#y/nreader

[lainekyuu]

~Lost~ Optimus Prime x (platonic) human child reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summary: Reader was un aware of her mother abandoned her and decided to take a walk around the city but eventually got lost. Reader then stumble upon a Truck who is patrolling the area not knowing its a robot.

Warning: Child being abandoned

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Optimus have been thinking for the past few minutes if he could take the child or not, but knowing that she was abandoned and people these days have no care for a little girl who has been abandoned. He finally Decided to take her in, maybe Cade could have her as another daughter seeing Tessa was now in College. Optimus transform in to his Alt form.

"y/n get on, we will have a long ride to go" Optimus said with a gentle voice. "Okay.." reader didn't answer him with her usually high pitch voice as she was getting tired, She then climb the stand carefully so she wouldn't fall. After a few minutes of struggling to climb the stand she finally sits on the driver's seat, and as for her bunny bag she didn't put it in the other seat but cuddle with it her best friend. Optimus had close the door of the truck and said.

"y/n if you're tired go on sleep I'll have someone to carry you when we arrive." Optimus said but not knowing reader already fall asleep the time she cuddle her bunny bag. Optimus just sigh and finally drove back to the base where his fellow comrades are staying.

Optimus could have just leave the child alone but seeing a child on the street alone in a cold weather, she could have died of starvation or worse... Not to mention the child was too young to be alone maybe about 5 to 6 he was lucky the child was not very loud or annoying but still irritates him on why he brought her. Optimus was not interested on getting a Sparkmate let alone raising a child who is a human, that's non of his concern now as he will ask cade to take care of her simple as that because she was human and he probably miss his own daughter.

When Optimus arrived, everyone was already asleep except for cade who is above the roof again waiting for the radio signal to contact his daughter. Optimus drove near cade and carefully speak to not wake up the child sleeping inside his Alt mode.

"Cade...I have a request for you.." Optimus said and cade raise a brow to let Optimus know to continue his talk. "I found this child alone on the streets..she was abandoned by her mother...is it okay for you to raise her cade?" Optimus said Cade was shock a little that Optimus have brought a child with him but never questions him as he knows better than to do it. Cade still haven't answered Optimus but went down to take a look at her, she was in an uncomfortable position but still cuddling her bunny bag. Cade sigh and carefully carry the child out of the truck careful not to fall while doing it, once he succeeded on getting down without harming or waking the child he cradle her a little.

"well we should rest first prime.." cade is now feeling tired after seeing the child he doesn't know why. Optimus just agreed and drive off in his cabin.

<in the morning>

Reader woke up by the sun light through the small window, she also realize that she was laying on a bed that she didn't remember sleeping on until she look to her side seeing a man with long hair. Since she didn't know the man she carefully take her bunny bag and wore it on her back and carefully tip toe her way to the door. She successfully went out without waking the man on the room, when she went out she found a big green robot (Crosshair).

"WOW! another robot!" reader shouts at a big robot in front of her with a big smile. Crosshair turn around from the unknown voice only to see a child with a wide smile, he couldn't believe on what he was seeing. "what the- why is there child here".

[scremogirl]

☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧

Yandere! Serial Killer x Reader

Mentions of blood! Mentions of Death! Mentions of mutilation! Mentions of Murder, GN! Reader, NReader/Diolouge uses a lot of black colloquialisms/AAVE *slightlyyyy black coded but only for the speaking bits. NO APPERANCE MENTIONED!* READ THE NOTE AT THE END PLZ! (●’◡’●)ﾉ Part 2 here Part 3 here

Halloween.

The day where people grasp the fact that the summer's over and the seasons have finally changed. Corny decorations on front porches, masks in windows to scare unaware customers, and people dressed as slutty cartoon characters.

You loved the last one. You’ve always worked hard on your costumes; from a small cameo in the school yearbook to entering contests and pageants. You loved fashion, everything about it. The different fabrics, colors, patterns; you cherished it all. So, it’s no wonder that’s what you’ve chosen as your destined career path. You somehow managed to get into the third most prestigious fashion school. I say third because the first one you applied for, was full of egotistical French exchange students who do nothing but compare their lives at home to their lives in America. The second… well, you don’t want to talk about it. Regardless, you’re so grateful your talents have been recognized.

That leads us to now. At the biggest fright fest of the year. Your professor decided that if everyone got at least a 95% or above on the unit test, he’d take the whole class on a field trip to the annual Freak do Shek Carnival. A free trip and creating a new costume? You’ve never studied harder in your life. You spent days working on your costume; hoping to win the annual costume contest.

“Breaking news! The killer know as the “Mask Maker” is still on the loose and is currently suspected to be in the Witchwood area. It is recommended for all residents to stay indoors travel in groups-,”

Your heart sinks.

No, no, no! Why does it have to be now? Why here? The area you lived in was one of the safest in the city! Police patrolled regularly, security systems were available to all, and most people have been traveling in groups these days. So, why? You look at your friend, Malika, who no doubt received the same alert as you did, judging by her face.

“Well what the hell are we supposed to do now!?” She yells in frustration. You all have arrived at the festival and the bus has already taken its leave. Unless you call an Uber, there’s no way out; but then again, with a killer on the loose, no person would be dumb enough to let any stranger in their car. You tell your teacher your concerns, but does he listen? No.

“We’ll be fine,” , “just travel in groups,” , and “make sure you check in with everyone at least every 15 minutes,” is all he says to shake your worries. Great job by the way. With that, he goes ahead with another one of the chaperones, probably on their way to get drunk on cheap beer and look at young girls. Pig.

“I know I ain’t stayin for damn sure,” you chuckle at Malikas abrasiveness and nod your head in agreement.

“Who’s gonna pick us up though? We all came here on a bus and no Lift driver is stupid enough to let strangers in at this time,” you both sigh and end up agreeing that she’d call her boyfriend to come get you. The only downside is he lives in the next county. That means 3 whole hours plus some that you two have to try and rid your paranoia.

“How ‘bout we go check out the costume display for the upcoming show? Maybe scope out some the competition?”

“You know what Malika, that sounds like a great idea,” she holds out her arm and you take it , laughing your way down the hay covered dirt path wearily dodging scare actors. Unbeknownst to you the glowing eyes of one of the masks are filled with anything but fake intent.

“Hey, Mal? Is he on the way yet?” You two have already viewed the display, concrete knowing you’re gonna knock everyone at the park. So you decided that maybe a little sightseeing wouldn’t be that bad.

“Ugh! He said he’s on his way but knowing him, that means he just got in the shower,” with a deep sigh she puts her phone back in her pocket.

“Look,” she continues

“ How about we go get something to eat and enjoy what we can. I mean, we did wait all year for this,” you’re a little hesitant but you end up caving; fried oreos do sound good right now.

The walk to the concession stands is filled with jump scares from actors, Jack, o lanterns illuminating your path and the laughter of children and adults a like. The environment reminds you of why you came here in the first place, maybe there is nothing to be worried about.

Oof!

“Oh I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” to wrapped up in the scenery and nostalgia, you failed to notice one of the actors scrambling by. You hear the muffled laughter of Malika and try your best not to strangle her to cover up your embarrassment. Fortunately , it was just the water that spilled on them; Unfortunately, your oreos lay spread eagle on the ground. However, even with a soaked costume and powdered sugar all over their boots, they remain in character. Only giving you a tilt of the head, a grunt, and tightening their grip on their axe. The eyes that lay behind the papier-mâché mask boar deep into your soul, the white contacts holding something deep and dark. The feeling of guilt is slowly washed away and replaced with anxiousness. Man, they're getting employee of the month. Still, you feel bad so you grab the napkins from your back pocket and gently wipe their mask, some of the fake blood coming off along with the water. Hmm, these effects are off the chain too.

As you clean them up you can’t help but to think that they’ll join the costume contest, definitely giving you a run for your money. You're snapped out of your thoughts when Malika pulls you along the road, whining about how upset she is because she didn’t get to snag one of your Oreos. Making your leave, you look over your shoulder one last time, only to find those same white eyes trailing your figure.

My god, you're even more beautiful up close.

“Personally, if that happened to me I’d kill myself,” once again, your friends laughter snapped you outta your own mind. You just giggle and brush it off.

“Shut up! It’s not like I did it on purpose! Besides he was kinda fine not gon’ hold you,”

“I know right! the way he titled his, had a tear running down my leg not gon’ lie,”

“Girl… don’t you gotta man? Like… on his way here?”

“Shhhh don’t ruin the fantasy,”

Two hours have officially passed, the same old texts between Malika and her boyfriend, this time however he was actually in the car. She had pressed him to turn on his location for safety, you could never be too sure now can you? He should’ve been here by now but with how crowded the festival is getting, you can’t blame him. Thankfully, the contest is just about to start! Going against your better judgment, you and Malika thought that being apart for about 15-20 mins wouldn’t hurt. She’ll be waiting in the audience while you go change anyways.

Rushing to the changing rooms you fail to notice another contestant coming towards you just as fast. For the second time this night you managed to bump into someone.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean I-,”

“Watch where you’re going bitch! Y’know how long it took me to make this thing?” You look to the left and then to the right trying to figure out who the fuck they think they’re talking too.

“Look I didn’t mean it, I’m sorr-,”

“Yea yea whatever, just stay outta my way next time. Besides, it’s not like you're gonna win this thing anyways,” just before you were about to give them a piece of your mind, the manager stepped in and separated you two. Jeez now this is gonna take even longer than you expected. You thought it was only fair to let Malika know shoot her a quick text. “No worries, babe! Gill's location says he’s here already so Imma grab us a quick bite to eat before I look for him and we head to you. See ya soonnn❤︎︎!!!”

Good; that buys you just enough time. After getting changed and checking your reflection for the hundredth time, you step out feeling as confident as ever. Just as you exit the stall, you hear the worst blood curdling scream of your entire life. You look over to your right and see that asshole from early and that guy with the really nice axe murder costume. Your eyes have to be deceiving you! One of their legs is completely severed, blood dripping from the stub left behind. Slash marks, deep and crooked, adorn their arms and remaining leg. They Look as if their limbs could snap off at the slightest breeze. They cry and groan as they reach out to you. Following their eyes the crazed murder shifts his eyes to you. Their weapon of choice freezing in their hands mid swing. Their victim continues to moan in pain and crawl away, begging and pleading for someone to save them. But…you just laugh.

“I see what you're trynna do here, and it ain’t workin’. Your costume is good but it isn’t better than mine. Assholes,” the last part is mumbled under your breath as you walk away. Even though you presented yourself in this prideful manner, you can’t help the feeling of disappointment that bubbles inside you. You tried really hard this year, let’s just hope that everyone else thinks you did too.

CHOP

Finally. Holding up the severed head he smiles, crooked and eerie. The bitch wouldn’t stop screaming, but at least he gets to see the look of fear in their face forever.

“Hey! What the hell’re you doing!?” hm? Turning around he sees the manager from earlier, standing before him with wide eyes filled with shock and anger. He can’t have his plans be ruined by a little slip up! He didn’t mean to act so impulsive but he couldn’t help. Nobody talks to you like that; not if he had something to do about it. Swinging his weapon of choice up on his shoulder, he’s about to take a step before he’s interrupted.

“Didn't I tell you guys to keep all spare props in bags because of the fake blood?! It gets everywhere and I’m the one who has to clean it up!” They shoved him to the side before grabbing a large trash bag from the cart they lugged behind them; simultaneously grabbing a mop and bucket. Continue to grumble about how “they don’t get paid enough for this” and “all the newbies are irresponsible”. But hey, free disposal.

“Sh, sh it’s okay; it was never your fault,” you tried comforting her but to no luck. All she can see is red as the burning hot tears streaming from her eyes ruin the makeup she spent so long on

“Okay?! It’s not okay (Y/N)! He said he was stuck in traffic all the while he was toungin’ down some bitch in a slutty cat costume. Very unoriginal btw!” You try to keep your giggle in for her sake. You kept trying to tell her this idiot wasn’t any good for years but nooo “the dick was too good to let go,” and apparently, someone else thought so too. Her weeping continues before she builds up the courage to speak again.

“All I wanna do is go home; fuck this competition,” you smile seeing her personality shine through her sadness just a little.

“Yea, fuck this competition,”sure you’re sad about to being able to participate this year, but with your best friend in distress and a serial killer on the loose, you can’t help but to think that maybe you could wait until next year. Ordering the Uber, you suggest that before it gets here, you should check in with your teacher first. Of course you don’t have his number and you're sure your other classmates are not worried about their phones unless they’re snapping pics and recording for their stories . You send them a quick text to your classes group chat and look for the exit.

“He really is a dick, you don’t need him,”

“Yea, I know. Besides, maybe that axe guy will take care of him for me,” she giggles but you don’t find it funny at all.

“What?”

“Yea, I saw him outta the corner of my eye when I walked in on he who shall not be named about to fuck that other girl,” she rolls her eyes and continues walking but you remain stationary.

“You gotta be joking,“ she turns around and gives you a quizzical look so you continue further.

“He and another dickhead I bumped into put on this whole show to get me to drop outta the contest. Lost limbs, fake blood and everything. I don’t know what his problem is, but he needs to leave me the fuck alone before I get the manager, on some Karen shit”

“Now that I think about it, he has been high-tailing us ever since we’ve got here,” she freezes before looking at you dead on. She wipes away the tear stains and brushes her nose against her sleeve before scanning the area.

“You don’t think it’s Kee-,”

“No! Don’t. It’s not him. It couldn’t be,” she holds up her hands in defense before pulling you along to get the hell up outta here. It goes dead silent, tension filling the air. It couldn't be him! It’s just some rando whos jealous of your skill! But…your mind was just playing tricks on you. That feeling of paranoia started to rise again and the flashbacks felt like they were hitting you in waves. She saw this and decided to speak up before it got worse.

“Hey, I’m sorry for bringing it up. I really didn’t mean to-,” this time it’s your turn to cut her off. You offer her a light smile and hold her hand in yours before squeezing.

“It’s alright. Besides, who needs men anyways. You’re all I need,” she gives you an even brighter one, her usual self returning, before squeezing just as hard, laying her head on your shoulder while you walk.

“Yea, fuck men,” you two laugh in sync before changing the conversation to what you’ll do when you get home; maybe a Horror movie marathon and some junk food will cheer you up. Who cares, the night has just begun for you and there’s no way anything was gonna ruin it.

Watching you walk away a gloved hand slams into a tree. Dammit! You won’t get away so easily. You’re his. Nobody else’s. He’ll make sure of it. Starting with her.

Hello everyone!!!! Hope you enjoyed the first part of my Halloween special. I’m breaking this down into 3 parts because I’m afraid people will think it’s too long if I put the whole thing on tumblr. I will be making an Ao3 and the whole fic will be posted without any split up. When it’s created and up I’ll let you know. Hope you enjoyed Loves!!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎.

-Love, Sosa❤️

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Tea for Two

Amelia Shepherd x g!nreader* Warnings: some explicit language, just hella fluff, seriously so much fluff, mentions of hospitalization (duh) Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You go to Grey-Sloan Memorial once a week to hang out with the kids on the pediatrics floor, but more and more you find yourself going there for one particular doctor: Amelia Shepherd. But can you work up the courage to make a move? And if you can, will she reciprocate?

*Reader & Gender. Gender is a slippery, tricky thing. I feel like I kind of straddle the line between being a girl and being nonbinary, so my x reader perspectives will shift depending on which I'm feeling more that day. But please feel free to insert whatever pronouns/gender identity fit you best! I try to keep descriptions of the reader to a minimum so you can see yourself in them regardless. <3

You checked in at the front desk of Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital and pressed your guest-pass name tag onto your shirt. You had your instrument case on your back, and several familiar nurses waved at you as you made your way to the elevator and up to the pediatrics floor. You were there for your weekly music hour with the kids. It had started last summer, when your brother had open heart surgery and spent a month of the pediatrics floor. You'd often brought your instrument to play and sing his favorite songs for him and, more often than not, other kids on the floor would crowd his room and request songs and sing with you.

By the time your brother had gone home with a clean bill of health, you'd gotten attached to the kids, to the nurses who wheeled patients into the rooms you played in. You went home with song requests and learned how to play Encanto and the Bluey theme song and Simon & Garfunkel for them. It had quickly become one of your favorite parts of the week.

And not just because of the kids. Of course, there were always doctors around, but most of the time there was one particular doctor around, and you both loved and hated it.

"Dr. Shepherd," she'd told you, on the third or fourth post-concert elevator ride which, for whatever reason, you almost always ended up on together. "Or, well, Amelia. I'm not your doctor."

"Y/N," you'd replied, shaking her hand like an idiot businessman. God, she was pretty. You hoped you didn't look as flustered as you were.

"Are you on Spotify?" she asked.

You laughed loudly, eyes crinkling shut. "No! No, it's just for fun."

"Well, you're really good at it," Amelia finished, as the elevator opened on the floor before yours.

"Thanks," you said, trying your very hardest to make eye contact.

"See you next week?"

"Yep," you nodded.

"Cool." She gave you a double thumbs-up and walked out the elevator doors.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, turning back to hold the door open. She pointed at you. "Pronouns? Mine are she/her."

A bright smile flashed across your face. "They/them. Thanks for asking."

"You got it." Another thumbs up, and she was gone. You sighed. Pretty and asked about your pronouns? It was gonna be really hard to convince yourself you didn't like her now.

Amelia was there next week. And the next. And the next. Always in the back. Always in the elevator with you afterward. And you just talked. Never for more than a few minutes. But those few minutes added up after a while. You learned that she was Chief of Neurosurgery. That she'd grown up in New York. That she lived with her sisters and her nieces and nephew. That she loved boba tea and cats.

One day, in a moment of reckless confidence, you stopped at Seattle Best Tea on your way to Grey-Sloan and picked up two boba teas, one for you and one for Amelia. As soon as you stepped through the doors of the hospital, you knew it was a mistake. Fuck, you thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Friends don't bring boba tea. Especially elevator friends.

But then, of course, you had to give it to her. Because otherwise it'd look like you brought two bobas for yourself, and that was even weirder.

She was already in her corner of the pediatrics lobby when you walked in. Trying to act casual, you approached her and held on the tea.

"Hey," you said. "Do you, uh... do you want this?"

She looked at you, surprised, and took the cup. "You brought me boba?"

"No." You shook your head and shrugged. "I had an... extra?" It was a stupid excuse. You knew it the moment it left your mouth.

A smile crept at the corner of Amelia's lips, and she raised her eyebrows at you. "You had an extra milk tea?"

"No," you admitted, flushing slightly and running a hand self-consciously through your hair. "It's for you." You felt like you were digging your own grave.

"Well, gotta get up there," you said quickly. You avoided her eyes and headed quickly toward the little stool they'd set up for you at the front of the room.

You'd never been so distracted during a set, especially with the Grey-Sloan kids, who usually took up all your attention. At first you tried very hard to not look anywhere near Amelia, but then you thought that might be more suspicious, so you just tried to look in her general direction.

As you packed up your instrument, your heart pounded. You knew, you just knew, she was going to be on that elevator and that she knew. Your damn little boba gesture had almost certainly given you away. And she was going to say, Sorry, I'm not into women. Or kind-of-women-kind-of-not, which is where you usually landed. Even worse, she might say, Sorry, I'm not into you. Or the very worst of all, she wouldn't even be in the elevator, and your time at Grey-Sloan would be unbearably awkward from here on out.

Your heart sank as you got onto the elevator and Amelia was nowhere to be seen. You puffed out your cheeks and exhaled. You'd fucked up. You were glad the elevator was empty this time because you were sure the disappointment showed on. your face. You were not good at hiding your emotions, and you'd prefer to be left alone with this one.

The doors had almost creaked shut when a hand shot out to stop them. An out-of-breath Amelia stepped in, smiling, and leaned against the wall.

"Wow," she breathed. "Almost missed you."

You shuffled your feet and tried to act normal, even though your heart was in your throat.

"Thanks for the tea," she said, nudging your shoulder.

"Yeah!" you replied, probably a little too enthusiastically. "Yeah, no prob."

"So... do you buy boba for all the girls or just me?"

You felt blood rush to your cheeks. "Uh..."

"Because I really hope it's just me."

You glanced at her in surprise and found her grinning at you, a little embarrassed, a little self-satisfied.

"Really?" you asked, not quite believing what you'd heard.

The elevator door opened on Amelia's floor, and she slipped a business card into your hand, her fingers lightly grazing yours. It felt like a bolt of electricity shooting through you.

"Call me and you can buy me dinner, too," she said, before stepping off the elevator, giving you a little salute as the door closed.

You looked at the card in your hand. On the front: all the usual business information. Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital. Amelia Shepherd, M.D. Chief of Neurosurgery. On the the back: a phone number, scrawled in messy doctor's hand, with a little heart beside it.

Your heart swelled and you couldn't help but smile, bouncing on the balls of your feet. It worked! The boba worked! Seattle Best Tea didn't know it yet, but they'd just made you a regular for life.

[vibewithma]

CONNECTION - CONNIE SPRINGER SMAU

pairing: Connie Springer x Black!Y/Nreader

warnings: nsfw, nba au!, angst, fluff, use of AAVE, language switch,

status: open!

synopsis: Y/N night takes a turn when her best friend Jasmine invites her to an after-game party hosted by her NBA player boyfriend, Ony. At the party, Y/N catches the eye of Ony’s teammate, Connie, who’s immediately drawn to her. As the night progresses, Connie becomes determined to meet Y/N again, and it’s clear that he’s whipped. Will Y/N give in to the growing connection, or keep her distance from the charming athlete?

meet the characters

Chapters:

01.Playoffs

02. The party after the party (written)

03. That’s crazy….

04.…..

© 2025 vibingwithma. All rights reserved

[simplesoup]

An Apple A day keeps the doctor away (If you throw it hard enough)

Doctor Izuku x G/Nreader (dirty mentions 😉)

Food is the way to a man’s heart it heals… it shows love~

You mom had told you that even since you could remember. You’d sit on the counter watching her cook while having a singing party

“Remember the secret ingredient love”

you grinned thinking about all those memories why you were thinking about them in the scariest place possible…. Him?… your… doctor… the man you purposely got sick just to see him…

“Y/n L/n Doctor Deku will see you now…”

you stud up walking to you usual room sitting on the bed grinning ear to ear you didn’t have anything wrong with you but this time you planned to make a move so you wouldn’t have to keep coming back to this dreadful place… the doctor could come take care of you in your own bed enough of this bull shit already..

you crossed your arms determined to say what you needed and if all failed you had a backup plan more like pun but it had to work! How could it not!….

soon a knock came followed by the man himself he walked in and crossed his arms giving you a cheeky grin “Oh let me guess stomach ache? Sore throat? Stubbed toe again?”

you blushed and shook you head god he probably already knew you were obsessed who the hell would go to a doctor for stub toe?! You! YOU BITCH! Especially if the doctor was this damn fine!

You giggled “Listen gonna be honest I’m not sick I just wanted to tell you something” you blushed feeling like you were rushing this. You pulled out a apple from your bag and tossed it to him “A apple a day keeps the doctor away too bad I don’t want you to go away” you flipped you H/L hair and winked at him

he caught the apple with ease looking at it then back at you “I’d be rich if I got a penny every time I heard about the apple part… that last part though that’s new~” he chuckled and bit into the apple looking in your eyes as he licked his lips “You really came here just to tell me you like me?”

you nodded you head innocently he narrowed his eyes and shook his head “Y/N I already put a ring on it stop doing thiss!” He whined crossing his arms at your antics god you were engaged to this man but you still had to mess with him in someway! Plus this was how you had gotten him in the first place granted…. Last time the apple may or may not have slipped and hit him right in the face…. Oops?

he kissed you cheek “Jesus…. Yes I’ll be home in time for the date” he rolled his eyes already reading you mind

You grinned “My throat hurts you should at least check it!~”

he raised a eyebrow walking towards the door “I’ll check it when I get home” he winked at you “You open up better in the bedroom~”

you were left stunned this…this was the man you were marrying!

(Plot twist!? What do we think? This one is idk tbh.. not my fav))

[jinhua-shu]

“ I.. love you.. Dummy “ Scaramouche/ Wanderer x G!NReader

PART 1: OVERTHINKING

PART 2: HIS POINT OF VIEW

PART 3: HELPLESS

PART 4: THE AFTER-EFFECT

PART 5: I.. LOVE YOU… DUMMY

Scaramouche POV:

Running through the busy street of japan. i let out exaggerating huffs as i continue my way down to Y/N’s House. my vision blurs as i tripped on my own shoelace. grunting in annoyance, i stood up once more to continue running. ignoring the excruciating pain that i am feeling, down on my knees i moved forward. my heart aches as i feel hot tears running down my face. annoyed at my emotions spiraling out of control i angrily screamed.

“ GOD DAMN IT! “

Oh, Y/N you’ve molded me into a person i’ve never believed i can become.

You’ve made me feel like human again..

And it frustrates me to the point i’ve become obsessed with you.

Upon reaching their Home, i squatted down on their front porch, being out of breath and feeling tired i suddenly collapsed fully on the floor.

I grabbed my phone that only has 38% battery life.. i shakily called their number.

One ring…

Two rings…

Three rings..

…

Then, you’ve finally picked up.

‘ Hello? ‘

Just hearing you say one word made me crumble down on my knees, feeling the butterflies, that i’ve felt before.

“ Hey… Y/N… “

I sat down on the steps, while calming my heart down..

‘ Scara? why’re you calling me..? ‘

I sighed as an irk mark appeared on my forehead before stopping myself to say something sarcastic.

“ I’m.. here. “

I breathlessly said as I stood up straight. before i walking out in the open, near the street.

‘ wha- what do you mean? ‘ You sat up on your bed careful not to wake lumine up.

“ I’m.. right outside your house.. you dummy.”

…

..

.

Your POV:

Wait.. what? is he messing with me? I scanned my bedroom before carefully checking to see if lumine is awake, once i found out she isn’t, i slowly get off my bed before taking a cardigan from the floor.

as i take my phone that i laid on the bed, i found a bell. a bell that has my initial and.. maybe scara’s. taking the small bell from the bedside table, i hurriedly went out of my room.

…

..

.

Lumine’s POV:

ah.. so she has found it.. i sighed as i snuggled close Y/N’s comforters. eyebrows furrowing.. i calmed myself down..

In the end.. i will never get chosen.. this is fine.. as long as those two are okay..

I turned over to look up on the ceiling, with a heavy heart.. my eyes started swelling up in tears. i choke back a sob as i cried to myself.

When will it ever be me..?

I gasped loudly as i felt my phone vibrate in my pockets, digging through my pockets to fish my phone out, i answered the call without looking at the name of the caller.

3rd POV:

Childe slid down on the park bench, he can only hope that his dear friend can.. take care of the misunderstanding that he and Dottore caused. Childe stares at his calloused rough hands he bit his cheek.

He feels stupid.. for doing something like that, he wholeheartedly regrets what he did.

He whipped out his phone to call scaramouche only to hesitate for a minute.

Should i call him? Childe thought as he bit his lip, he rubbed his hands together to create a source of heat for awhile.

Childe threw his hands up in the air, frustrated. eyes glowing dimmer as he looked up on the dark sky. it’s already dark.. childe thought as he shivered. he stood up and wrapped his red scarf around his neck to look more presentable.

Glancing at his phone contacts.. he found Lumine’s contact number.. a small smile and a slight pinkish hue on his cheeks appeared as he called the girl’s number.

One..

Two..

Three..

She have finally picked up the call!

“ Hey girlie.. can i drop by your place for awhile? “

Lumine scoffs as she rolled around Y/N’s bed. before answering.

‘ Sure I guess.. but make sure to bring some food. Paimon won’t let you in if you don’t have any food for her. ‘

Hearing that, Childe let out a sweet and genuine laugh.

Puzzling Lumine, Lumine listened to his laugh as heat rushes through her face.

It’s cute.. his laugh is cute… wait what? Lumine panics as she fumbled around, how could she have such thoughts to her arch-nemesis!

grumbling, Lumine once again scoffs as she ends the call.

Childe being puzzled as to why the called ended, he regains his composure before smiling widely. oh how he’ll buy Tons of 5-star food take-out just to impress Lumine’s younger sister.. to catch Lumine’s heart.

feeling all giddy he skipped towards a nearby restaurant to order tons of delicious delicacies.

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One step.. two steps.. Overthinking.. His point of view.. feeling helpless.. and catching the after-effect.

As You stride towards the front door, with a look of worry plastered on your face.

Overthinking of what’s happening…

Thinking of his Point of View..

Feeling helpless as my thoughts consumes me..

Oh how i anticipate the after-effect.

Opening the door.. you took one step.. and two steps forward. Inhaling and exhaling. fidgeting with your hands, eyes darting everywhere. seemingly clouded by your thoughts.. scaramouche took three steps forward.. Arms opening up to take you in an embrace.

Your eyes widens as you stare at him. he wasn’t supposed to be here.. he wasn’t supposed.. to be here infront of me..

You thought to yourself, as you took a fews steps backwards. sensing your awkwardness, scaramouche lowers his hand down onto his sides before bowing respectfully.

“ Y/N.. that.. reply you’ve got.. it’s a misunderstanding.. “

You stood there completely silent, as you forgot how to speak, as if you’ve become a new born child.

“ It’s not what you think it is, believe me.. i don’t know how to fully explain it to you… “

Scaramouche kept himself on a 90 degree bow, waiting for you to say anything.

still feeling shocked you’ve managed to let out a few words..

‘ I love you.. ‘ You said before covering your mouth up with your hand. eyes widening and cheeks reddening.

Uttering out those three words, scaramouche stood up straight before embracing you in a tight hug.

‘ I’ve never thought of you as a nuisance.. ‘

‘ I’ve never seen you nothing but someone who’m i greatly cherish.. someone who i see a future with.. ‘

‘ I’ve never wished to make you cry. ‘

‘ I’ve never wished to hurt your feelings. ‘

Those assurances gave you hope, it gave you a new light. it’s a hope in the dark.

Scaramouche held the back of your head, loving and gently, as he stroked your back.

it’s amazing.. to see him act and be so humane. it amazed you to see him be like this..

You didn’t know that you were crying, you didn’t feel your tears streaming down your face. you didn’t feel how your chest tightened by hearing those words that scaramouche stated. you didn’t feel how your arms gripped wrap around scara’s frame.. you were too mesmerized at the sight of him being so humane, being so gentle..

…

..

.

“ I.. never wanted to stay as friends.. i’ve always dreamt of being by your side.. “

“ I’ve never thought of your flaws as some weakness, rather i thought that they gave you strength.. “

“ Scara.. no.. Kuni.. I’ve always told you that i’ll wait for you till i’m yours.. but earlier today.. it made me want to abandon that promise to protect my feelings.. “

“ I just.. love you so much to the point i cannot express it more with just my actions.. “

Scaramouche parts away from your embrace as he stares deep on your eyes, flustering you up, making you blush madly.

Seeing his gentle and serene face, made your heart swoon. it made you want to confess everything right then and there. it made you love him more.

Scaramouche opened his mouth.. and said..

I.. Love you.. dummy..

Before smiling warmly at you.

“ Ever since you’ve sent me that one meme.. that you’re supposed to send to your friend. i’ve fallen for you right then and there. “ scara ruffles your hair as the wind blows through the clouds. the night sky making it a perfect scenery, and his handsome smile that can make thousands, swoon.

Turns out.. all of these is nothing but a misunderstanding.

misunderstanding the concept for all of the problems.. and overthinking.

the bane of evil, the uprising of despair.

but a single misunderstanding made something blossom into something more interesting.. more beautiful.. that i couldn’t help but shed a few tears while writing.

[souslesetoilesavectoi]

An Invitation

Content: Malleus Draconia x G!nReader

Warnings: Malleus being slightly OOC (slightly!!)

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“Malleus, what’s up? You usually aren’t super active around this time… Sorry I’m not dressed very properly.” You brushed your hair out of your face with your hand, leaning your other hand against the frame of your front door. Malleus stood in front of you, towering. “I apologize… If I came here too late. I can return tomo—“ “Don’t worry about it.” Your smiling face turned to surprise. “Hey… You’re all fancy looking. And you’ve got… Flowers?” Malleus turned his face away subtly at your question. “Yes, they’re for you.” “Oh, really?” You grinned at him, a bit mischievously. “That’s really nice of you. I’ll make sure to take care of them, okay?” After Malleus handed you bouquet, you swiftly entered your house again to put them in a vase. While you were pouring the water, you gestured your head to him saying, “Hey, what’re you doing still outside? You can come in, you know.” He was taken aback a by this, but quickly regained his composure. “Ah… You’re right. Pardon my intrusion then.” You chuckled a bit, amusedly. “What’s wrong, Malleus? You’ve been acting kind of weird, you know?” Malleus turned his head a little to the side, his hand against his chin. “Have I? I’ve been feeling strangely… Ah.” His face of contemplation turned to surprise. “Is something…” You started, then bore the same look as him. “The water…!” Quickly you turned off the faucet, the vase overflowing. “My hands are all wet too now… Well, that was embarrassing.” You paused, quietly placed the flowers into the vase. You then turned to face Malleus, your eyebrows raised, the slightest glint in your expression. “Oh, that’s right!! Malleus!!” “—Whatever is the matter, y/n?” Malleus folded his arms, his diamond green eyes flashing in confusion. “Well, to be blunt, you’ve been acting kind of weird ever since you arrived!! Not in a bad way, of course!” You said excitedly, without any maliciousness in your voice, almost like a child playing detective. “Have I? I suppose I’ve merely been… Preoccupied. I apologize if I’ve been making you uncomfortable.” You looked at him, still a bit suspicious, but decided to take his word for it. You looked back at the flowers, delicately arranging them. “If you say so, Malleus.” He shifted his sight to the flowers as well, spacing out a bit. “Y/n… The reason I came here. I have an invitation for you. A… Personal one.”

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(I wanted to work my HC into this so!!!)

Part Two maybe~

Thank you for reading!!

[goldnn-harry]

you and harry braid each others hair<3

warnings: none

“baby- you're pulling it.” 

“shush harry! i am not!”

harry groaned and pushed your hands away from his hair, “yes, yes you are. do you have a brush?”

you huffed and mumbled a ‘stubborn’ (which earned a chuckle from harry) and dug into your bag for a brush. you were giving harry braids before his show, like you've done hundreds of times, but according to harry his hair was too tangled for you to just comb through it with your fingers.

you pulled out your hair brush and started to brush harry’s hair. “better, your highness?”

harry laughed, “yes actually.”

you continued to brush his hair to the muffled voices of the other members of the band rehearsing their songs.

once you were done, you took just a bit of hair gel and started to braid his hair into two dutch braids on the sides of his head. the middle of his hair was just going to be left in a bun, so you didn't bother with it. (***)

by the time you were done harry was resting his head against his knees which he had brought up to his chest, and his eyes were closed.

you leaned forward and kissed his temple, “i’m done,” you whispered.

harry opened his eyes, smiled at you and kissed you. “thank you, now you're turn.”

you smiled and switched places with harry. 

he gently brushed your hair (with the brush) and gave you the same hairstyle you gave him, except he pulled all of your hair into braids, instead of having a bun in the middle.

you hummed as his fingers ran through your hair. you never understood why some people didn't like to have their hair played with, it felt amazing.

“harry?” you whispered, afraid it would ruin the mood.

“yes, my love?”

“promise me something,”

“anything.”

“promise that we'll braid each other's hair even when we're old and wrinkly?”

harry chuckled.

“i'm serious h,” you pouted.

he smiled and kissed your cheek after tying off your braids. “of course i promise.”

you smiled, “and do you promise you'll never let anyone else braid your hair?”

he laughed again, “i promise.”

“and do you also promise that we'll stay together forever?”

“yes,” he hummed.

“and do you-” harry cut you off with a chuckle, “i promise everything darling. everything in that pretty head of yours that you want to me to promise, i promise.”

you grinned, “great, you owe me all your hoodies now,”

“hey!”

“you promised!” you moved to straddle his lap.

“well yes but-”

you silenced him with a finger to his lips. you leaned closer and whispered, “you promised,”

harry licked your finger, causing you to wrinkle your nose and wipe it on his shirt, “ew,”

he kissed your nose, “dumbass. one hoodie per week alright?”

you groaned, “fine.”

harry grinned, “good girl,” he kissed you, and suddenly you guys forgot about the show starting in 15 minutes.

[madnessformunson]

Barns-Rogers Daughter

This is my first time writing so sorry if it was bad lol I really want to keep writing on this story but I might change it to y/n but when I view this character I cant help but think her name is Magnolia lol

I don't think there is any warnings or anything :)

words: 992

Magnolia loved her dads very much.  Even if they were extremely overprotective of their one and only child. Magnolia hated the name her dads gave her. Magnolia Carter Barnes-Rogers. How much worse of an old lady name could you get. She generally only responded to Mags, unless she was in big trouble with her Pops. She grew up in the Stark tower, it was a big dysfunctional family but she truly did love it. Even if it meant everyone was constantly in her business. 

“Mags, it's time for dinner!” Tony yelled from the kitchen. 

Friday nights the whole team ate together when there wasn’t a mission. It was something you always grew up doing and you knew there was know way out of it. But you had other plans than eating greasy take out and hearing Sam and Bucky fight over who was the strongest. Your classmate Flash was throwing a huge party tonight since his parents were out of town. You knew your dads would never allow you to go, first of all it was family night, secondly it was an unsupervised teenage party. 

“Where is she? She’s normally the first one down here on Chinese food nights” Sam stated as he shifted through the various take out containers. 

“I’ll go get her from her room, she probably has F.R.I.D.A.Y. Blaring her music again” Steve said as he headed down the hall. 

Your Pops hated the music you listened to. He loved you very much but he didn’t understand your taste in music or your style. Yon wore primarily black clothing, you would have your hair colored darker if your dads allowed these kinds of things. You also weren’t allowed to wear makeup even though you were almost 17. Nat did buy you some for your 15th birthday and you hid it in a small bag in your backpack. You put it on after Happy dropped you off at school and quickly removed it before getting picked back up. Once he approached the door of your room, he quietly knocked, noticing no music playing. 

“Mags, are you in there? Dinner is ready” Steve stated with no response. 

“Mags I’m coming in” your Pops opened the door quickly while covering his eyes just in case you were changing and didn’t hear him. He dropped his hand and looked around. No one was in there. He went into the conjoined bathroom attached to your room. Again, you were not there. Steven went back into the kitchen. 

“Mags isn’t in her room…” Steve stated in a nervous tone. 

“I’m sure she is fine, probably just got held up at school” Nat defended you. 

Just as she finished her sentence you tried to sneak through the back door. Unfortunately, F.R.I.D.A.Y. Announced your arrival. 

“Magnolia Barnes-Rogers entered through the back door.” 

“Shit, I thought I disabled her recognition of me…” you stopped talking when you were met with a large figure at the door. It was your Pops. You let out a bit gulp, knowing you had been caught. 

“Magnolia Carter Barnes-Rogers…. First of all language, secondly you disabled F.R.I.D.A.Y.” He stated in a big booming voice that made shivers go down your spine. 

You just stood there, eyes widened. You were unsure of what to say because any response would’ve pissed off your Pops. 

You were thinking as quickly as possible on how to get out of this situation. 

“I…I… was just getting some tutoring from Peter on the calculus homework” you stuttered immediately regretting the words coming out of your mouth. 

“You were at Peter’s house…alone?” Bucky came around and entered the conversation. 

You shrunk down. 

“Well kind of…Its not a big deal” you huffed, crossing your arms

“Excuse me? It is a big deal if we say it is. Why are you asking Peter for help on your calculus homework anyway? You've never had trouble before.” Steve stated with a confused look on his face. 

He wasn't wrong, you've never struggled in school. Well that is until now anyway. It honestly wasn't that you were struggling and more about you just not doing your work. You had been staying up late helping tony in the lab or talking on the phone with peter so your schoolwork got put on the back burner. 

You just stood there and rolled your eyes. You knew it would piss them off but we hoping it would at least get you out of this conversation so you could escape to your room and make a plan for tonight. 

“Thats it Mags, disabling FRIDAY, not telling us where you were going after school and now the attitude? You are grounded for 1 week” Bucky said sternly, matching you stand and starring you down. 

“WHAT?” you yelled. This definitely wasn't the first time you have been grounded but you were not expecting to get grounded from simply going to Peter's house after school without asking first.

“Hand over your phone” your dad said through his clenched teeth. 

“Here you go!” you screamed, throwing your phone against the ground and storming off to your room. 

The other avengers were in the kitchen still but heard every word of the conversation you had with your dads. 

“What has gotten into her?” Bucky turned towards Steve who was picking your thrown phone up off the floor. 

This was slightly unusual behavior for you. You definitely were more hot headed, taking after your dad. You were a little more on the feisty side and frequently picked fights at school but it had been a while since you acted like that. 

Once you reached your room, you slammed your door and locked it. You grabbed your laptop and started working on disabling FRIDAY so you could still go to that party tonight. Nothing was going to stop you from going now, not your dads and especially not an AI system. 

[make-me-imagine]

Fear of Losing You

Sensory Prompts: 'Hands gripping clothes when you hug' and 'Brushing of lips when you get too close' Requested by: Someone who has since deactivated; this was literally requested 3 years ago but I found it in my ask box and still like the prompts lmao.

Pairing: Peter Hale x GN!Reader (slight ooc for Peter)

Warnings: Being chased by a monster. Brief mentions of bruises, and injuries.

Word Count: 1.7k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfireTeen Wolf Taglist: @darkenwolfie, @bisexualdragongirl

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Your body was screaming for you to stop running, legs and chest burning, your sides cramping as you forced yourself to keep going. In this moment, you wished you had been a werewolf, or a kitsune, anything that gave you an edge, made you faster, stronger than you are. But you were human, and your body was beginning to give out.

There was only supposed to be one creature, not two. Had there been only one, this wold be over, you wouldn't be running for your life, weaponless and alone.

As your eyes scanned the area, you saw a tall rocky cliff beside you, along the wall, a divot in the rocks deep enough for you to fit. You could no longer hear the creature behind you. So maybe you could rest, or hide, for just a moment. Just long enough to catch your breath and think of a plan.

Your legs collapsed underneath you as you leaned against the rock wall. Your breath was heavy and uneven as you tried to catch your breath. Your eyes continued to scan over the immediate area for any movement, which grew more difficult as the sky grew darker with the evening. You tried to listen intently as well, but your heart was beating so loudly it was all you could hear.

Hoping that some of the others would come soon to help you, you thought back on the past few hours. You felt a mixture of guilt and anger as you realized you would not have been alone if you had not been so stubborn.

When you and the pack had decided to split up to capture the newest creature wreaking havoc in Beacon Hills, you had been assigned to come to the Northern edge of the woods alone. You all had the right weapons and tools to trap the creature, so you thought it would be easy enough, so you had no trouble with going alone.

But Peter insisted he should come with you. At first, you thought this because he wanted to make sure you would be safe. Or maybe to spend time with you. As part of you hoped, that he had hidden feelings for you, just as you had for him.

However, you were wrong. It was because he did not think you capable enough to handle yourself. To trap the creature on your own. And though you never thought yourself egotistical, this hurt your pride, and your feelings.

So you fought, you told him he was wrong, and that he should have no right to assume your strengths. And in his own stubbornness, he retaliated with rude words. And finally, let you go off on your own after the creature. Which you did, along with your anger, and will to prove him wrong.

And you did. You found tracks of the creature, and tracked it down, fought it off, sedated it and trapped it. All without receiving anything more than a few bruises and cuts on your hands and arms.

But, everything changed when another creature showed up. There weren't supposed to be two, none of you had any idea there were two. So it caught you off guard. Knocked you down, cut your leg, and caused you to lose your weapon. You only had one choice, to run, to try and get deeper into the woods, where Scott, or one of the others were.

You weren't sure how far into the wood's you had gotten before your body began to give out. The wound to your thigh certainly did not help. You had run far, you knew that, but not far enough. You learned this, when a familiar screeching growl was hear nearby.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you held your breath, listening, trying to figure out where the creature was. Should you run? Should you remain still and hidden?

Suddenly, from above you, on the rocky hill above where you were hidden, you hear shuffling, before seeing a few stones and dirt fall down in front of you. You continued to hold your breath, but your heartbeat was beating heavily and loudly, which could surely be heard by the creature.

Hearing a deep, guttural growl echo out from the space above you, you, you slowly grabbed a nearby branch. It was not large, but the end was sharp. Perhaps sharp enough to injure and distract the creature while you could run.

Just as you were anticipating, you heard the creature leap down from the rock above you, before landing, and turning, staring directly at you. You locked eyes, and tightened your grip around the branch.

The creature, was a rare one, similar in appearance to a large feline, sharp teeth, and piercing eyes. It hunted at night and ate anything alive or dead. Unlike many of the creatures you had come across so far, this one was not a human who could shift into a creature. It was simply a monster, in one form only.

As the creature narrowed its eyes, and pounced at you, you ducked down. And while rolling away, you stabbed the branch as hard as you could into its side.

You heard it react in pain, but did not wait to see how much you had hurt it. Darting off as fast as you could, you ran through the trees, turning in various directions as to not give it a direct line on you.

As you began to run down a steep incline, you felt your legs failing you. They burned and felt like rubber as you bounded down the hill. Jumping over a small creak, your legs gave out as you landed.

Letting out a desperate groan of frustration, you turned back, just in time to see the creature leaping towards you. Throwing yourself to the side, you grabbed a large stone, quickly throwing it as hard as you could at the creature. Smacking it in the face, the creature let out an angry growl before moving to pounce on you again.

As you held up your arms to try and guard yourself, you flinched when you heard a crackling noise. The creature, before being able to pounce, contorted, as a bright electricity seemed to wrap around it before it collapsed to the ground.

Behind where the creature now lay unconscious, you see Peter, breathing heavily, and in his hands, the electric prod you had dropped earlier in the evening when the creature attacked you.

Peter, meeting your eyes and seeing that you were okay, let out a breath of relief.

"Peter?" You breathed out in surprise, having not expected it to be him, but instead one of the others.

"In the flesh." He said as he walked over to you, an reached out his hand to help you up.

As you stared up at him, you saw no anger in his face, only worry. As the fear of being killed, now leaving your body, was replaced with an emotional relief. Grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull you up, you felt yourself wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him.

Peter was surprised by this, but figured that you must have come much closer to death than he assumed to be reacting this way. After a short moment, he wrapped his own arms around you. Allowing himself to enjoy the your embrace, and the opportunity to comfort you. Closing your eyes and leaning in against Peters neck, you gripped the fabric of Peters shirt in your hands.

As you came back to the realization of what you were doing, you loosened your grip on his shirt and pulled away slightly, you kept your eyes on the ground. Letting out a short callous laugh, you spoke softly "Aren't you going to say ''I told you so?"

"Why would I do that?" His voice came out softer than you were expecting "I was the one who was wrong."

Looking up and meeting his gaze, your brow creased in confusion. Seeing this, he continued "You caught the creature just like you said you would. None of us expected there to be a second one, anyone would have been caught off guard." You saw his gaze soften a bit "I never should have doubted you. In reality, I knew you were capable, I was simply...afraid of you being alone, in case something like this happened. "

You felt heat rising up your neck and ears, and your heart now pounded out of sheepishness, rather than fear. "And you came anyway. Even though you said you wouldn't."

Bringing up his hands, he placed them on the sides of your arms. Looking back down at the ground, you did not see him lean in closer to you as he spoke "I couldn't get over the fear of losing you."

His comment, catching you off guard, caused you to look back up into his eyes. As you did so, your nose and lips brushed his as you found him much closer to your face than before.

Startled by the sudden closeness, you pulled away a bit, your eyes locked for a moment, before you stepped back, unsure of how to react. As you did, Peter moved his hand to grip your elbow, stopping you. Locking eyes again for a moment, you could both see into the hidden emotion behind the deep gaze.

Suddenly, Peter pulled you towards him, and before you could question him, his lips pressed against yours as he abruptly kissed you, passionately, and almost desperately as he wrapped is arms around you once again.

After a moment of surprise, you found yourself giving in to his action, as you brought your hands to his chest your hands gripping his shirt once again as you leaned into the kiss.

You weren't sure how long passed before you were suddenly distracted, as movement and a throaty growl came from the creature lying nearby. Pulling away from one another suddenly, you looked over at the creature. It was still unconscious, but beginning to stir a bit.

Peter, stepping away from you, illicited another shock to the creature to insure it remained stunned. Looking back at you, he let out a small huff of air "We should deal with this-" He motioned to the creature, "-before we get back to this", he then motioned between the two of you.

You nodded in agreement, repressing an amused smile. You weren't sure what to think of how your evening turned out. Or how it changed to drastically so many times. But at least it ended much better than you could imagine.

xx End xx

I hate endings, they're so hard to make right lol.

Anyways, hope you liked it. I am trying to get through my requests, especially the older ones, like this one lol.

[prettywhenibleed]

𝕳𝖊'𝖘 𝕬𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 (He's Already Dead)

Pt 2

G/NReader x Poly!Lost Boys

Okay. So here’s part 2. There will be a part 3 and if there will be anymore, I’ll say so when I post the next part.

TW: Vague mentions of abuse, that pretty much it. Mostly fluff.

It’s been a few days since our little altercation with the asshole on the boardwalk and things were back to normal. Well, except the fact that I was finding it harder and harder to try and ignore my feelings for the boys. I mean, how could these four incredibly attractive and amazing guys ever feel the same way for me? My insecurities and low self esteem from years of verbal and sometimes physical abuse, have made me feel like I’ll never be good enough for anyone. What if I tell them how I feel and they say they don’t feel the same? What if they laugh? What if, by telling them my true feelings, I completely ruin the best thing that has ever happened to me? I was so lost in my own spiralling thoughts that I didn’t even realise Dwayne was standing I front on me, trying to get my attention. “You with us y/n?” He asked softly, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Hmm? Oh. Uhh, yeah. Sorry. I was just lost in thought.” I told him. Not meeting his gaze. “Mind sharing with the group?” David asked, raising a brow in question. I looked at him for a second, then looked away, shaking my head. “It’s nothing. Nothing important.” I tell them. By now, they are all watching me. Looking for any sign of what could be wrong. “Aw, come on babe. You can tell us.” Marko said with a smile. “Yeah. Especially if it’s a sexy thought.” Paul added, wiggling his eyebrows at me.  That promptly earned him a smack to the back of his head and a glare from Dwayne. I sighed. They weren’t going to let this go until I fessed up. “Look. I don’t want to talk about it here, okay. Can we go somewhere more private?” I asked. David nodded and signalled for everyone to get on their bikes to leave. I went to get on the back of Dwayne’s bike, but David stopped me. “You’re riding with me.” He said. I looked at him, then made my way over to his bike and got on. We rode away from the boardwalk and to a secluded part of the beach.

The whole way, I was trying to figure out how I was going to tell them. Do I just come out with it? Like, hey guys. I know you won’t feel the same way, but I’m in love with you. All four of you….. God. How would that even work? Before I could think too hard on it, we had stopped. The boys turned off their bikes and got off. David helped me off of his bike and looked at me. “So. Care to tell us what’s got you so distracted tonight y/n?” David asked. The others now watching me too. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and went for the straight forward option. “I’m in love with you guys. Look. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I needed to tell you all how I feel. I also know I’ve probably just ruined our friendship by saying this bu-“ my rambling confession was cut off by Paul and Marko almost tackling me with a hug. “We love you too sugar!” Paul said. “Yeah, we’ve loved you since we first saw you babe.” Marko added. I stood there in shock. My silence made them pull back from the hug and look at me. “You okay there?” Marko asked slowly. I blinked a few times and slightly shook my head. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” I told them. “You don’t look fine.” Dwayne said with a slightly worried look on his face. “Sorry, it’s just.” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “I honestly didn’t expect you guys to return my feelings.” I told them truthfully. “Now, why would you think that?” David said as he took a step closer to me, reaching to hold my chin with his gloved hand. “I don’t know. I just. I didn’t think I was good enough.” I said. Dwayne came to stand next to me and ran his hand through my hair, before letting it rest on my neck. “You’re more than good enough y/n. If anything, you’re TOO good for US.” He said softly. We all stood there quietly for a few moments until Paul broke the silence. “So….. does this mean you’re ours now?” He asked hopefully.  I smiled and looked at him. “Yeah. Well, at least I hope it does.” I said. “You were ours from the first night we saw you.” David said, leaning in closer to my face. “And we are yours. Forever.” He finished. “We will always be yours. We will always protect you. We love you prince/ss.” Dwayne added. “I love you guys too.” I told them. 

I can’t believe that they feel the same way. I can’t believe that they’ve felt this way the whole time. “How come you guys never said anything before?” I asked. “We wanted you to come to us. For it to be your decision.” Marko replied. “Okay well, next time, please just tell me.” I said with a laugh. Man. We could have avoided so much and been together this whole time. I mean I guess I could have said something sooner. “YOU could have told US sooner too babe.” Marko responded with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah.” I said, waving my hand. 

. .

.

“So…. Does this mean we can make out now?” Paul asked with a grin. 

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[yeetusdabussy]

Sorry for anon. But DMC boys plus V receiving blowjob from a shy G/N SO.

NSFW indeed. Let's hear your juice and spice.

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┊┊🌙 Ageless Blogs DNI

┊ !BJ,G/Nreader, shy reader.

┊❁Dante, Vergil, V, and Nero.

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Dante

��Mans is pumped!! He knows you're shy but seeing this side of you gets him going like some 20yr old frat kid. But ofc he'll let you go at your own pace, he's getting head so he's pleased either way.

•He will praise you, telling you how of a good job you're doing, letting you know how good he's feeling. And oh can't forget the gently cheek caresses he gives you.

•THIS MAN IS KISSING YOU AFTER YOU'RE DONE HE DOESN'T CARE!! Real men kiss you after you swallowed a thousand kids and their souls

(｀･ω･´)b

" shit, just like that baby. You treat me so well ~." He smirks at your form, his hand on the top of your head. You look up at him through your eyelashes and felt your arousal grow at the way he was staring at you with a shit eating grin. "Heh, your arousal is getting stronger. I can smell it." He teased,

Vergil

•oh jeez you poor soul, you went for the evil twin! He's gonna be gentle..... Maybe..depends on how work went and if dante irritated him enough.

•sometimes he's fucking your throat and beating the back of your throat as a warning that your insides is next and them guts too. Or he's gently guiding your head to his liking until you learn how to do it on your own.

•He's more of the degrading/praise side so he mixes it up for you. He wants you to know how you look sucking his cock but he also wants you to know he loves you as well....while..sucking his cock...

"You're taking me so well, but I'm sure you can do better than that, can't you?~" All you could do was mumble against his cock, sending vibrations to it. He would groan and grip your hair before bucking his hips, "you cheeky little slut, you did that on purpose didn't you?"

Nero

•awe sucking the evil twin son cock huh? Damn shame. You outta be ashamed! But its worth it, especially the way he has his head thrown back, whimpering into broken moans.

•He's shy too! He's gonna praise you and worship the way your mouth works on him. Honestly he rather be going down on you, but if you insist he's not gonna stop you. He's just embarrassed and shy about his noisy ass moans!

•He looks so sweet looking at you with admiration and red cheeks. Shit even the tip of his ears are red.

"Y-you feel so good around me like that, p-please keep going babe." He throws his head back, his hands gripping the sheets, he doesn't wish to grip your head or skin due to the fear of hurting his sweet baby. "i-im so close, please fuck, just a little deeper ~."

BONUS!

V

•He's very pleased! But he does prefer going down on you just like Nero. But the way he feels your mouth work him has him a complete mess.

•Nothing but soft praises and gentle touches. He wants you to feel comfortable and completely safe in his care. He gives you such a loving expression as you work your magic

•the sounds that come out his mouth will have you crumbling beneath him. Even like this he still has soft Dom energy ∠( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° 」∠ )_

"My love, you know you- fuck, you know you don't have to." He let's out a soft hiss and bites his bottom lip before running his fingers through his hair. "Your mouth feels so heavenly around me like this."

[swoftbambi]

AOT Job Headcannons♡

Parings: Levi Ackerman X Fem!Reader ,, Eren Jaeger x G!NReader. (idk why i wrote it like that) ,, modern AU

Description: What would they do when they come to your workplace.

Levi Ackerman:

You were babysitting kids at a daycare and your boyfriend so happened to come in to bring you lunch.

The doorbell dinged and Levi came in to drop off your meal until he saw you reading a story to the kids.

“And then the big bad wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down” You look up from the children’s book to see your boyfriend staring at you waving the little baggie in his hand.

“One second guys”, you place the book on the chair and walk over to Levi giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Miss Y/N is that your boyfriend?” a little girl asked.

“Yuck she kissed him!” another kid screamed.

The whole class started making gagging noises towards you two and Levi just rolled his eyes handing you your lunch.

“This is why I cant have kids,” he states before dipping you down for another kiss. Hoping he would get another reaction from the kids and he was right.

“Get a room!”, one kid yelled as the others made the annoying gagging sounds from before.

You rolled your eyes and Levi walked out the building, “See you later, darling”

Eren Jaeger:

When it was your first day at your new job. You weren’t expecting a load of work. You were a drive through cashier and you were taking orders.

“Hi welcome to Burger King, what can i get you today?”

“Uh can I get a whopper please and a side of fries”

You noticed the voice and you immediately knew who it was.

“Eren?”, you asked surprisingly.

“Hi babe!”

A couple minutes later after trying to ask him why he came, you he was holding up the drive-thru line and it was backed up. Not only that but people were honking like crazy.

When you got home he told you that you did an amazing job at work and he would come back tomorrow for another burger.

sorry if this is kinda bad i just thought of the idea two seconds ago.

© 2021 all rights reserved flavoni do not copy, repost, edit, and/or plagiarize any of my works.

[goldnn-harry]

could we get a request where the reader is harry's assistant and closest friend and they have feelings for each other but wont admit, but than the reader gets sick and it's appendicitis she faints while harry is getting ready for his show one night.

y/n couldn't admit to herself she had a crush on harry. given the fact that harry was famous and she wasn't, it made her feel like a crazy fan.

of course she wasn't, she had been harry's assistant for 2 years, and one of his most supportive friends for even longer.

“did they bring the outfit already?” y/n asked harry.

“yep, no need to worry love,” harry smiled.

“okay, good. i already told jenny to play a few more songs. sarah needs time to nurse.”

harry hummed in agreement.

harry was full aware of his crush on y/n and he admitted it himself, unlike her who ignored her own feelings. he's always thought she was a very pretty, nice girl, but in the past two months those feelings have definitely increased.

y/n sat down and drank some water from a bottle. she wrinkled her nose slightly and set the bottle back down.

“you alright?”

“yeah, just a bit of nausea.” y/n touched her forehead lightly and felt a very light coat of sweat on it. she didn't think anything of it, since she had been walking back and forth a lot.

“did you eat?”

“yes, i did. it'll go away soon. have you gotten your hair and makeup done already?”

“yes, y/n. stop stressing,”

she hummed and smiled. “it's what you pay me for,”

“nooo, i pay you to help me with certain things. not for you to stress unnecessarily,”

“whatever you say, styles.” she smiled teasingly and walked over to him. looking down at him—since he was sitting—she fixed the collar of his shirt.

her body wobbled slightly and she had to close her eyes too steady herself. with a hand on harry's shoulder, she took a light breath.

“wow, are you sure you're okay?”

“yeah yeah, i'm okay,” she opened her eyes, “bit dizzy that's all.”

“dizzy and nauseous? are you sure you ate?”

she nodded again.

“when was the last time you ate?”

“like 2 hours ago, when we all ate together.”

harry nodded, “eat this.” he reached over to his bag and grabbed a granola bar.

y/n murmured a thank you and ate the granola bar in silence after sitting.

after finishing it, she layed back on her chair.

“20 minutes until you go up, remember,” she mumbled.

“yes love, i remember.” harry stood up and walked over to her, placing a hand on her forehead.

“you're catching a fever. that's why you're dizzy.”

“no no that's not true, i'm okay. go get dressed,”

“y/n-”

“go get dressed harry, really,”

harry sighed and did as she told him. however, when he got back y/n was clutching her side while crouching over.

“y/n what's wrong?” harry quickly walked over to her side and helped her stand.

“it hurts, here,” she moaned slightly in pain while motioning to her side.

“that's your appendix love- here, lay do-” harry couldn't finish what he was saying, because in that moment y/n collapsed on the floor.

shit, shit, shit!

harry quickly layed her body on the couch again and touched her forehead. she was burning up, as expected. he looked at the time, he had around 15 minutes left before he had to go on stage. but during no circumstances was he going to leave y/n here fainted and alone.

he grabbed his phone and sent a quick message to jeff, letting him know he'd need a bit more extra time.

“come on y/n, open those pretty eyes.”

after 5 minutes, y/n finally woke up.

“harry..” she blinked a couple times and looked around.

“hi love, how do you feel? you fainted.”

“i did? i guess i'm alright, tired.”

“you scared me love. does it still hurt?”

“no, not really. i'm sorry i scared you.”

harry stared at her for a while. was this it? is this when he was going to tell her about his feelings?

y/n immediately gasped, “harry! the show!”

“shh shh, calm down lovie. i asked for extra time, it's alright,”

“oh..” she layed back down, “why did you?”

“so i could make sure you were okay,”

“why would you do that?”

harry chuckled slightly, “isn't it obvious?”

“what is?”

“you're so clueless my love,”

she blushed slightly, “what are you talking about?”

“i like you y/n.”

she gasped slightly, “you do?”

he nodded, “very much.”

“but as in more than friends?”

“yes darling,”

“i.. i like you too harry,”

harry grinned, he was so relieved. he pulled her up and kissed her firmly.

“i'm so glad you do.”

“i have liked you for a while.. i was just scared to say something because i felt like i'd looked obsessed or something.”

“why obsessed?”

“well cause i'm not famous,”

“that doesn't make you obsessed love,”

“i know, but it's still weird since our lives are so different. i felt like i was going to sound like one of those 14 year old girls that are completely obsessed with you,”

he chuckled, “you don't,”

she smiled, “good. now get on that stage, i'll be okay.”

“are you sure?”

“i promise.”

“good,” harry smiled and kissed her. “i'll see you after, and we're going to the doctor by the way.”

she rolled her eyes, but she loved how much he cared, and he knew that.

[prettywhenibleed]

𝕳𝖊'𝖘 𝕬𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 (He's Already Dead)

Pt 4

G/nReader x Poly!Lost Boys

TW: None, just fluff and lighthearted teasing

Once we got to the boardwalk, Marko and Paul immediately drag me off to go on rides and play the games on the boardwalk. It was a lot of fun. Yelling with them while we rode some of the more adrenaline inducing rides. I also didn’t mind being sandwiched between them. And playing some of the games and winning each other prizes. I even made sure to win something for David and Dwayne. As Marko, Paul and I walked back to them, I couldn’t stop the big grin I had on my face. “You have fun there y/n?” David asked with a smirk. Dwayne was also looking at me with his own smile. “YEP! Look! I won you guys something each.” I told them with a proud smile. I handed Dwayne a bear plushie. “Thank you prince/ss. I love it.” He said with a sweet smile as he took the bear from me and then pulled me into a hug and kissed my head. I hugged him back then pulled away to look at him. “I’m glad you like it. It’s cute. Just like you.” I told him. He just chuckled and gave me another kiss.

I then turned to David and went to hand him his prize, which was a green frog plushie, but then pulled it back. “Wait. Is this going to ruin your bad boy reputation if you’re seen with a plushie?” I asked him teasingly. He stepped closer to me and gave me a look. “If you don’t give me my prize, I’m going to be very upset.” He said menacingly but still in a joking and teasing way. I grinned and put his plushie in his open hand. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He said, then pulled me into him. “You like it?” I asked. David looked down at the green frog plushie in his hand and smiled. “I do. It reminds me of you.” He said with a grin. I quirked my eyebrow at him. He just laughed. “It’s small and funny looking.” He joked. I gave him a pout. “If you’re gonna be mean, I’m just going to take it back.” I went to grab the frog but David moved it away from me. “I’m kidding sweetheart. I love it. Really.” He told me, then brought me into a kiss. I was frozen in surprise at first, this being the first time I had kissed any of them on the lips, but quickly melted into it. Davids lips were soft and the kiss was possessive but still gentle in a way. 

“Awww man. No fair! You got their first kiss!” Paul complained. David and I pulled away, leaving me breathless and I hid my face in his jacket, knowing I’d be red. “You snooze you lose.” Is all David said. After I saw sure the redness was gone from my face, I turned to Paul. “You know, that was only my first kiss with David. You will still technically get a first kiss. My first kiss with You.” I told him. That cause Paul to break out into a wide grin and move closer to me. “Well sugar pie, you better buckle up, cause my kiss is gonna rock your world.” He said with a smirk and a wink. He then proceeded to pull me from David’s side, into him and into a kiss. My god. These boys are going to be the death of me. Like David’s, Paul’s lips were soft. But while David’s kiss was more possessive, Paul’s was more gentle, yet eager. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he deepened the kiss.

After a few moments, Marko fake coughed. Breaking away from Paul’s lips, I was yet again left beet red and breathless. “Okay. Enough making out.” Dwayne said. “You’re just jealous they haven’t made out with you yet.” Paul teased Dwayne, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. And to be honest, Dwayne was a bit jealous, but he’d never admit that to anyone. Besides, he knew he’d get his kiss. “Is it my turn yet babe?” Marko said with a teasing grin. I was hiding my face in my hands, embarrassed that I had just made out with two guys on the boardwalk, in front of all these people. Not that I minded kissing them. No. But it’s just.. I’d never even kissed anyone until now. And two guys in the span of like a minute of each other. “Leave them alone Marko.” Dwayne said, sensing my embarrassment. “Fine! But I’m just letting you know now. I’m a way better kisser than Paul. So you better be ready babe.” Marko teased. Paul was offended by such a statement and proceeded to start arguing with Marko on how he’s “the best guy anyone can make out with.” And how he obviously is the best kisser since he “left me speechless with his make out skills.”

The two of them continued to screw around while I just walked over to Dwayne, knowing he wasn’t going to tease me for getting all red faced and embarrassed. And I was right to after David decided to speak up. “You’re looking pretty red over there y/n.” He said with a smirk. I just groaned and buried my face into Dwayne’s jacket. Dwayne just wrapped his arms around me and smiled. At least one of them isn’t going to tease me. “You guys are so mean.” I said to David, although my voice was slightly muffed by Dwayne’s jacket. “Except for you Dwayne.” I said, causing Dwayne to chuckle a bit. “Thanks baby.” 

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Certain

12 Days of Christmas - Day Ten: Proposal

Sensory Prompts: 'Ring slipping onto finger'; 'Distant sound of a party.' & 'A hand written love letter left at your doorstep.' Requested by: @resplendentlady (first 2 prompts), & Anon (3rd prompt)

Pairing: Spock x G!NReader *maybe slightly ooc

Warnings: None! This is just fluffy fluff.

Word Count: 2.3k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Star Trek/Spock Taglist: @resplendentlady, @starfleetimagines Requested Tag: @thehetaliaotaku, @thisismeduhhh-blog

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As you began to put on your shoes, you hummed an old Christmas song to yourself. It had been a long time since you celebrated Christmas. But now that you, along with the rest of the Enterprise, were on Earth for leave over the holiday, it gave you an excuse to do just that.

A large Christmas party was being held where you were staying, for Star Fleet. It had begun nearly an hour ago, and you were getting ready to attend.

What you were most excited about, was not necessarily the party, but being able to share the Christmas holiday with Spock. The two of you had been together for a few years now, but this would be the first time you would be able to spend such a holiday with him.

He himself showed interest in the Holiday's traditions, especially how far back in Earth's history they went. He took it upon himself to research a majority of them, and you were convinced that he may now know more about Christmas than you did.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a light shuffling outside your door, followed by the sound of someone signalling their presence. Walking over, and opening the door, you were expecting to see Spock. But you were confused when no one was there. Looking down the hall, you saw no one around, and heard no noise. As you stepped out, you heard a light crunch under your foot. Looking down, you saw an envelope on the ground.

You picked up the letter, and turned it over in your hand curiously. Your curiosity rose when you saw your name written on the front in Spock's hand writing. Looking once more down the hall, you closed the door and went back inside, curious as to what Spock would send you a letter for. As well as why he would flee after delivering it.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as a thousand ideas ran through your head. Opening the envelope, you pulled out a folded letter on old parchment paper. This was the first time you had ever received a hand written letter from anyone. And one of the last people you would expect one from was Spock.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Y/n,

I am sure you are confused as to why I would give you a hand written letter such as this. To eliminate any anxieties that may arise, I will quickly tell you this letter contains nothing unpleasant.

In my research of Christmas traditions, I began to study other traditions from Earth, and came across the tradition of love letters. The most of which are hand written, and left for their lovers as a gift.

I wished to impart this tradition to you, as I know how much you enjoy when I express my feelings, though we both know I am inferior in this act. However, putting this aside, I wish to reiterate my strong feelings for you, in hopes that this brightens your mood.

I was never expecting to fall in love, let alone expecting myself to be able to develop such strong feelings in general. But I am pleased that you were able to elicit such feelings from me, and I was even more pleased, let alone surprised, that I could elicit feelings in yourself.

Though we have been together for a few years, I often find myself fearful that you may grow tired of me. That I may not show you how I feel as often as I should, or that I do not do enough to prove it.

After spending some time, dwelling on these thoughts, I know now, that I must try harder in the future. I know you have never pushed me to do this, nor required me too, but I find myself wanted to prove my feelings.

I do not wish to tell you everything I want to say in this letter. So, if you are able, I ask that you meet my in the gardens, in thirty minutes. I will be waiting for you by the large oak tree you pointed out to me the other day on our walk.

Sending this with as much feeling as these words can convey,

-Spock

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You found yourself grinning as you read through the letter. You never would have expected Spock to endeavor to do anything like this. Though it was an odd way to express himself, you knew you would hold the memory, and the letter in your heart for years.

Wondering more now, what Spock wished to say to you in person began to weigh on your mind. You looked at the clock, and read that Spock intended to you to meet him at precisely at twenty-hundred hours (8pm). Which was now in 25 minutes.

You grew nervous, and held a jittering excitement in your chest as you finished getting ready and headed down to the party.

As you walked down the hallway towards the main room, you could hear the distant sound of the party. Mumbled conversation, laughter, clinking glasses, and classic Christmas music began to fill your ears the closer you got.

Entering into the large room, you were surprised at how packed it was. The room was large, but almost every space was filled with people or tables or food and drink. Every face you recognized was paired with a smile. You greeted your closer friends, and hugged those you had not seen recently.

As you moved through the crowd, your eyes searched for Spock. You knew you would see him in twenty minutes, but you wanted to meet his eyes. To maybe get a hint of his demeanor, would he be nervous, excited, or his usual impassive self when in a group of people.

Seeing Jim peaking through a crowd of people, you craned your neck to look at the people he was with. Seeing only McCoy, Uhura, and Scotty, you felt a pang of disappointment.

Was he already waiting for you in the garden? Should you go now? No. He would not want that.

Your thoughts stood still when you spotted him in the crowd across the room. He was speaking to some star fleet officers you did not recognize. You spotted him looking around the room, and wondered if he was looking for you. As his eyes grazed past the area you were standing, you frowned as he did not spot you.

You let out a dissatisfied breath as you debated walking closer. But as someone tugged on your arm from behind, you turned to see a friend you had long missed.

Glancing at the large clock on the wall, you pushed back your anxiety, and began to embrace and reunite joyfully with your friend, allowing yourself to distract your thoughts for the remaining fifteen minutes.

After talking with your friend for a short while, your eyes absent-mindedly glancing at the clock every few minutes, they left to go find their partner. Leaving you to seek out a drink, as you waited impatiently for the last five minutes to pass.

Saying hello to some more people you knew, you looked once more at the clock, seeing there was two minutes left. Looking back to where you had last seen Spock, your heart jolted a bit as you caught sight of him exiting through the back doors leading outside.

Taking a deep breath, you set down your drink and began to slip through the crowd, giving Spock some space to get to the oak tree first.

As you exited the building, you were caught off guard by the cold chill of the night. Looking out onto the gardens, you could see the top of the oak tree rising at the back of the garden.

Quickly making your way there, you began to think anxiously on what Spock wanted to say to you. You knew it would be in part, a confession of his feelings, though you already knew of those. But the idea of Spock putting his heart on his sleeve made you giddy with curiosity. He often told you how he felt with blunt compliments and reminders of his love, as well as the occasional gift. And that was enough for you, because you could see the emotion behind it. You didn't need more than that, but the idea that he wanted to give you more excited you.

As you rounded the last corner of the winding garden paths, lined with sparking light and tinsel, you spotted Spock standing underneath the large oak. Which itself was now wrapped in twinkling lights, lighting up the surrounding area.

Spock was facing away from you, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared up at the sky.

Approaching him, you softly called out. "Spock."

Spock spun around quickly at the sound of your voice, and a soft smile crossed his face as you approached. He took a step closer to meet you when you got closer.

Quickly kissing him on the cheek you smiled brightly at him. "I never knew you'd have such a graceful voice in writing."

The side of his mouth quirked up at your comment. "I was unsure if it would convey the emotion I intended. Hand writing letters to those who are not officials, is not a hobby I have taken part in."

"Well I never wold have guessed that." You said with a hint of teasing. "I loved the letter Spock, it definitely caught me off guard, but only in the best way."

His smile grew a little bit as he bowed his head slightly. "I- " He began, but stopped short, as he seemed to be unsure of what to say.

You were astonished to find him nervous, and it reminded you of years earlier when he had first confessed his feelings towards you.

"I am uncharacteristically unable to say what I want properly." He finally said, his tone holding underlying disappointment.

You smiled softly at him as you took a small step closer, placing your palms gently on his chest. "That's alright Spock, you can take your time. But, if it is just that you want to tell me how you feel, I do know Spock. Just because you aren't the best at expressing your feelings verbally, does not mean that I don't know them."

He stared into your eyes, and a soft smile ghosted his lips. Bringing up his hand, he gently caressed your cheek before planting a soft and quick kiss to your lips.

"I know you see my feelings, even better than most. And I am glad. But those feelings are not the only thing I wish to express. I wish to-" He paused as he gathered his words. "I wish to express what I want our mutual feelings to show to others."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean."

Spock cleared his throat a bit as he looked around, as if checking to make sure you were alone. "Since you are not Vulcan, and we are on Earth, celebrating an Earthly tradition, I thought it might be more appropriate to endeavor to suit your traditions, rather than Vulcan." As Spock stepped back, and began to kneel down on one knee, you felt your breath catch in your throat. Reaching into his pocket, you watched as he pulled out a small black box, and upon opening it, you saw a beautiful engagement ring. "I am not fully accustomed to how a human marriage proposal should be conveyed, apart from the customary confession of feelings. So, Y/n, I wish to reiterate, that I love you. That I had never imagined myself to feel so bound to someone as much as I a to you. I wish greatly, to be with you for as long as our lives allow. I never wish to be apart from you, and hope that you would agree to marry me."

As he spoke, you felt tears swelling in your eyes as your heart pumped heavily in your chest. Though you desired to spend the rest of your human life with Spock, you were never sure if he would wish to be married to you.

Nodding your head, you were almost speechless from your overwhelming emotions. But choking out a "Yes." Spock smiled in relief and pleasure.

Taking your hand in his, he locked eyes with you as he slipped the ring onto your finger. Then, pressing a soft kiss to your hand, he stood and met your eyes again.

Grinning, you wrapped your hands around his neck and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you tighter and was unable to repress his heavy emotions and happiness, and in this moment, allowed himself to embrace in them.

Pulling away, he looked into your eyes, and brought his hands to your face, before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss was gentle, and lasted a few moments before you both pulled away.

You smiled sweetly at him, before admitting your inner struggle, "Are you sure Spock? I know how complicated it will be for a Vulcan to be with a human, and I don't want you-"

"I am sure." He cut you off. "More than I have been about anything. I do not want you to worry about my decision. I am certain that I wish to spend our lives together."

You nodded your head in understanding. "I am too."

He smiled brighter now as he held your hand in his. "I must now admit, that though I did have the intention to propose to you at a point in the near future. I did learn that it is often a Christmas tradition on Earth for someone to propose to their partner. And I found I could not resist."

You chuckled softly. "I'm glad you could not. I couldn't think of a better way to spend Christmas." You paused for a moment as you studied his face. "I love you Spock."

He returned your smile as he squeezed your hands. "And I love you. Forever."

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