mock offense.

Kaeya looks down at the bouquet of Calla Lilies clutched in his left hand. "Why don't I find this a home, and then we go out for drinks? I'm sure we have a lot to catch up on, and you've never lived if you haven't drank at Angel's Share."

Y/N laughs, a clear ringing sound that stirs up butterflies in Kaeya's stomach. "Sure, I'll meet you in fifteen minutes."

Kaeya walks away casually, trying his hardest not to sprint all the way to his house.

Y/N is already sitting at a table by the time he walks in. Kaeya nods toward her and makes his usual order of wine. Tonight, Diluc is working the bar, giving Charles some time off. Kaeya can't help but feel the timing is a bit convenient.

Diluc mutters something under his breath as he passes Kaeya's first glass of wine across the counter. Then he places another glass, more gently, beside Kaeya's wine.

"This is Y/N's. Don't get too drunk in front of her, if you can manage that."

Kaeya chuckles and flashes a coy grin at the red-haired man behind the counter. "And when have I ever disappointed you?"

"Every single time I see you," Diluc grumbles quietly.

Kaeya chooses to ignore Diluc's words and takes both glasses in his hands, making his way towards the table that Y/N sits at.

"Hello, beautiful," Kaeya winks.

Unlike the typical girl, Y/N does not blush and flutter her eyelashes. She slaps Kaeya on the arm instead.

"Ouch." Kaeya cringes away from her hands. Who knew Y/N could slap so hard as to hurt him?

"I bet you're faking it, " Y/N scoffs. "The great Calvary Captain Kaeya would never fall to a measly slap."

Well, maybe. It did sting a bit though.

He downs his glass in one, throwing his head back and tilting the glass. Y/N looks on in amusement, elegantly sipping her own drink.

"So, Y/N, what brings you back to Mondstadt?" Kaeya asks. She really did have a glow-up, he thinks.

"Well, I graduated from the Akademiya as a Ley Line researcher sorta," Y/N muses. "It's more of field work, really, traveling to different nations and observing and clearing out Ley Lines to extract data. The Akademiya knows I'm from Mondstadt, do they stationed me here to observe the Ley Lines in Mondstadt."

"Sounds fascinating," Kaeya says easily. "How long?"

"Until they recall me," Y/N answers.

Kaeya taps the side of the wine glass slowly. "So you're going to be here a while."

"In theory, yes."

Kaeya doesn't know if that's a good thing or bad thing. Anyone would say it's a good thing, reuniting with an old friend. But he would say that too many things have changed for them to remain the same as they were before.

"Your turn, Kaeya," Y/N says, emptying the wine into her mouth. "What happened between you and Diluc when I was gone?"

Shoot. Kaeya forgot how good at reading people Y/N is. Even more so now, probably, having been trained at the legendary Akademiya.

"It's a long story," Kaeya says. He flashes his trademark smirk in hopes of throwing her off. "How's the wine?"

Y/N glares at him but answers the question. "Refreshingly sweet, although a bit too sweet for my taste. Do you want another?"

"How dare you insult the finest wine in all of Teyvat," Kaeya drawls. "I'll take another Death After Noon, please."

Y/N throws him another glare and gets up to order more drinks. Kaeya grins, watching her go over to the bar counter and greet Diluc, who surprisingly gives her a small smile. He murmurs something to her, and she chuckles, and that sort of nonsense goes on.

Kaeya really isn't sure how to feel about Y/N coming back. Sure, he's happy to have a friend back, but he's changed. They've all changed. He has secrets of his own, and so does Diluc. Those secrets are pretty keen to stay locked up.

It'd be nice to have a friend though.

A genuine friend.

No, he has plenty of friends. And still, Y/N could be a threat to Mondstadt. Kaeya can tell that she's changed too, although for the better or worse, he can't say.

Shoot, maybe she's noticed him staring. See, this is why Kaeya is against spacing out.

Y/N sits down at their table and passes another glass of Death After Noon to him. "So, when did you like drinking so much? I just wanna make sure that you're not a drunkard."

"Eh, well, " Kaeya chuckles ruefully, "I do like to drink quite a bit, but I have exceptionally high tolerance. " He smiles at Y/N expectedly.

"You probably drink every night, don't you?" Y/N groans.

"Not at all, not at all," Kaeya lies.

"You liar," Y/N grumbles.

The conversation continues like this. Kaeya finds that he quite enjoys bickering back and forth like this, with someone who sees him as Kaeya. Not the Calvary Captain, not a potential grandson-in-law, just Kaeya.

And quite frankly, he enjoys Y/N's company. She's a bit like Diluc, with that sarcastic tongue and grudging exterior, but a bit like himself, reading how people react and adjusting to make them feel comfortable. Kaeya really does like someone complicated that challenges him, someone who isn't afraid to hit back, but doesn't push too hard.

----->

After a third cup, fourth, fifth, maybe ninth, Kaeya feels a bit lightheaded. Did Diluc make the wine stronger today? Usually he makes it to the thirteenth cup. It's good that the tavern is emptying out. Wait, where was Y/N?

"Y/NNNN," he slurs. "Did you know that Diluc has flower boxers? He got it as a gift from Don-"

"Snap out of it, Kaeya," someone says.

"He's really drunk this time," another voice growls. "When he wakes up tomorrow I will beat him so bad he'll forget about his hangover."

"Calm down, Diluc," that other voice says. "I'll lug him home- wait, I don't know where he lives."

"I've got it," the other person replies. "You don't need to see how messy his home life is. Besides, I'd appreciate it if you helped me out with that bard over there. Goes by the name Venti. Usually doesn't mind sleeping at the tables outside."

"Are you... talking about me?!" someone else exclaims. "Oh, how I lwuveee wine..."

A nod, then shuffling and protests of being dragged outside. Then a shut of a door, and silence.

"You really have a backbone, getting drunk in front of Y/N. Way to make a first impression."

"I don't want her to have an impression," Kaeya mumbles. " I wanna sleep-"

"Alright, alright, I get it! You're lucky she paid for you. Otherwise I would've..." Diluc mutters on about how he would've subjected Kaeya to labor in the winery.

Everything's a bit foggy. Kaeya can't remember how much he drank, but that wine sure was good. He giggles at the thought.

Diluc puts an arm around Kaeya and forces him to stand straight, then grips his arm and leads him out the door.

The air is fresher at night, when there's no one but the twinkling stars of Teyvat. Archons, did he really just think up such a poetic thought? He must be really drunk.

He remembers Y/N's warm eyes. They were sorta like stars.

He stumbles as Diluc turns a corner to Kaeya's house. Kaeya really did enjoy talking with Y/N. Maybe it's not such a bad thing that she's here.

Thirty minutes of grumbling and shoving ensue. By the end of it, Kaeya is dressed in fresh clothes and swaddled up in blankets.

"I'm a lamb," he giggles. "A blue lamb in white blankets."

Diluc groans and slams a door shut.

Kaeya's alone in his house.

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[Edit 8-31-24] Part 3 is here!!

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[bluesylveon2]

Hello!! May I request 6. I Won't Say I'm in Love from Hercules with Malleus? I'm quite the malleus connoisseur !! ❤️😭 Thank you!!! <333

Hi!!! Idk why but this one was hard for me to write 😅. I tried to keep the song in mind while writing it. It ended up being less of "I Won't Say I'm in Love" and more of "I didn't know I was in love. ft Lilia" I hope that this fits since you are a Malleus connoisseur!

Note: Malleus is oblivious to love. Small Spongebob, Ice Age, and Frozen reference

Word Count: 844

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters

"Lilia-"

"Ahem," Lilia, wearing his long lab coat, cleared his throat from his spot on the couch.

Malleus sighed as he lay on his bed with his hands on his stomach. His mind was jumbled with thoughts about the Prefect. Lately, she has been stuck in his mind, and Malleus had to consult Lilia for his wisdom, but was Lilia rearranging his own room into a doctor's clinic necessary? "Doctor Lilia." 

"Much better. Now what are you here for?" Lilia smiled and returned to writing his shopping list on his clipboard. Malleus did not need to know that.

"It's about the Prefect."

Lilia nodded and jotted more items down. "What conditions are you experiencing right now?"

"That I want to be next to her right now."

Lilia hummed in thought. He waved his hand, and some mist appeared. Inside the mist was a Yuu smiling at Malleus, "How would you feel when you see Yuu?"

Malleus sighed for the nth time that day, "Well, I would feel happy like when I get ice cream, excited because I am spending time with her because I could tell her more gargoyle facts, my chest gets this feeling when I see her, I can trust her with Gao-Gao Drakon-kun…."

Hours had passed, and the sun was beginning to set when Malleus was still rambling and didn't look like he was going to stop. 

Meanwhile, Lilia had already dispersed the mist and focused on other important matters.  

I can scare Sebek and Silver if I draw a ghost on the other side of this shopping list, put it on a fishing rod, and hang it in front of their faces. Khee hee hee, those boys will be in for a treat.

"And she occupies my thoughts day and night! Thinking about her now makes me want to praise her for everything, almost like Rook."

"What would you do if someone? Let's use Leona, had the same feelings you felt for her now?" Malleus frowned. If looks could kill, then the roof would have a big hole going through it. The sound of thunder could be heard nearby. Lilia held up a hand and shook his head. He already knew his answer. "Malleus, I know what you're experiencing, but first, let me give you a hint so you can figure it out."

Malleus sat up and crossed his arms. "Aren't you supposed to be the one to diagnose me?"

"Hush, who is the doctor here? Now, it starts with an L.."

Malleus' eyes widen in shock, "Leprosy!"

Lilia chuckled, "No, no! Not that. It's four letters and ends with an e."

"Starts with an l. It is four letters and ends with an e," Malleus whispered to himself. His chin rested on his fist while his face was deep in thought. There was only one word that came to mind. 

"Lice?"

Lilia could not hold back his laugh. In fact, he could not stop laughing (he even threw his head back and slapped his knee) for a whole ten minutes. 

"Are you done?" Malleus asked with a frown on his face. 

"Ha ha…phew…I have not laughed like that in so long! Yes, Malleus. I am now. What you're experiencing is love."

Malleus' mouth opened up in a small o, "Love…can you explain it, Lilia." 

"Love is both a physical and emotional feeling. It can turn your cheeks red and give you butterflies in your stomach. Not literal ones, of course, but it feels like it. Love is also putting one's needs before your own." 

"I see…" Malleus trailed off, deep in thought. 

Lilia chuckled, "What do you think love is?"

"Whenever I think or see the Child of Man, I feel happy. I felt the butterflies after she gave me a ticket to the VDC. She is also one of the few people who was not scared of me after knowing my identity. She even has similar interests to me. If she asked me to get her a rose from Briar Valley, I would do it. If she wanted me to follow her to the end of the universe for her, then I would; she is the Earth and Heaven to me. Had she gotten injured by Schoenheit’s overblot, I would have been devastated…. " Malleus looked up at Lilia, the realization set in his face, "Love is Yuu. I love Yuu."

Lilia smirked, "Took you long enough to realize it. You always have a lovestruck face when you see her. I'm surprised that you never concealed it." 

Malleus ignored Lilia and shot straight out of his bed with a determined look, "I need to go."

"Where are you going?"

"I need to tell Yuu I love her! Thank you for helping me, Lilia!" Malleus disappeared, leaving a small trail of light where he once stood. 

Lilia stood up and brushed off the imaginary dust off his coat, "Kids these days," he chuckled and grabbed his clipboard, "Now let me do my shopping at Sam's. I hope he has a fishing rod in stock, khee hee hee." 

400 event is still open!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[goodstories08]

One Too Many

Tyler Galpin X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: You were an angle, No literally! Not joking, your parents were both angels and so we’re you. Didn’t have many perks besides wings and a few magical abilities, but It did get you sent to Nevermore. Tyler was a normie or so he never understood much about what you were, all he new was that he liked you, and that he wanted to go too a party.

!!Warnings!! Mentions of Sexual Assault, Drinking, Blood, ⚠️Spoilers⚠️

“Ohhh what’s up with Tyler,” Enid eagerly piped up as you stare into the coffee shop across the street. Tyler smiling at customers and making coffee. “I want to go,” Wednesday mumbled earning a nudge from Enid. “Why Wednesday? I wanna know what’s happening,” Enid whined. The buss back to Nevermore pulled up, Yoko waved bye before steeping through the doors. Wednesday followed but was stopped by Enid. “You know something Wednesday, I can tell when you do. Spill.” Enid’s claws came out to try and be threatening but Wednesday didn’t look fazed at all.

“Fine, while I was having an insufferable conversation with… Tyler,” Your interest was now spiked, her foot was tapping against the floor anxiously, “He gave me his number on my coffee cup, he asked if I could give it to you.”

Your wings widened causing a few normies to stare but you didn’t care, “What!????” Enid was also surprised she nudged Wednesday once more, “Do that again and I will hurt you.” She paused for a few seconds allowing you to cut in. “When the hell did he give you that Wednesday!?” She let out a breath of air, “Wednesday!?” She quickly turned and ran to the buss leaving You there. “Sry got to go, good luck Y/n,” Enid said before following Wednesday.

The buss left shortly after, your wings were fully out causing almost everyone around you to stare. You hit the trash can by flapping your wings. “The fuck,” you whispered before walking toward the coffee shop, you remembered to tuck your wings in before slipping inside. The sound of calm music played in the background of people talking and laughing together. You looked to Tyler who’s head was down as he wiped counters, “Hey stranger.”

His looked up from what he was doing, a bright smile on his face. “Hey, Didn’t know I’d be seeing you today, The usual?” I smiled but shook my head, “I came to talk.”

“Oh that can’t be good,” he said in a sarcastic voice. “Why did you not just give me your number, why did you send Wednesday to give it to me?” His cheeks flushed red as he poured your cup of coffee, “This one’s on me, and this time I’m giving you my number.” You picked up the cup to see his messily written number. “I’ll be sure to call,” you looked outside to see the buss was gone, “Shit!” Tyler tried to follow where you were looking, causing him to get close, “What?”

You turned and now your own cheeks turned red, “O-oh my bus just left.” He grinned and took his apron off, “Good thing my shift just ended, come one I’ll drive you.” Tyler grabbed your hand and led you to his car. You felt butterflies in your stomach, as you reached the car he quickly ran to open your door, “Wow, what a gentleman.”

The ride was short but it felt like it would never end, it was so awkward since the both of you didn’t really know what to say. As the car pulled up to the gates of Nevermore you went to open the door but Tyler grabbed your hand, you turned to him and he looked down before leaning in. His slightly chapped lips moved synch with yours, his hands caressed your cheek before you pulled back, out of breath. His hand still held you close, his breath hovered over your face causing your face to heat up.

“Heh, Thanks for this, and you know the coffee,” He giggled a bit before unlocking the car. “Oh and Y/n,” He called, catching your attention, “My friend was throwing a party, I kinda need a guest, you wana come?” You smile and nod, “Text the details, I’ll see you then.” You closed the car door and expanded your wings, with a few flaps you were already in the air and on your way back to your dorm.

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The evening breeze felt comforting as it blew trough your wings, you technically weren’t supposed to be out right now but that was the one thing good about being able to fly. As you spotted Tyler’s car at the gate you began to descend. He watched you in awe as you landed in his arms, “Wow, your just… Wow.” His smile was contagious cause you were not smirking as well, you pulled him down by the collar and kissed him gently. “Come on we got a party to catch,” you say before getting in the car.

As the car drove through the suburbs you felt weird, not bad weird, but a new feeling. “I’ve never been to a normal house party, only seen them in the movies,” you say as the car pulled up to the loud and crowded house. “Don’t worry, they’ll love you.” He gave you a kiss before walking you inside.

The music was so loud you couldn’t even hear yourself talk and there were so many people that you could barely walk without hitting someone, it was amazing. “Hey Tyler,” Called a tall brunette guy, “And who is this?”

“My… Boyfriend Y/n,” you smiled at Tyler’s words, you were officially together. The tall guy seemed like he wanted to say something but decided not to. “Cool I’m Bradly, let party!”

The night was amazing, you made normie friends who may have not known what you were but that didn’t matter. You felt like a normal teen for once, and it was a great feeling. Currently you were playing a weird game called cup pong and somehow winning. Tyler was on the other team, since he bet he could beat you and you knew he wouldn’t.

You scored once more, Tyler drank the cup and stepped out to puke. Don’t judge, there was a lot of drinking. As your reached for another drink, Bradly took it out of your hand, giving you another one, but this one was different. As you drunk it you felt dizzy and fell into his open arms, “Come here, I won’t bite.” He dragged you up the stairs, you tried to fight it but you could barley hold your eyes open. He flung the door open and threw you on the bed. He pinned over you while unbuttoning his shirt.

“P-please stop,” you whispered but he ignored it while kissing your neck. Suddenly you heard the floorboards of the room creak, you opened your eyes and there was a large monster behind Bradly, it threw him against the wall and brutally mutilated him. “Wha- Wha,” You couldn’t speak as you felt yourself drift off more. The monster picked you up and ran.

After a while you finally opened your eyes, you lay in the middle of the forest, a naked Tyler laying over you covered in blood. “Tyler, Tyler wake up please,” you cried, his eyes slowly opening. He quickly got off you and tears formed in his eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to did I hurt you.” You quickly leaped onto him and held him close, “Shhh, What ever this is, we’ll get through it together. I love you.” He pulled you down to kiss you, “Love you too.” You felt a cold breeze send a chill down your spine, “Now, let me fly you back to my room. I might be able to steal some close from my roommate.”

! I’m debating weather or not to turn this into a Wattpad book, so comment if I should I guess😅!

[lillylvjy]

Butterfly (fly away)

A/n/// hi so this is a small angst blurb I literally wrote 10 mins ago! So enjoy and please read the warnings! Also this can be looked at as a villain au or just like an au of anything really!

Warnings// main character death, crying, hitting, blood mentioned once, reader has a kid with Wilbur but gender isn’t specified, please tell me if I missed anything!

Edited: not really.

“Oh- thank god! What took you guys so long?! Where’s Wil?” You asked, getting up from the dining room with a relieved smile on your face. But once everyone was through the door, monotone and deep, long expression painted their face, you knew something was up. “Hmm? Where is he?!”

“Y/n-“ Tom choked on his words before he could get the rest out. You looked over at James and finally saw it. All the blood.

“That’s- That’s someone else’s blood! Right? Now- please guys! Where’s my husband?” You ask again, placing your hands on your hips and smiling at them with furrowed eyebrows.

“Wilbur- Y/n you have to understand the situation-“

“No. No no no. He’s not gone. It’s Wilbur! He’s fine. He’s always fine. Where is he? Where is Wilbur?” You asked, raising your voice as you hold back tears, looking around the room, hoping for someone to answer.

As you looked around the room, you made eye contact with Tommy, who was also holding back tears, you saw him shake his head as his bottom lip wobbled.

That’s when you knew.

That’s when you knew your husband was dead.

“N-No. No! God no- please!” You cried as you held onto the counter you were leaning on, keeping yourself from collapsing on the floor. You kept wailing, begging that someone or something up there would give you a sign that he was alive and well and this was just a sick fucking joke. You watched the front door as you cried, waiting for him to come in through those doors, looking at you with the smile of his and arms open wide for you.

But after a couple minutes nothing happened.

No one came.

Wilbur didn’t come.

“Y/n, sit down please-“ James started to grab your arms to move you but you quickly got out of his grasp and turned towards him.

“No! Don’t touch me! You were supposed to protect him. You promise, goddamnit! All of you did! You were supposed to stop him. You were supposed to pull him back and tell him I couldn’t lose him. That I need him-“ You yelled and cried at James, slamming your fist into his chest with little effort. James quickly grabbed your hands and placed his hand on the back of your head, bringing it to rest on his chest as you sobbed and screamed.

A couple second later, you felt arms wrap around your waist and a head drop onto yours. Looking at the culprit with a blurry vision you could make out that it was Tom. He was crying as well. You leant into James once more and held Toms hands that were interlaces around your stomach.

You couldn’t be possibly able to live life without him. He was your rock. Your anchor. Your husband.

Your everything.

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“Ok, come along dear! You have the flowers?” You asked the small girl next to you.

“Mhm! I picked them out just for dada!” Your daughter giggled and took your hand in hers.

“Good job, Willow! Alright- ready to see dad?” You asked the small girl with a smirk.

“Yay!” Willow shouted and pulled you along with her. As you walked to the tree that was on top of a hill behind your house, you quickly take a moment to appreciate the scenery in front of you. The tree has beautiful flowers decorating it, top to bottom. The slight wind making the tree dance freely.

“Ok remember what I told you, ok?” You carefully let her hand go as she took off towards the tree. Willow slowed down as she got closer to the tree, walking to the side and gently laying it fine in front of it.

“Hi daddy!” The little girl said as she plopped down in front of the tree and looked back at you as a way to say “hurry up!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Hey Wil.” You said as you sat down next to Willow, looking up at the words carved into the tree.

In loving memory,

William Gold.

“Wanna tell him about your week or want me to tell you another story?” You asked the girl as she looked up at the tree, as if it was speaking to her. She quickly giggled and said, “story first, then tell him about my week!”

You looked up at where she was staring at to see a cat. A grey one to be exact- but. It looked quite nice. And it was just looking at you both, its tail slowly moving side to side like it was waiting for you to do something.

Just like Wilbur would.

You smiled up at the cat as it licked its mouth and stayed seated. “Ok darling. Come here!” You patted your lap for her to sit in. She quickly scurried to sit in your lap, playing with your hands as you settled in. “What do you want to know now?”

“Hmm how did you guys meet?!” Willow asked with a confused look on her face, not remembering if you told her or not.

“Ahh, are you sure you’re big enough for this?” You joked as you tickled her sides, her giggles spreading through the fields.

“Yes! Yes mama! Pleaseeee!” Willow begged as she jumped up and down in excitement in your lap .

You laughed as you nodded and looked up at the tree.

“Ok- so it all started in a simple little coffee shop-“

[foreveryoursvincent]

I want

To learn everything about you

What made you the beautiful woman I fell in love with.

To know all of your dreams and aspirations

What you’ve imagined life would be like since you were young.

What did you as a little girl daydream of?

So I can make all of those dreams come true.

The smallest things that irritate you, and those that bring you joy.

To know The things I can do to bring you butterflies, never ending until we take our last breaths together.

I want to wake up and fall asleep next to that face that I just can’t get enough of.

Staring into those eyes, the eyes that we can’t quite name the colour of, the eyes that look at me with admiration, full of love; few of many reasons that make me love them all the more.

I want to make you tea when your stomach hurts, I want to make you tea just because.

I want to carry any burden you have

I want to sit and listen to you tell me about every problem you ever have.

I want to be your solution.

I want to grow old with you, until our children tell us we’re expired.

I want to watch every sunset, and every sunrise with you forever.

I want to autistically dump all my passions and interests on you; just as I want you to do me.

I want to get lost with you.

Lost in your eyes as we share an intimate moment in bed at the end of a long day.

Lost in a book, curled up on a rainy day with you.

Lost on a long drive to who-knows-where.

Lost staring out at the ocean as lil peep or kings of Leon plays gentle in the background.

Lost sharing the same magical kiss in every continent of the world.

Lost in good conversation.

An intimacy that makes me feel like the whole world has gone quiet. Just you and I remain.

I want to spin you around and enjoy our main character moments from now until ninety-nine.

I want to laugh at each other’s dumb jokes until our stomachs hurt.

I want to say this is us to everything that comes in a pair because that literally even is us.

And I will literally even care for as long as I live.

I want to silence all of your insecurities.

And give you endless reassurance any time you need.

I want to cook together, clean together, and make love like we’ve never felt before.

And celebrate every achievement together.

I want to learn everything that makes you feel good, sexually and otherwise I want to please you in every way humanly possible.

I want to memorize every curve on your perfect body so I could draw you from memory.

I want to make mundane tasks feel electric, full of romance because of the love in the air.

I want to teach our kids what love is, leading by example; Seeing how much we love each other, long after we’re old and grey.

I want one hundred dogs, and one hundred cats, one hundred hedgehogs and a hundred more.

I want to give you the peace you give me.

I want to make you feel loved like you never have before.

I want you.

ever yours

yours forever

J

[ticklystuff]

Surrender is a Valid Option

A/N: Part 1 of my @squealing-santa gift for @ticklefits! Thank you to @hypahticklish for organizing the event! You can read part 2 here

Pairings used:

zhongli / childe*

xiao / aether

Prompts used:

i am literally always a sucker for wrestling / sparring turning into a tickle fight thanks 🙏🏾]

ler insisting that the lee isn’t ticklish at all and the lee has to prove to the ler that they very much are eheheh

I saw multiple prompts and pairings that I enjoyed and couldn’t pick just one! Although the stories take place in the same setting, I wouldn’t consider either a prequel/sequel to the other. I also tried to give enough context to each one, so that both could be read without having to read the other. Also, sorry, these aren’t Christmas themed lol

They’re a bit lengthy, but I really enjoyed writing these! Also, I hope your holidays are nice and cozy @ticklefits :D

Word Count: ~2.2k

Characters: lee!childe, ler!zhongli

Summary: Childe learns not to underestimate Zhongli when it comes to sparring

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There was nothing in the world that could contain the pooling excitement in his stomach, the butterflies beginning to spread their wings as Childe watched Zhongli slip off his coat, before picking up the sparring staff and taking his place on the other side of the field to face his opponent. Childe licked his lips, tightening the grip around his own sparring weapon. Today, he'd finally have his long awaited match with none other than Zhongli.

"You better not go easy on me!" Childe cried out from his side. This was the one and only time that Zhongli accepted his invitation to spar. He wanted to experience what the former geo archon was truly capable of.

"Recall that this is just a sparring match," Zhongli reminded him, unfazed by Childe's overzealousness. "I will stop should I decide the match is over."

"Should you?!" Childe sneered almost cockily. "We'll see who makes that call!"

Childe eyed the older man, waiting for him to make the first move, the thumping of his heartbeat growing in his ears with each passing second. When it was clear Zhongli had no intent of going on the offensive, Childe got into position, closing his eyes and allowing his steady breathing to clear his mind, before taking his first step forward. He glided through the field, the sounds of his boots hitting the grass barely audible, his eyes locking onto the target in front of him as the grin on his grew ever wider.

The first clang of wood could be heard throughout the temporary arena, followed by the sounds of repeated parries. The end of Childe's staff swung through the air effortlessly, though Zhongli's own was always there to match him, meticulously blocking each blow. Blood rushed to his arms with each passing moment as Childe's movements grew more swift, determined to break through Zhongli's defenses. With each step forward, Zhongli would take one step back, but Childe denied him the chance to breathe, each swing pressuring Zhongli with repeated chips to his resistance.

Soon enough, Childe's persistence paid off. The last blow was blocked just like the others, but this parry was different. The wooden staff trembled in Zhongli's hand and Childe managed to catch a brief glimpse of his faltered expression that eclipsed the normally calm demeanor. It was just a slight crack, but it was the only opening Childe needed. His eyes sparkled intensely as he spearheaded all of his energy into this final swing with every intent of finally disarming Zhongli-

Except, that moment never came, as Zhongli made the seemingly hasty decision to leap back, rather than parry, creating much needed distance between the two and the wide grin that Childe had donned the whole match was suddenly wiped off his face as his staff made contact with air. For a moment, Childe stared at the empty space in front of him where Zhongli should have been, perplexed at how someone his age possessed such an extreme level of agility, before turning to where Zhongli actually stood and gave him a playful smirk. "Heh, I almost gotcha there," he panted, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. Despite the short match, his muscles ached from the large expense of energy that he had to burn, but the thrill of the fight kept him going. Zhongli sure did not disappoint.

"Whoo! C'mon, Childe!"

Childe took a moment to turn to the small audience of Aether and Xiao, happy to see that the other half of their little team seemed to be just as engaged in the fight as he was. Maybe they could learn a thing or two from him. He flashed the two spectators a cheeky wink, giggling to himself when Xiao responded with a blatant eyeroll.

Had his attention been on his current opponent rather than interacting with the other two, the redhead might have caught the other man charging at him in time, only reacting once Zhongli was practically in his face. He fumbled with the staff in his hand, straining his arms to just barely parry the blow from Zhongli, but the lack of mustered strength allowed Zhongli to knock the staff straight out of Childe's hands and into the air, landing several feet from the two. With no way to properly defend himself, Childe hurriedly took a step back, but it was for naught, as Zhongli swept his foot against the floor, catching Childe's ankle in the process and knocking him off his feet, hitting the floor with a strangled gasp. In the blink of an eye, Zhongli was soon atop of him, staring down at Childe with a small smile. He put one hand on Childe's chest, continuing to look him in the eye as he spoke, a quaint sense of victory in his tone. 

"The match is over."

Childe looked up at the man on top of him, only blinking in response as he attempted to process the last twenty seconds. In his daze, he could hear the faint sound of Aether's voice crying out in the background, though his brain had short-circuited at this point, unable to take in anything at this point. "I- What just-" was all that came out of his mouth, an incoherent mess of words that mirrored his jumbled thoughts.

A genuine look of concern flashed across Zhongli's face. He set down the wooden staff still in his hand and cupped Childe's chin. "Ah, you're not injured are you? Did you hit your head too hard?"

It frustrated him how sincere the older man sounded. He should be the one asking if Zhongli is okay right now, not the other way around. "Y-You cheated!" he finally cried out, the sense of denial taking over.

Zhongli raised an eyebrow and folded his arms in response. "Cheated? How so?"

"Aether, he-! I was distracted! This isn't fair!"

"Ajax, that's hardly my fault," Zhongli chuckled amusedly. "After all, 'cheating' is not something that exists in combat. There is only victory or defeat."

"No, I haven't lost yet," Childe argued with him. He refused to accept the results, unwilling to let a fight with the geo archon himself end like this. "C'mon, get up. We'll start over!"

Zhongli shook his head. "Knowing your limits is a crucial part of being a warrior. Sometimes, surrendering-"

"I'm not surrendering."

Childe smirked at the exasperated sigh that slipped past Zhongli's mouth. He watched as the older man closed his eyes and nodded, beginning to slip off his gloves before speaking again. "Very well. We can continue our match."

His eyes lit up once more, feeling giddier by the second as the sense of battle rushed through Childe's veins. He began to sit up, fully expecting Zhongli to dislodge himself, but his expectations were quickly subverted when two unexpected jabs to his sides made him jolt in place. A choked breath of air passed his lips at the sudden sensation and by the time his brain registered what was going on, the two hands were already back at his sides, forcing out strained laughter from the redhead as they dug in relentlessly.

"Wait- Wahahahait! Zhonglihihihi!" Childe cried out frantically as he tried to push the invasive hands away. "Whahahat're youhuhu dohohoing?!"

"Tickling you, am I not?" His voice remained unchanged as his fingers squeezed through the thin red shirt, almost as if making Childe squeal was part of his daily routine.

"Nohohoho! Ahahaha! Why- aAH!!" There was barely any time for Childe to think before Zhongli had grabbed both wrists in his hands, pushing them back over his head and forcing Childe back to the ground, using one hand to keep both of Childe's pinned. "H-Hey, c'mon, I don't understahahand," he giggled nervously, his face growing red as Zhongli looked down at him with his usual stern expression. His arms strained under Zhongli's hold, but they failed to budge, adding to the helpless feeling that was almost foreign to Childe.

"Besting one's opponent doesn't always require combat," Zhongli said, rolling the fingers of his free hand along Childe's waist to draw out a shriek. "There are many methods to success that a warrior should utilize for the appropriate situation. You opted not to surrender when I defeated you in combat, so I have to resort to other methods."

A strangled whine flew past his lips as the realization of Zhongli's intent dawned on him. He kicked his legs and squirmed even harder now, desperate to escape, but Zhongli held him tight, allowing his fingers to slip under the thin red shirt, tickling away at Childe's bare skin. The tickling wasn't that intense to begin with, especially with just one hand now, but the thought of possibly having to surrender like this was worse than the tickling itself.

"C'mohohohon! Fight mehehEHEHEhehe!" Childe pleaded again and again, his warrior pride unallowing him to be bested by something so silly. This wasn't the first time Zhongli has tickled him, nor would it be the last as it was common past time between the two, most notably during the times they shared a tent, but why did it have to be now of all times? "Ahahahehehaha! Not fahahahir!"

"As I mentioned before, there is nothing but victory or defeat," Zhongli lectured over his laughter, slowly traversing his hand up Childe's chest. His fingers lodged themselves under the harness wrapped around Childe's shirt and Zhongli smirked as he made the most of his inability to move his hand by wiggling his fingers under the strip, fully concentrating the tickling in the trapped area to really make Childe squirm. "Surrender now, or we will just have to continue."

"NEHEVEHEHER!" The mere mention of surrendering really chipped at Childe's resistance and his laughter reached a pitch he never thought he could reach. At this point, his face was beet red and he was unable to discern if it was from the tickling, his embarrassment, or frustration, perhaps all three. "Very well. Accepting defeat with grace is not something that comes easily." Zhongli shook his head almost disappointedly, before proceeding to undo the harness around Childe's chest.

"Wait, no-! NohohOHOHO!" Childe's body shook frantically in response to the renewed tickling, barely unable to control himself. Without the harness in place, his shirt had come undone, allowing Zhongli to fully take advantage, his free hand speeding over the bare skin, a stark contrast to the slower methodical tickling from before. He left no area untouched as he jabbed at his stomach, tweaked Childe's ribs, scribbled along his underarms, and everything else in between. No amount of swaying or kicking could throw Zhongli off of him.

"ZHONGLIHIHI! PLEHEHEHAHASE!"

"You know what to do," Zhongli hummed nonchalantly, using his hand to rapidly fire away at the toned abs in front of him as if they were buttons waiting to be pressed.

"Okayokayokay, I gihIHIHIVE! AHAHAHA!" he squealed, barely able to hear Zhongli's voice over his own laughter. At this point, his body had stopped moving due to lack of energy, save for the occasional twitch of his limbs. Childe's fingers dug into the palms of his own hands, hoping for anything to distract himself from the overwhelming sensations.

"That wasn't quite the word I was looking for," Zhongli told him almost teasingly, clearly amused by the way Childe was struggling.

"I SURRENDAHAHAR! PLEHEHEHASE!" 

It was a blow to his ego that took all of his willpower to say, but at this point, Childe wasn't sure he cared. Zhongli had released his arms, but never actually stopped tickling, using both hands to lightly dribble his fingers along his skin, just light enough to elicit the occasional snort or giggly hiccup.

"Stahahap! You sahahaid you'd stohohop!" Childe giggled uselessly, beginning to sit up to push himself away from Zhongli's persistent hands. The sound of footsteps against the fresh grass prompted the two to stop and Childe looked up, eyes widening when he noticed Aether and Xiao standing over them, having forgotten that they most likely were watching the "match" the whole time.

"Tickling?" Aether scoffed, shaking his head disappointedly. "A Fatui Harbinger lost to tickling of all things?"

Childe looked away, feeling the blush from before creeping back up. "Why does it matter to you?" he huffed with exasperation, digging his fingertips into the grass.

"Xiao and I placed bets on who would win and I was rooting for you," Aether sighed. "Guess I owe him some almond tofu now."

"No need to shame him for it," Zhongli said to the group. "I'm sure we're all similar in some way." As if to prove his point, he gave both Aether and Xiao quick pokes to their sides, Aether giggling in response, while Xiao’s eyes just went wide.

"Well, at least we know the best way to deal with Childe now," Aether teased the redhead, but that smile was soon wiped off his face when Childe immediately stood up, making a beeline for the blond, grabbing him by the waist before he could escape.

"Maybe I can't beat Zhongli now," Childe started as Aether howled in his grip, allowing his hands to freely tickle the exposed stomach, "but I can certainly prepare for a rematch by practicing everything I've learned from him. Hm, what do you say, comrade?"

[wildemaven]

Do you have any comfort fics with a Pedro boy?

Gosh! I have so many comfort fics. But I’ll give you a few.

And since my heart belongs to Javier Peña, I’ll do those. (If you want different characters let me know)

Worth The Wait - @kteague

I don’t even know how many times over read this one at this point. It just makes me feel all the things. Especially in the first chapter when they’re both kind of toying with that line of friends or lovers— i get butterflies in my stomach every time!

When Javier Met @jedifarmerr

I’ve read through this one a handful of times. I loved how these two slowly built a relationship together. Their feelings kind of coming out of nowhere too which was my favorite. There was a kiss of angst that had me near tears for the reader, thankfully Javi fixed things.

Curriculum Vitae @tiffdawg

I think this was one of the first Javi series I read and I immediately fell in love with it read it regularly. It’s such a good slow burn. Their dynamic was great from friends to lovers, their connection is everything!! I keep hoping for a chance there’s moreX but even as it is it’s perfect!

Forgotten Familiarity Remembrance @aerynwrites

I read this when I want to hurt 😅 This series wrecked me!! Like literal ache in my chest at times!! The way reader is mourning Javi yet he’s still alive just has zero recollection of his life with her— 😭😭 Like I felt that pain of her trying to keep it together and help him, and then also accepting this is her fate.

Ok. That a few comfort fics. Reminds me, I should probably do a re-read of these soon!

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