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part one - 961 words
a/n: i was aiming to use more simple language/writing style as i was trying to tell it from a younger perspective so i promise it will improve! but please let me know if there’s anything i should correct. also i am using some elements of NATLA but this is following the timeline of ATLA and following that.
You laugh, throwing your head back to hit your fathers chest as he holds you still in his lap. Your brother is tickling your stomach while your mother plants kisses along your forehead. You’re breathless, loved, the last few drops of sun drip through the window and nothing can go wrong.
Your family sit on one of the tables of your parents tea shop. It is closed now, but the smell of jasmine and lemon still floats about. You are six. You can’t imagine anything better.
For a while, this is your life. You learn to carry tea and everyone adores you. The Fire nation guards who frequent the shop on their route know you by name, and ruffle your hair when they see you. They seem so brave and powerful. Your father has been talking to them more and more frequently. You don’t notice this, but Yuze does. Your brother is very perceptive.
One day, your mother takes you to the market. When you arrive, there is a large crowd. Soldiers line the streets, and you see some sort of parade. Your mother tells you it is the Fire Lord and his family. They are being carried by guards in a sedan chair. There is a boy with dark hair. He looks your age. For a moment, you lock eyes and it feels as if the world has stopped, but then the parade continues and your mother pulls you away to look at some fruit.
You are eight. One night, your father looks nervous when you sit down for dinner. What is there to be nervous about?
He is joining the Fire nation army. He says it will bring great honour to the family. It is his duty. He says he is leaving in a month. You cry a lot. You don’t understand completely, but you know that your father will be going away for a long time.
“Goodbye, my little Dragonfly.” He lifts you into his arm, placing a kiss on your forehead. You sob into his neck.
“Promise you will come home?” You whisper, tears blurring your vision. “Pinky-promise?”
“I promise I will do my best to come home.” He links his finger with yours. There’s something behind his eyes. Something you can’t recognise yet.
You hold your brothers hand as you watch him leave in a cart full of other soldiers.
He dies two weeks later in an Earth bender attack. Your mother dies a month later, but really she died the second she heard the news. She locked herself in her room and stopped eating and drinking, so it was to be expected. Your brother, who is twelve, makes sure to protect you from as much as he can. You can tell that he’s angry, but you’re not sure what he is angry at.
After a while, the pain of your loss soothes and becomes a steady part of your life. Yuze kept running the tea shop, as what else was there to do? Nobody seemed to question a teenager and a child living together, and it soon became your normality.
Both non-benders, you and your brother had much in common. For one, your shared love of stories. In the nights where the house was too cold and you couldn’t afford anymore firewood you warmed yourselves with Yuze’s words - warm and sweet like pudding. He told you stories of the Avatar: the great, powerful being who kept the balance of our world, promising his return. He told you the stories that your father had told when you were both younger that promised a better life someday.
However, your biggest disagreement was in his joining of the army. The second he was old enough, he began training. Yuze believed that he was forging a better life for the two of you, as he would be making far more than what your little tea shop brought in. You were furious when he had told you - he was risking his life out there. He knew what happened to your father. Money paled in comparison to your Yuze.
When Yuze received the word that he had passed his soldier training, you were the first person he had told. As his younger sister, you would be the receiver of the benefits of your brother joining the 41st Division - not that there were many.
He was sixteen, and old enough to be expected to go and fight for his nation. It was the honourable thing to do. And for a short while, everything was perfect. His division were employed to guard the city, and Yuze came back every evening unharmed and with a small stack of gold. He told you stories of the things he had seen, and the current gossip among the soldier boys. Shortly after, you joined the fire nation nurses as an apprentice. You were only twelve, but they didn’t seem to care. You were greedy for knowledge and an excellent help.
Life seemed to have settled down again. You still missed your parents desperately but the pain had started to fade. You ran the tea shop half the week, and the other half you learnt to be a nurse. Your brother brought home good money and you awaited him each night with a ready ear and a home cooked meal.
Until Prince Zuko was banished from the Nation and the 41st Division was sent with him. Yuze was to be shipped off on a futile and dangerous hunt for the avatar, and it was all Prince Zuko’s fault. When Yuze told you, you felt a strange mix of fury and despair. You clenched your fists as you held back tears.
You were losing the one person you had left, and it was all because of a dishonoured Prince.
#i love my fireboy#xreaders#zuko x y/n#prince zuko#zuko x oc#atla zuko#zuko fanfic#zuko x you#avatar zuko#enemies to lovers#enemies to friends to lovers
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I have a cute idea for a Ron Fic where he takes polyjuice potion and fills in for Harry’s classes for a day - when he’s in charms a Hufflepuff girl asks him (as Harry) “you’re Ron’s friend right?” And then he gets flustered and wants to meet her as himself because no one ever thinks of him first he’s always “Harry’s friend” not the other way around
POLYJUICE
omg i loved this idea i’m sorry if i didn’t write it how you wanted!
she/her - fluff ☁️
It felt strange, watching the Polyjuce potion do it’s magic. Harry had begged Ron to cover for him for a day, and after he promised some big favours, Ron couldn’t turn the offer down.
The day had dragged on, and Ron wasn’t the most academic anyway. He almost couldn’t remember why he agreed to do an extra day of school. The worst was potions by far. He got bullied enough by Snape as himself, and it only got worse as Harry. Looking back, though, he supposed it was all worth it. Because he met her.
He already knew of her, of course. She was (y/n) (l/n). She was a Hufflepuff, known for how sweet and kind she was. She was also drop-dead-gorgeous, so obviously Ron had never spoken a word to her.
Ron arrived late to Charms, mentally apologising to Harry as he walked in. Apparently, the seating arrangements had been changed, and (y/n) was now sat next to Harry. Lucky git.
She smiled at him as he sat down, and Ron had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Of course she was into the whole ‘boy who lived thing’. Who bloody wasn’t!
“Hello.” She whispered, smiling cutely. “I’m (y/n).”
“I’m R-Harry.” Merlin, she was making him nervous. He tried to avoid making eye contact with her after noticing that she has very pretty eyes.
“I know.” Of course she did. “Because you’re Ron Weasleys friend, aren’t you? He used to sit next to my friend in Potions. She always said he was so funny. I always hoped I’d get to talk to him one day.”
Ron felt himself blush. She knew Harry because of him? No way. Maybe she was a muggle, that would explain it. (y/n) wanted to talk to him! Merlin, how he wished he didn’t look like his best friend right now. No one ever thought of Harry as Ron’s best friend, it was always the other way around.
“I- uh- I guess I could arrange… that. You two, y’know, meeting.” Ron fumbled with his words, feeling the tips of his ears growing red.
“Oh, would you! Thank you, Harry. That’s so nice.” She grinned, and Ron felt winded. She really was beautiful.
“You won’t tell him, will you?” Her face dropped, and she looked nervous.
“Tell him what?” Ron was confused. Girls are so weird. Why wouldn’t Harry tell him? How are they supposed to meet if Harry didn’t tell him.
“That- you know… well, maybe next time I see you talking, I’ll come over and talk to you and then you can introduce us?” She nibbled at her lip nervously. Ron tried not to stare.
“Can’t you just, like, go and introduce yourself after class?” His confusion overtook however flustered he might feel.
“No! He might think I’m weird.” She leant a little closer and lowered her voice. “I need to make a good impression.” Ron felt his heartbeat quicken as she drew closer.
“I-I don’t think he will, (y/n).” He mumbled, sure that if he was in his usual body he would be bright red by now.
“Just introduce us next time you see us, okay?” She looked at him with pleading eyes.
“Sure.” He smiled to himself.
They talked more throughout the lesson, and Ron weirdly felt himself getting jealous. She was laughing at his jokes, and even though it was actually Ron dressed up, she thought she was talking to Harry. The whole thing made his head hurt.
As they left the classroom, (y/n) stopped him with a soft hand on his arm that sent tingles throughout his body.
“Remember to introduce us, okay!”
Merlin, she really wanted to meet him. Why on earth would she want to that badly? She just spoke to the boy who lived, and all she could talk about was his best friend. Maybe he shouldn’t introduce himself. She obviously had something wrong with her.
“Why do you want to meet him so bad?” He mumbled, only half expecting her to hear.
“You haven’t guessed? If you promise not to tell him…” She spoke quietly, with a conniving smirk that still somehow made her look sweet, and Ron nodded eagerly.
“I think he’s cute.” She giggled.
He was sure that his entire face was purple by now, and his palms grew sweaty. There’s no way a girl as pretty and nice as (y/n) would like him!
“Hey, Harry. Your hair… it’s starting to get really light. I didn’t notice that before. Some parts are almost ginger.” She looked confused.
“Oh! Yep, let Neville try out a new spell and it didn’t really work, so- you know, uh, I’ve really gotta go now.” Ron panicked, if she realised, she would never want to go out with him.
He sped off, cheeks flushed and heart racing for more reasons than one. As he watched his features come back in the mirror of his dorm, he smiled slightly.
“You thought about what favour you want from me yet?” Harry asked, watching Ron turn back to normal.
“I think I have an idea.”
#xreaders#ron weasley#ron weasley x reader#weasley x reader#harry potter x reader#harry potter#ron weasley fanfiction#ron weasley x you
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harry potter masterlist
golden trio era
ron weasley
polyjuice (fluff)
marauders era
james potter
happy birthday (angst to fluff)
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do i start writing a slow-burn enemies to lovers Zuko X Reader 10 part (ish) story post the drabbles/one-shots that would probably be a part of it if i ended up writing it? help
#prince zuko#atla#xreaders#zuko x reader#avatar x reader#zuko x y/n#zuko x you#zuko x oc#atla x reader
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It's my birthday today! Can you make something where the marauders surprise the reader with a party in the Gryffindor common room? And James has feelings for the reader and vice versa.
Happy Birthday!
SHE/HER in which james plans a surprise birthday party for his crush. i know you didn’t ask for angst and i’m sorry that it ended up going this was but HAPPY ENDING!!! including: matchmaker remus,lily,mary and marlene, cw: light swearing, drinking. Also i haven’t written for the marauders in like a year so they might be very ooc and badly written rn soz 😭 not proofread cuz I rushed to get it finished today before ur birthday was over lol!!
You knew something was off as soon as you woke up. It was the 24th of September. Your 16th birthday. And no one seemed to have remembered. 16 was a big deal, you thought. So why had everyone forgotten this one?
Every birthday morning for the past five years, you had been woken by Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon and Mary Macdonald settling themselves into your bed to watch you open their presents. This was repeated for each girls birthday: the four of you giggling and shoving one another until inevitably someone fell out of the bed, mock arguments over whoever had bought the best present. It was your tradition.
So, when you had awoken that September morning, and found not only your bed empty, but also your dorm, it was difficult to hold back the tears. You checked the clock, the date, maybe you had woken up too early, maybe you had gotten the days mixed up?
But everything was in order, and it was nearly nine. Breakfast wasn’t even served until half-past on weekends, and anyway, you would always be late on birthdays, spending time thanking each other before you even started to head out.
Sighing, you dragged yourself out of bed, hesitating in front of the bathroom mirror. You smoothed out your hair, washed your face and threw on your robes. As you headed out the dormitory, you expected to see the boys waiting for you. Maybe the girls had forgotten, the boys wouldn’t, would they?
★
“Guys, I feel so bad. She’s going to be so upset when she wakes up.” Mary sighed, sinking onto the end of Remus’ bed.
“I promise it will all be worth it, Mary. She will love it!" James grinned, excitably pacing across the boy's dorm, before pausing at the window where Lily had settled on the indoor ledge.
“You’re just hoping that she’ll love you, after all of this.” She sighed, flicking James’ forehead as his skin grew warm at the accusation.
“No…” He hesitated. “I’m doing this because (y/n) is my best friend and I want her to have the best 16th.”
“Hey, I thought I was your best friend.” Sirius sent a mock-glare at James from where he sat on the floor, leant against the wooden frame of Remus’ bed.
“Sorry, you are.” James nodded, before clarifying. “She’s my best girl-friend.”
“She’s your girlfriend?” Peter snickered.
“Shut up, Pete, that is not what I said.” James frowned, continuing his walk around the dorm, fuelled by a new wave of nervous energy.
“It kinda is, mate.” Remus looked up from the book he was studying. “And you know that (y/n) doesn’t like surprises, right?”
“What? Psh, yes she does. I think that I would know. She called me her boy best friend the other day.” James puffed out her chest proudly, leaning against the shared wooden dresser.
“No, she said that we are ‘the best boy mates anyone could ask for’ after we helped her get Pumpkin out of a tree last week.” Sirius frowned. Pumpkin was (y/n)’s orange-and-white striped cat that James has gotten her three birthdays ago.
“Okay, well, we all know that I know (y/n) the best- well, maybe second to Lily-“
“Sorry James, but I’m pretty sure me and Mary know her better than you.” Marlene laughed.
“What? What do you know that she hasn’t told me?” James demanded, walking over to where Mary sat at the end of Remus’s bed. The girls shared a look.
“We can’t tell you.” Marlene shrugged, while James narrowed his eyes at the group.
“Hm. I’m sure she’ll tell me after the party tonight. She’ll see how much I do for her, and then she’ll-” He trailed off.
“She’ll…?” Lily prompted.
“I need to tell you something.” He suddenly spoke seriously, looking at the ground. James sighed, running his fingers through his dark, dishevelled hair. “You know how you guys always joke that I like her… even though you know that I don’t actually.”
Lily and Mary shared a look, while Remus let out a slight chuckle.
“Right. Because we definitely believe you.” Sirius spoke slowly and sarcastically.
“Exactly!” James replied, purposefully ignoring his tone. “Well, it could be possible that I might have a tiny crush on her.”
“How could we ever have guessed!” Lily rolled her eyes.
“I’m so glad you finally feel brave enough to tell us!” Mary grinned.
“I’m sensing an insincere tone.” James narrowed his eyes. “Anyway, that’s why tonight has to be perfect. So then I’ll take credit for it all, and she’ll fall in love with me. It’s foolproof.”
The boys, excluding Remus, nodded enthusiastically.
“Why don’t you just… tell her?” He asked.
“Yeah, I mean, (y/n) isn’t going to confess her love for you just because you threw her a party. You might have to give her a couple… signals.” Mary gently suggested.
“Nah, I think I’m good.” James flashed a grin. “Anyway, who’s hungry? Let’s go get breakfast and find (y/n).” Sirius, Peter and James trailed out the room, satisfied with their plan. There was a pause, the girls and Remus sharing a look as the dormitory door swung closed.
“Right, so we all know that James’ plan is utter shit, right?” Remus sighed, leaning his back onto the headboard.
“And we also all know that (y/n) definitely has a crush on James too?” Lily continued.
“I honestly don’t understand how some people can be so clueless.” Marlene knocks her head against the bed post exasperatedly.
“I’m a little bit sick of watching them dance around each other, wouldn’t you guys agree?” Lily says, slyly, while the rest of the group nod in agreement.
“I think it’s time to play matchmaker.” Mary grins.
★
The boys weren’t there. Everyone has forgotten. Shrugging it off, you had settled in the common room, content to read for a while before you headed to breakfast. Until you heard a collection of voices coming from the boys dormitory.
You frowned, putting your book down and storming up the steps. You hesitated at the door, hans resting on the doorknob, before pressing your ear to the dark wood.
~ it could be possible that I might have a tiny crush on her ~ That was definitely James’ voice leaking through the door.
~ how could we ever have guessed! ~ And that was Lily.
So they were talking about James liking a girl. That was more important than your birthday? And Lily, Mary and Marlene? They knew about your long term crush on James. Why would they encourage this? Something must’ve happened over the summer. You had no idea what you’d done, but your friends obviously didn’t like you anymore.
You quickly wiped your eyes, and strode off. It was their loss, you tried to tell yourself, as you headed to breakfast. You settled on the Gryffindor benches, next to a boy you had spoken to a few times, explaining to him in a quick lie that your friends were too tired to come to breakfast.
Usually, Hogwarts breakfast would be enough to cheer anyone up, but this morning it didn’t seem to work. You stared down your plate, a multitude of pastries and fruit, but you had lost your appetite. In one morning, you’d lost all your friends, the boy you’d had a crush on for two years, and it all happened on your birthday.
“Oh, (y/n). Look, James and stuff are here.” The boy nudged her, pointing in the direction of her boys.
“Oh. I think I might stay here, if that’s alright.”
“Erm, yeah, I guess.” He seemed confused, but continued eating.
James spotted (y/n), and grinned, wildly gesturing for you to join him where they were sitting. You pretended not to see him. He frowned, feeling a pang of hurt as his crush best girl-friend blatantly ignored him.
You quickly finished your breakfast, and got up. You took a longer route out of the hall, to avoid walking past the boys. As you left, Lily, Mary, Marlene and Remus entered. You avoided eye contact, and headed straight to the library. You had some homework anyway, and they would find you in the dorm. You grabbed a couple books and settled into the plush blue chair in the corner and got to work.
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"Are you sure I shouldn't go looking for her?" Marlene was frowning as James and Sirius hoisted the sparkling (y/f/c) banner.
"Erm. Nope! I'm sure she's fine. (y/n) always liked reading. Get her in like... fifteen." James nodded self-assuringly.
The common room had been transformed. James had somehow managed to threaten convince every Gryffindor that it was a good idea to decorate it full of (y/n)-themed things. He'd sprung up banners in her favourite colours, and fireworks (something (y/n) found herself entranced by) exploded in one corner while her favourite songs played. Not to mention the abhorrent stash of alcohol he'd managed to dig up. It was nearly six pm, the time James had planned for the party to start. He felt around in his pocket, ensuring the small, black box was secure.
"I'm going to get her now. I can't let this go on any longer, she probably thinks we all forgot her birthday." Remus got up from where he had sunk into the leather sofa.
"It's probably good timing anyway." James shrugged.
★
"Hey... (y/n)?" Remus whisper-yelled into the library.
"Finally remembered I existed, did you?" (y/n) snarled. You were not very happy, after spending the entire day, your birthday, in the library.
"I'm sorry mate, I promise we remembered- just please come with me." He attempted to speak soothingly.
"I was going up soon anyway." You sighed, snapping your book shut.
The walk back to the common room was a silent affair. He could feel the awkwardness as you shot him sporadic glares. When you finally reached the portrait, Remus paused.
"I was supposed to blindfold you, but I don't think James realised how pissed you would be." He held out a thin stripe of dark red material.
"Why on earth would you blindfold me?" You tried to sound angry but confusion still laced your voice. You shook your head and muttered the password.
The painting swung open, and to your surprise James, Peter, Mary, Sirius, Lily and Marlene, with a few others in your year, leapt out from behind various objects.
"SURPRISE!" They collectively roared. You felt tears brewing, they hadn't forgotten, they were just busy planning a surprise birthday party.
"Guys! Oh, Merlin, I thought you forgot! You lot are such pricks, how could you let me think you forgot- Oh, I love you all!" Your head swirled, emotions flooding you. Your friends were so stupid, and so were you, thinking that they'd just decided that they hated you. It still didn't explain James and his crush, but you couldn't have everything.
Wishing five minutes, you had had shots thrust into your hands as well as a flask from Sirius containing Merlin-knows-what. Half an hour later you were as good as drunk.
"Guys, let's play spin the bottle!" Lily giggled, receiving a knowing nod from Remus, and sliding down the sofa until she was on the floor. You sat next to her, and a couple others joined until a small circle formed.
"Woah, (y/n), are you sure that you wanna play?" James bit his lip, a hand on your shoulder as he crouched behind you.
"Come on, Jamie, it'll be fun, I promise." You laughed, pulling him downwards by his arm, which was easy as his knees had already gone weak from the nickname.
"Birthday girl goes first! It's the law." Marlene slurred, her head leant against the brunette sat next to her.
You rolled your eyes, but ultimately agreed, and picked up the empty fire whiskey bottle. Remus got his wand ready, hoping that everyone was too far gone to notice his manipulation of the spin. You released the glass bottle with a sharp twist of your hand, and watched as it spun, round, and round, and round, until it landed on your victim.
James.
You felt your heart race and blood rush to your cheeks. James had his own flustered expression.
"We don't have to, I'll just spin again." You sighed, remembering his crush.
"NO!" He suddenly looked sheepish. "Erm, no, I mean, it's fine... Yeah. Let's do it." He stumbled over his words, and as he struggled to find more, you decided to get it over with. You leant forward, fighting off the butterflies that swirled in your stomach and thanked the fire whiskey for the liquid confidence.
You pressed your mouth to his, letting your lips part slightly. You were pretty sure that Spin the Bottle only required a peck, but once you had started, it was like you couldn't stop. James moved his mouth slightly and a new wave of butterflies flooded your system. It was like you were suddenly aware of every slight feeling, and your fingers buzzed with electricity. Everyone seemed to melt away as your 'peck' escalated into a full-on make-out with your (boy) best friend. He hesitantly lifted a hand to the back of your head, scooping a handful of your hair. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.
"Uhm." You stared at him, mouth agape as he mirrored your expression.
"That was... Nice." He looked away. You turned to see what he was looking only to see the circle staring back at you.
"Can we have the bottle please?" Someone asked, and you became aware of the cool glass in your palm. You rolled it towards them.
"(y/n)... Can we talk?" James murmured, standing up. You nodded, allowing him to pull you by the hand.
"I know, I'm sorry, I heard you talking about liking a girl earlier, and you probably just didn't want to embarrass me-" The words began to tumble from your mouth as soon as the two of you had some privacy.
"What? No, (y/n)... Er, I need to tell you something." James avoided your eyes, fumbling with something in his pocket, before pulling out a small, black box and handing it to you.
"Oh, James, it's so beautiful." You lifted the lid and saw a sleek gold necklace with a small heart charm.
"You're the girl that I like, (y/n). I've had a crush on you since like, second year. But I never thought that you might feel the same way until... that."
"I have had the biggest crush on you for the past two years, James Potter. I can't believe it took us this long to figure it out."
"We can't either!" Sirius laughed, causing the two of you to look over to see your friends watching. "We'll fuck off now, don't worry. Let you get back to your snogging."
"Fuck you, Black. I can kiss my girlfriend whenever I want to." James shouted, but the grin on his face showed that there was no anger, and you smiled as you realised the implication.
"Girlfriend?" You ask.
"Girlfriend." He confirms.
#xreaders#james potter x reader#james potter#the marauders#sirius black#peter pettigrew#remus lupin x reader#harry potter#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald
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Encanto Masterlist
bruno madrigal
The Confession
Visions (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)
I don’t like them!
Misunderstandings
Mine?
cuddling headcannons
Bruno Madrigal
Isabela and Luisa
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low-key proud of the beginning of this one, even if the ending is really rushed. i just cant write confessions, i’m sorry 😭
Just friends
steve harrington x reader (x billy hargrove?)
she/her
tw: fighting, blood, jealousy?
(y/n) (l/n) and Steve Harrington were keeping secrets from each other. This was strange, considering their 16 years of strong companionship. Best friends tell each other everything, except maybe the fact that they are madly in love with the other.
When you were younger, you hated it when people told you that ‘girls and boys can’t be just friends’. You didn’t believe it. You and Steve Harrington were best friends, nothing more and definitely nothing less.
But as you got older, you realised that the way Steve so relentlessly captured your thoughts and the way he creeped into your daydreams was not platonic. The odd sort of sickness you felt when he talked about a girl wasn’t because you thought he deserved better because those girls were stunning. You just couldn’t stand the thought of him loving anyone that wasn’t you.
You truly believed that the phrase ‘nobody is perfect’ had obviously been created before the year 1966. While the population of Hawkins may not be in entire consensus, you believed that Steve Harrington was perfect. Not a single flaw, from his unfairly gorgeous locks to his scuffed sneakers.
For Steve, he fell in love with you somewhere inbetween the sarcastic flirting and drunk kisses when you were fifteen.
Tepid summer air coated your skin like wax, seemingly impossible to shake. The fan Steve had set up by the window did practically nothing except drag more humid air across your skin.
Your legs kicked back and forth as you rested your head in your palms. You lay on the blue sheets of Steve’s bed, while he sat at his desk.
“It’s so hot, Stevie.” You moaned, rolling onto your back. “And I think that fan of yours is broken.”
You missed the blush that came from his nickname.
“The heat sucks. Personally, I can’t wait for this heatwave to be over.” He leaned back into his chair.
“Do you wanna go to the pool?” You sat up. “It would be nice to help cool off.” And you would get to see Steve shirtless, but it was so hot you almost couldn’t care.
“Fuck no. Billy works there now, right?” Steve frowned.
“Please, it’s so hot! Come on Stevie!” You whined, standing up as if you were preparing to leave. “I’ll go without you.”
He attempted to appear to contemplate it, but you already had him wrapped around your finger.
“Mhm. And then you’ll hang out with who?” He rolled his eyes.
“… Billy.” You stared into Steve’s eyes, poker faced.
His face dropped, and he opened his mouth to protest. Unable to contain your laughter, you released a stream of giggles that interrupted whatever he was about to say.
“Please, you actually looked upset. Why did you believe me?” You attempted to calm your breathing.
“Shut up, man.” He mumbled, looking away. “Let’s go, then.” He stood up, dug around in his closet for a moment and then turned to look at you.
“What are you gonna wear?” He looked confused. “I can drive you to your house, but it’s ages away.”
“Relax, Stevie. I’m always prepared.” You jokingly bit your bottom lip, a sarcastic smirk playing at your smile as you slowly lifted your tank top to reveal a bikini.
Steve’s eyes widened, watching you slowly drag the fabric across your stomach. His face darkened multiple shades, blooming in flowers of pink and red. He felt his jaw drop slightly as he watched your perfect teeth sink into your fleshy lower lip. He knew you were joking, and he knew that you were his best friend, and it was wrong but-
“-right?” You smiled.
He snapped out of his gaze, and began nodding.
“Yeah, yeah. That’s right.”
You looked confused for a moment, before understanding the Steve wasn’t listening.
“Let’s go?” He smiled.
***
Splashes and screams filled your ears as you and Steve walked into the pool area. The lifeguard seat was taken by a some girl, so Steve seemed relatively calm.
You knew that he didn’t like Billy. And Billy didn’t like him. You didn’t particularly like Billy either, it was sort of a best friend rule, but Billy didn’t seem to mind you.
As you headed towards the pool, you heard a whistle from somewhere behind you. Not the lifeguard kind, a wolf-whistle. Steve turned around faster than you did, and you saw the clench of his fists.
Steve felt his nails dig into his palms as Billy Hargrove came into view. Not only was he there, he was cat-calling his girl.
“Shut up, Billy.” You laughed, playfully telling him off. Steve really thought he might draw blood.
“Fuck off, Hargrove.” He spat. You saw how tense Steve was, so you place a warm hand on his chest.
“It’s ok, Stevie.” While his breath slowed, you felt his heartbeat speed up. “Come on.”
You guided him away to an empty pair of sun beds, to dump your stuff on.
“I really hate him.” Steve spat.
“I know. It’s ok, we can just avoid him.” You tried to comfort him. “Look, let’s just do what we came for and get in the pool!”
The cool water was inviting, a quick relief from the suns violent heat beating down on you. Steve splashed you, and you squealed at the temperature. He was turned around, watching something, so you swam towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck to help you stay afloat. You hugged onto his back, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Whatcha lookin’ at Stevie?” You giggled.
Steve smirked slightly, he had been midway through a glaring contest with Billy when your smooth, wet arms slid over his shoulders. He watched in glee as Billy clenched his jaw at the sight, shooting Steve a final glare before looking away.
Steve sunk under the water, dragging you down with him. Bubbles escaped your mouth as you laughed, sliding off of Steve’s back to face him. He reached forwards, tickling you at your ribs. You erupted out of the water, gasping for air.
“Stevie! I hate you.” You frowned at him, feigning anger.
“You know you love me.” He laughed, and you lunged for him again.
***
Steve watched intently as you gracefully dived through the water, pupils dilated with admiration.
He chilled for a bit, attempting to read the book left on your table. Something about a guy falling in love with his best friend, although she is dating someone else. Ironic.
“Yo, Harrington.” Billy was standing in front of his sun bed, blocking out the light.
“If you don’t stop being a pussy and not ask (y/n) out, I will literally fuck her. The only reason she hasn’t yet is cuz of you.” Billy spat.
Steve stood up, fists clenched.
“Shut the fuck up.” Steve edged towards him.
“Mhm, or what? Gonna send your eighth grader pals after me?” Billy stepped forward, they were inches apart.
Steve swung at him, all the anger and frustration he felt with himself to further the punch. Billy instantly responded, attempting to block the swing but missing. Steve’s clenched fist landed squarely on Billy’s nose. He felt himself be knocked backwards, flying into the table as Billy pushed him. They continued on like this, fists flying and a crowd gathering around them.
Steve could feel the wet blood dripping from his nose, but he kept on punching.
“Steve- What the fuck!” You screeched. You pushed through the crowd, reaching for Steve. You pulled him away from Billy, standing in between both of them. Ignoring Billy for the time being, you turned to Steve.
“What the hell? Are you ok? What happened?” You brushed his still damp hair out of his face so that you could see the damage better. There were a few bruises forming and his nose was gushing.
“Billy- what the fuck did you do?” You yelled, finally turning to the boy.
“He started it!” Billy stated indignantly.
“What are you, five? I don’t care.” you rolled your eyes.
Billy was quiet for a moment, studying your face.
“What.” You glared.
“You free Friday night?”
“Why?”
“Lacey’s having a party. Wanna go together?”
“Fuck off Hargrove. Go away.”
Billy rolled his eyes before leaving. You turned to Steve who was holding a tissue up to his nose.
“You alright, Stevie?” You asked, sitting down next to him.
“Mhm.” Steve couldn’t quite meet your eyes.
“What we’re you guys fightin’ about?” You spoke quietly, looking into his eyes. They shone with fear and something else you couldn’t quite name.
“Doesn’t matter. Stupid.” He muttered, picking at his fingers.
“Come on, Stevie. You tell me everything.”
He was just quiet. Not meeting your eyes. Nothing like your Steve.
“Let’s just go.” He finally mumbled.
***
The car ride home was a silent one. Not awkward, you were both just lost in the endless maze that was your very own thoughts.
You snapped out of your daze as Steve pulled up to your house.
“I don’t feel like going home.” You stared at the yellow lit windows.
“I don’t want you to go.” Steve responded.
“The lake?”
The lake was your special spot, you were sure that at least a few others knew of it, but you and Steve had been going for years.
When you were younger, you would bike out there, backpacks stuffed with snacks and a polaroid camera hanging from your neck. It evolved into a place of solitude, even though you were never alone. It felt as if when you were there, you were isolated from the outside world, in a bubble of just you and Steve.
The drive was short and you soon were sitting in the sand, tracing shapes into the grains.
“Steve.. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what you guys were fighting about?”
“It was…” He didn’t want to tell you. He was perfectly content never telling you, as long as you stayed his friend. He doesn’t know why it just slipped out his mouth, a small whisper that unfortunately caught on the wind and was carried to her ears.
“You.”
“Me?”
“No, the girl sitting behind you. Yes, it was about you, (y/n).” You opened your mouth to speak. “No, stop. I need to say this or I will quite literally explode. You, (y/n) (l/n) are the most beautiful and amazing girl I know, and that’s why me and Billy are arguing, because everyone in this world sees you like I do and love you like I do, and I know we’re best friends so please don’t hate me but I love you and I can’t stop talking now and I’m sor-“
It took a moment for what he was saying to set in. He loved you? You cut his ramblings short with a finger to his lips, something strangely intimate.
“You love me?” You grinned, still not sure if this surreal situation was a dream or not.
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
There wasn’t much space between you, Steve had closed the gap during his messy confession, but there was still a good few inches.
You leaned forwards, pressing your soft lips to his.
“I love you too, Stevie.”
#xreaders#stranger things x reader#steve harrington#steve x reader#steve harrington x reader#billy hargove x reader#jealousy#stranger things fanfiction
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Stranger Things Masterlist
Steve Harrington
Just friends
Will Byers (I don’t write for him anymore)
Hopeless (part 2) (part 3)
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Hopeless (pt.3)
will byers x reader
The headache of a hangover was the first thing (y/n) felt. Regret was the second.
What is wrong with me? Why did I kiss Will? Oh my god. He was pretty good though. Fuck. He’s kinda cute too. NO. Absolutely not. But…
Do I seriously have a crush on William Byers?
She spent the entire Sunday nursing her hangover, and planning what to say to Will.
And then finally it was Monday and she was due in school. She spotted Will and his friends, but when she made eye contact, they all turned away. Was he really that mad?
Due to the inability to talk to him, (y/n) wrote a letter. She tore a small bit of paper from her maths book. She needed to talk to him, especially if she wanted to try and sort out her newly developed feelings.
Will,
I’m really sorry that I kissed you, I know that it was totally uncalled for and unacceptable. You really have to believe that I was drunk! I couldn’t even think straight. Please don’t let this make things weird between us.
Love, your (y/n).
She slid it into a gap in his locker.
Wills hands shook as he reached for the paper slid between the metal door. For a moment, he thought it was another ‘Zombie boy’ thing, or something like that. But he instantly recognised the cursive of his friend.
His eyes scanned the paper. If only that was the problem. But she was sorry, and he found it hard to stay angry at her. And the ‘your (y/n).’ didn’t help. He turned around, and from across the hall he saw her watching him. She offered a small smile, and he sent one back.
This caused her to grin, and she walked over.
“Hi.” She smiled.
“It’s ok. I wasn’t really thinking straight either. I don’t even know why I was mad.” Will smiled back. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek. He literally thought he was going to combust.
What is she doing to me?
“Ok, I’ve gotta go. But I’m gonna stick to what I said, and call you, yeah?” She grinned, and pulled away.
He watched her walk off to her friends, and slide so effortlessly into the conversation. She turned around one last time, and grinned.
She’s so pretty.
He’s so cute.
“Earth to (y/n)?” Jennifer said.
She turned to see the group all staring at her.
“What?” (y/n) asked.
“Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on zombie boy.” Another girl said. The table erupted into giggles.
“Oh my god. Zombie boy and (y/n).”
“Stop, were friends! And he has a name, he’s called Will.”
“So you do have a crush on him.”
(y/n) was silent, thinking. If she came off too defensive, they would never believe her. She was obviously silent for too long, because one of the boys, Bobby, stood up, one foot on the table.
“Guess what, everyone. (y/n) has a crush on Zombie Boy!” He called out across the room.
Wills ears pricked up at the sound of her name. When he heard the rest of the sentence, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. His face was definitely a bright purple. The rest of the table stared at him. He watched as (y/n) climbed onto the table, next to the boy.
“So what, Bobby. You have a crush on Jen!” She yelled.
His face went bright red, as the room let what she said sink in.
(y/n) (l/n) had a crush on William Byers? Hawkins very own popular girl and Zombie boy/nerd.
(y/n) realised what she said, promptly hopped off the table and died walked out the room. All eyes were now on Will.
“What are you doing man? Follow her.” Mike shoved him lightly. Will stood up, hesitating for a moment as everyone watched, before running after her.
“(y/n)!” He called, following the echo of her feet. He turned a corner, finding her leaning against a wall.
“I’m sorry Will. I-“ She panted, not making eye contact as she stared at her shoes. Will stepped closer.
“It’s ok. I, uhm, I’m not really sure how to tell you this but… I sort of feel the same way.” He stammered, pulling at his sleeve. She looked up. They were a couple of inches apart.
“How long?” She breathed.
“A while.”
“Oh.”
It was silent for a second, before (y/n) gently pulled him in by his shirt. They kissed again, but it was much softer and deeper than before, like a shared understanding of their feelings. They broke apart after hearing footsteps, but they faded away.
“How long?” Will asked.
“What?”
“You know, how-“
“Oh. Right. Well, I think I realised yesterday. But I also think much longer than before I realised.” She rested her forehead against his.
the end xoxo
#xreaders#fanfic#stranger things x reader#will byers#will byers x reader#will byers x y/n#will byers x you
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soz that the ending was kinda sad but i wanna make more parts so 🙄🙄
Hopeless pt.2
will byers x fem!reader
It was just a door. Just. A. Door. But for some reason, none of the party could bring themselves to open it. Although it was nice to be invited, most of them were extremely introverted and were only there for Will.
Mike was enjoying himself though, as Eleven had joined them. Everyone would be too drunk to remember her.
“Why aren’t you opening it?” Max asked, standing at the back of the group, trying to look through.
Will stared at the doorbell, one that he’d rung many times as a kid.
“Oh, for gods sake.” Max pushed through the group, and pushed the button.
Almost instantly, (y/n) opened the door, greeting them with a jaw-dropping smile.
“Hey guys! Come on in, there’s drinks and food in the kitchen.” She grinned, giving everyone in the group a quick hug, finishing with Will.
“I’m so glad you came.” She hugged him for a little longer, speaking into his ear. “I feel like we never hang out anymore!”
When she pulled away, Will stared back at her, his face bright red.
“N-no, we don’t really.” He stuttered. I wish we did.
“We should. I’ll call you or something!” She smiled once again, and went to greet another guest.
“Real smooth, William.” Mike rolled his eyes.
“Still, she said she’d call him.” Dustin defended.
“As if she’s going to do that, sorry Will, but she was probably just being polite. It’s a girl thing.” Max grimaced apologetically.
He felt his heart sink, why did he really think for a moment that the most popular, sweetest and prettiest girl would actually want to hang out with him.
The party stood by a wall in the kitchen for the most part, Max and El seemingly enjoying themselves the most, singing and dancing along to the songs.
“Hey guys! What are you doing in here?” (y/n) slurred as she came into the kitchen. “We’re about to play a game, come on.”
When they entered the main room again, everyone was sitting in a circle. The party braced themselves for harsh words, but everyone was too drunk to care about some nerds. They shuffled away, leaving space in the circle. (y/n) sat down in another part, next to Jennifer.
“We’re playing spin the bottle! Im assuming everyone here knows how to play it.” (y/n) announced, her voice tinged with drunkenness.
“You should go first, Birthday girl.” One of the girls told (y/n).
She crawled forward, and spun the empty beer bottle. For Will, it felt like an eternity. He did not want to watch her kissing another guy. He actually thought it would kill him. And what if it landed on one of his friends?
He was so zoned out that he didn’t even notice the bottle finish it’s course. The circle started to giggle, and that’s when he noticed the tip of it pointing at him.
He didn’t even think about what he would do if it landed on him. He sat there, frozen, while (y/n) sat opposite him, laughing. Was she laughing at him? He half-expected her to be disgusted.
“Go on Zombie boy, give her a kiss.” Some guy shouted.
Will felt his palms get sweaty.
“Come on Byers, don’t act like you haven’t had a crush on her since kindergarten.” Another voice yelled, and the circle erupted into laughter.
It suddenly felt like each breath wasn’t enough.
“Guys, stop. He’s my friend.” He heard (y/n) say.
Why couldn’t he breathe?
“Ew, seriously, (y/n). You’re gonna kiss him? What is this, some kinda charity?” Somebody else yelled.
Tears brimmed in his eyes, and he turned around and ran. The sound of laughter just pushing him to run quicker. The party got up to follow him, but (y/n) ran through them.
Will was outside before she actually caught up to him.
“Will! Will, Im really sorry. I- I told them to be nice to you, I don’t know why-“ (y/n) began, but Will cut her off.
“Well don’t worry, because I do. I’m a nerd. An embarrassment to be seen with. A ‘Zombie boy’. That’s why, (y/n)! And I don’t get why you act as if we’re on the same level!” He yelled, tears streaming down his face. He’d never yelled at her before.
“We are Will, just because I like different things and hang out with different people, it doesn’t mean that we’re on different levels.” She soothed, approaching him.
He was a tiny bit shorter than her, another thing he hates about himself. She placed both arms around his shoulders, still standing a couple inches away. Will suddenly lost the ability to breathe.
“You’re still one of my best friends, Will. Ok? Don’t ever forget that.” His crying began to calm down, and (y/n) rested her forehead against his. “And it’s ok that you didn’t want to kiss me. We’re friends, and I’m a drunk mess right now.”
She was so wrong. It took all of his efforts to not lean into her soft, pink lips. They were just in front of him. She noticed him staring at them, and they curved into a cute smile.
He looked back up to her eyes, heart hammering into his chest. He was so close to kissing the girl that he’d been in love with for years. Before he knew what was happening, she leaned in. Her lips were just as soft as they looked. At first, Will didn’t kiss back, to in shock. Then, he seemingly woke up, and deepened the kiss.
They finally broke apart for air.
“You kiss good, Byers. Too bad I probably won’t remember this.”
She was drunk. That’s why she kissed him. She was drunk. Of course she wouldn’t just kiss him, he was so stupid. His eyes burned with the arrival of tears, and he wiped them onto his sleeve. He grabbed his bike that was lent against a post, and cycled home.
He thought he heard (y/n) calling him, but it was probably his delusional brain.
#xreaders#fanfic#stranger things x reader#will byers x y/n#will byers x you#will byers x reader#will byers
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hii guys :) im back after like ages cuz i low-key fell in love w stranger things and will so here u go. lmk if i should continue it :)
Hopeless
will byers x fem!reader
“Will, man, give it up.” Mike rolled his eyes at his friend.
Wills chin was rested in the palm of his hand, his cheeks slightly flushed. His eyes followed a certain (y/h/c), as she took a seat on a table across the room.
“Is he still not over (y/n)?” Max laughed, watching Wills ears perk at the sound of her name. “She’s totally outta your league. And she has a boyfriend!”
“(y/n)? I wasn’t looking at her. I don’t even like her that much.” Will grumbled indignantly.
The whole table smirked at each other and laughed.
“What? I don’t!” Will frowned at them.
“Sure ya don’t, buddy.” Dustin smiled, faux belief written all over his face.
“Why don’t you just tell her, man? It would get things over quickly.” Lucas asked. “Maybe then you’ll be able to get over her.”
“Guys. I don’t like her. She’s just, like, a family friend. She barely comes round anymore, either. And, as Max pointed out, she has a boyfriend.” Will did not like saying the end of that sentence. He glanced as the girl stood up to dump her tray.
She was wearing mom shorts with a patterned jumper that stopped above her bellybutton. She looked really pretty. He made eye contact with her, and he looked away instantly.
“Is she walking over?” Mike asked.
“What?” Will sat straight up, trying to find (y/n) again. Mike laughed at his eagerness.
“You’ve got it bad, Will.” Max said, also trying to look for the girl.
“Oh my god, she actually is.” Dustin spotted her.
“What? I was joking.” Mike looked confused.
Sure enough, the prettiest girl in their year stood at the head of their table. The party sat in stunned silence, occasionally looking over to Will. He looked so red, like he was about to explode.
“Hey guys! Uh- I hope I didn’t interrupt anything, but it’s my birthday next month, and I’m having this party. And I was gonna invite Will, since we’ve been friends for ages, but then I thought, why not invite you all!” She grinned at the table, and even though he wasn’t standing, Will felt his knees go weak at the sight.
“It’s ok if you don’t want to go, I wasn’t sure if you would, but I would love to have you there!” She placed 5 sheets of paper onto the table.
Nobody said anything for a minute.
“Thank you, (y/n).” Max rolled her eyes at the boys.
“Of course!” Somebody yelled her name from across the room. “Oops, I’ve gotta go! Bye.” She smiled.
“No way did we just get invited to a party.” Dustin looked amazed.
“I think we might’ve done.”
#will byers#will byers x reader#xreaders#stranger things#stranger things x reader#will byers x you#will byers x y/n
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hii, if requests are open could I get a Bruno and reader fic (they're dating) where someone keeps flirting with reader (she/her pronouns if you don't mind) at a party hosted by the madrigals?? and he gets possessive and jealous and intimates the person off?? and his family is suprised bcs they've never seen him this scary before?? Totally fine if you don't wna do it but thanks!
omgs i finally posted this, also i ♡︎ jealousy idk why it’s adOrable, and i’m sorry i’m not sure how close this is to the original request but i hope u like it anyway <3
Mine?
❥ when bruno gets jealous of an old friend
❥ she/her
“Mi vida.” Bruno felt the soft, layered fabric of her skirt, as he pulled it in attempts to get her attention. “I’m going to go inside for a bit, all these people- It’s a bit overwhelming.”
“Ah! Of course, cariño. I love you!” She laughed, voice louder and less controlled than usual. Before he could leave, she pulled him close and peppered his face with small kisses, slightly missing the faint freckles that dotted his now-warm cheeks due to her drunken state.
She leaned against the wall, an adoring smile on her face as watched Bruno awkwardly move through the crowd. She hung around for a while, talking to people, before resting against a wall for a moment.
“(y/n)!” Her head turned, searching for the speaker.
“Oscar!” She smiled. “How are you?”
“Better now I’m talking to you.” He flirted.
Bruno had made his way back outside, deciding that being around people was worth it if he at least got to dance with his girlfriend. When he saw Oscar make his way over to (y/n), he narrowed his eyes.
Bruno made his way outside again, deciding that being around his girlfriend was worth being overwhelmed by people. His eyes searched the crowd, before they spotted her, the most beautiful girl there. They narrowed, after noticing the man next to her, butterflies of jealousy already beginning to flutter in his stomach.
“What have you been up to lately?” Oscar leaned against the wall next to her, his arm raised above her head. “Aside from your little fortune teller boyfriend.” He laughed. She hit him, although jokingly.
“Hey, don’t be mean.”
“What! It’s true, he tells the future, and he’s... you know, short. Does that bother you?”
Bruno felt his nails dig into his palm, although not hard enough to draw blood. Not only did this man have the audacity to insult him, but he was also flirting with his girlfriend.
(y/n) would never listen, if she left him it wouldn’t be for a shallow guy like Oscar. But still, Oscar needed to stay away from his girlfriend.
“No! I love him.” Stupid butterflies caused a blush to form on Bruno’s face, like they did every time she said something like that.
“Ah, come on. All the guys in the village are practically in love with you, most of the girls too. You could have anyone.”
Bruno knew that. He didn’t like it, but he knew it. Whenever they went out together, he always saw the longing looks directed at (y/n). And the jealous glares shot at him. He didn’t understand why she would want to be with him, when she literally could have anyone.
“And... Are you one of these people?” She giggled, taking a sip of her drink.
Was she flirting?
“Maybe.” Oscar smirked, obviously thinking he was getting somewhere.
Bruno’s fists clenched, he felt his nails dig into his palm. He flexed his hands, before storming over.
“Mi Vida! Bruno, this is-“ (y/n) wrapped an arm around Bruno as soon as she noticed him.
“I know.” He glared at the man, eyes narrowed.
“He’s my friend from when I was younger. We used to live next to each other.”
“Ay, we were more than friends once though, princesa?” Oscar said to (y/n), but it was obviously directed towards Bruno. The message was clear: I had her first.
Bruno pulled (y/n) closer, a strange display of affection she wasn’t used to.
“It’s nice to know that her standards have raised then.” Bruno glowered at Oscar, still holding (y/n) possessively. She looked nervously between the two, feeling the jealous tension between them.
“Ok, well, maybe we should go, Bruno?” She but her lip nervously.
“Mm, yes, Bruno. Run along now.” Oscar said condescendingly.
It wasn’t even that bad, what he said, Bruno definitely had heard worse. But he saw red, visions of Oscars hands on (y/n), him kissing her, her looking at Oscar with the same loving smile she gave himself. In an unfamiliar action, Bruno saw his hands push forward, sending Oscar flying backwards with much more force than what seemed possible for a man of his size and stature.
His jealousy fuelled shove caused quite a few of the people around the turn and stare, his familia being a part of that group.
“Stay. Away. From. My. Girlfriend.”
He stormed off, (y/n) following him anxiously. He stopped, chest heaving as he sat down upstairs in the casita. She rubbed his back, slowly, sending shivers as he leaned into her touch.
“It’s ok, Brunito. Why... why did you-“
“I’m sorry. I- heh- I suppose I was just, you know, jealous.” He laughed awkwardly, his voice fading out as he finished his sentence.
“Mi vida, why? Of Oscar? I love you, and-“
“I know, mi vida. I love you too.”
Bruno slid to the floor, leaning against the wall. (y/n) took this as a chance to snuggle up next to him, her head buried into his neck.
“You’re mine, right?” Bruno murmured, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Of course I’m yours.” She smiled sleepily before wrapping her arms around Bruno’s chest and pulling him to sleep.
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#xreaders#bruno madrigal x reader#bruno x reader#encanto fanfic#encanto x reader#bruno x oc#jealousy#jealous!bruno
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Could you do cuddling headcanons for Louisa or Isabella? Either would be fine lol
ok i can’t choose so i did both <3
Isabela and Luisa cuddling head cannons
Isabela
- if you tried to get up she would use her gift to pull you back with vines/ flowers
- she is definitely more of a big spoon imo
- she’s quite affectionate with nicknames and kisses in the day but for her hugs are saved for the night
- you wake up sometimes and theres just random petals in the bed
- she would definitely sing to you
- FOREHEAD KISSES
- she puts little flowers in your hair :)
- camilo definitely walks in sometimes just to annoy her (and you)
Luisa
- we all know that she has huge muscles
- she gives the best squeeze hugs
- but she’s so scared she’s gonna hurt u :(
- and while she finds it adorable how small you look compared to her while you’re wrapped in her arms
- sometimes she needs you to hug her <3
- she is a sensitive bby and she needs ur hugs
sorry if these are short or kinda bad i haven’t written either of them that much <3
HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES <3
#isabela madrigal#isabela x reader#lesbian isabela#luisa madrigal#luisa x reader#encanto fanfic#encanto x reader
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if camilo was talking to someone he has a crush on i feel like he’d get nervous and then accidentally turn into them 😭
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Can I get a Bruno x reader cuddling head-cannons. No pressure on responding have a good day/night. Also your the best 😁
omg yes this is adorable
Cuddling head-cannons with Bruno Madrigal ❀
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pronouns not specified
- he’d be so nervous to hug you at first
- bcs he didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable
- getting up in the middle of the night? no. this man may look lanky but he. wants. u. to. stay >:)
- if he comes back late/ he’s just had a hard day, he would ADORE laying on your stomach
- if he was stressed he would definitely turn to your cuddles to help relax. he doesn’t know why but just being near you somehow calms him.
- AH HE WOULD SO HOLD YOU TIGHTER WHILE HES ASLEEP
- if he got jealous bruno would definitely not say anything but when you get home that night he’d pull u close and just remind himself that your his
- like he’d have you curled up into his chest
- and his arms would be wrapped around you
- mans pulls you so close to him
- if he was angry (more frustrated bcs bruno is bby and i doubt he would be mad) like someone from the town had received a bad vision and was rude, or someone else said something again, he would wanna be a little spoon
- i don’t think that he would want to face away from you
- he would wrap his arms around your waist and like lean into your chest
- he just wants to be as close to you as he can bcs honestly he is terrified of you leaving :(
- the first time you cuddled, you probably initiated it
- he tensed up and froze
- he had no idea of what to do (no one had ever wanted to cuddle with him before 🙁)
- but he got used to it soon and got comfortable
- if you like them, sometimes the rats sneak in
- ur like their parents 😊
- if you play with his hair he’d probably start crying
- like full on bruno.exe stopped working
- he will literally fall in love with you
- he will melt
- he would definitely want to stroke your hair/back but would be too scared
- if he accidentally touched your chest or anywhere like that he would get so flustered and apologise so much
❀❀❀
#help me im in love with a 50yr old rat man#he can live in my walls tho#xreaders#bruno madrigal#bruno madrigal x reader#bruno x reader#encanto#encanto fanfic#encanto x reader#bruno x oc
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this could be the last chapter? or i could write another lil fluff chapter to finish it off :) anyway pls appreciate the fact that i’ve posted 5 fanfics in the past 3 days <3
Visions (3)
It wasn’t often that Bruno did visions when he was alone, but for (y/n) it was an exception. He had to make sure that -even if it wasn’t with him- (y/n)’s marriage would be a happy one.
The green tint of visions often prevented them from being very clear, but this one was. Angelo stood above (y/n), his face morphed into a seething expression, something clearly worse than anger because Bruno could see the pure enjoyment Angelo was getting out of it. (y/n) was collapsed on the floor in a disheveled heap, shaking hands covering her tear-stained cheeks.
Adrenaline was the only reasonable explanation for how rapidly he moved, he didn’t even remember thinking, just acting on the innate impulse to protect (y/n). His feet skidded along the floor of the kitchen, where his mamá and sisters sat.
“(y/n)- she can’t get married. He- I saw a vision- He’s bad!” Bruno panted, keeling over as he attempted to catch his breath.
“... Angelo? Bruno, are you sure? We all know that you’ve been in love with-“ Alma began apprehensively.
“It’s not about that! I swear- I saw a vision, he was yelling at her and- and she was crying.” He protested.
Not giving anyone time to prevent him from leaving, he sprinted out the door. He had no idea where the wedding would be being held, but the town was small and he would find her, somehow.
“Have you seen (y/n)?” The man working at the stall looked up, eyes wide and nervous.
“Erm... Isn’t she getting married? I think she’s at the church.” He looked uncomfortable just talking to Bruno.
“Thank you-“ He started but the man already turned away.
Bruno’s feet thumped against the ground in an unsteady rhythm, his body numb to the pain of running.
He caught sight of her. She looked... perfect. The dress complimented her skin beautifully, pale pink and white silk hugged her waist before flowing down to past her ankles. She was walking with a group of people that he recognised as Angelo’s sisters and other village girls.
“(y/n)!” He called, trying to catch up with her.
“What does he want?” The girl stood to (y/n)’s left scowled at him.
“Bruno?”
“I’m sorry about what I said, but I need to-“
“Can you guys please leave? Just for a moment?” She asked the women around her.
“As I said, I’m sorry (y/n), and I will apologise more but-“
“No, Bruno. You don’t get to apologise. I did nothing! And you got mad at me, for what? Because my fian-“
“You can’t marry Angelo.” He interrupted.
“Why not? It’s what you told me to do!” She has turned so she wasn’t facing him, she couldn’t allow prior feelings towards him to ruin her day.
“I know- But I was just- You can’t marry him, I saw a vision! H-he’s yelling and you’re-“ Bruno stumbled through his words, desperately trying to explain.
“Mi vida... You look beautiful.” Angelo interrupted, wrapping his arms around (y/n). “What’s going on?”
“You know its unlucky to see a bride before the wedding, cariño.”
That was his name.
It felt like Angelo had thrown him neck deep into the ocean, envy was drowning him and it was impossible to stay afloat.
“I know, my lo- Why’s he here?” Angelo asked, looking down at Bruno.
“He’s my friend.” (y/n) defended.
“Him- He’s your friend? Yeah, for sure.” Angelo laughed, thinking that (y/n) was joking.
“... He’s my friend, Angelo.” (y/n) narrowed her eyes at her fiancé.
“Well I didn’t know that before I proposed to you.” He muttered in slight annoyance. “He’s not coming to the wedding. He’ll make everyone else leave.”
“If he can’t go, neither will I.” She frowned at him.
“Haha, Ok (y/n). I’ll see you later.” Angelo laughed drily. He tried to kiss her, but she turned her head so his lips only grazed her cheeks.
“Why... Why did you defend me?” Bruno asked, considering Angelo had arrived mid-argument before any kind of forgiveness had been granted.
“Because, well, I believe you. You’re my best friend, cariño, if you honestly think I shouldn’t marry him, I won’t.” She looked at him, finally meeting his eyes. “But we need to hide.” She pulled him by the wrist, and he found himself running next to her. They snuck around the empty stalls, before reaching the forest.
Following their familiar tracks to their spot, a small lake that they had been going to for years.
“Help me out of this dress, Brunito.” (y/n) turned around, signalling towards the ribbon that held the fabric together.
He blushed, red travelling across his nose and cheeks before turning the tips of his ears a light pink.
“O-ok.” He replied, his voice soft and flustered.
His trembling hands undid the silk shakily, and the long skirts collapsed, leaving (y/n) in undershorts and the corset-like top of the dress.
“Wanna go in?” (y/n) smiled, reaching for his hand. She felt him tense up, but his skin was warm to the touch, and spread a rush of tingles up her arm. She grinned, before pulling a very-stunned Bruno after her into the cool water.
“Aw, Bruno! Are you c-c-cold?” She fake stuttered, feigning sympathy. He stood shivering in the shallow end.
“If your actually cold, we can leave?” She moved closer to him, an apologetic look on her face. He took advantage of her moment of vulnerability, and sent a wave of freezing water in her direction. She screeched with laughter, and jumped after him.
A solid weight hit him, sending him flying into the water. (y/n) landed on top of him, her arms placed on his chest. He was close enough the see the beads of water collecting on her eyelashes and the slightly blue tinge to her lips. He also noticed pink that had gathered around her cheeks and nose, and although he couldn’t feel it due to the cold, he was sure an he had an equally flushed expression.
“(y/n), I-“ He began, butterflies swirling in his chest as he made eye contact with her entrancing (e/c).
“I don’t think I ever wanted to marry Angelo.” she murmured.
“Oh.” came Bruno’s soft-spoken reply.
“I was just so sick of pining over this other guy! He never sees me as anything other than a friend, and- ugh, I just don’t know what to do.”
Another guy?
“Well- I... I like this girl. I have for... you know. A while. But I don’t think anyone would like me, let alone her.”
(y/n) scoffed, and rolled off him.
“Who is it?” She asked quietly, after a moment.
“Huh?”
“The girl. Who is it?”
“Who’s the, uh, who’s the guy?” He wasn’t really sure he wanted to know, but there was no way he could ever tell (y/n).
“By law, you have to tell me, because I asked first.”
“I don’t want to.” He avoided her intense gaze.
The were both sitting up now, used to the cool temperate of the water. (y/n) placed her hand on Bruno’s jaw, and turned his face so that they were making eye contact.
“I’m just gonna... I’m just gonna try something.” She said, her voice low and slightly unsteady.
She pulled his face closer, close enough that she could feel his warm breath panting against her cheeks. Her lips gently grazed against his, as if she was testing it out. When he didn’t pull away, she pressed her lips to his again. Feeling the heat of his blushing face she smiled into the kiss.
When they finally pulled away, Bruno’s face was entirely pink.
“Was- Uh- Was that ok?” She asked, a hopeful note to her voice.
When Bruno didn’t reply, she looked up dejectedly, expecting his face to be one of disgust or anger, but instead he sat staring at her, his cheeks still bright red.
“Uh- Yes. It was very much... erm, appreciated and I would... like it if you did it again.”
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