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glazelilyy · 3 years

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+ Albedo, please?

yes it's the 12 dancing princess best barbie movie

𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢

pairing - albedo x gender neutral reader (modern au!)

genre - fluff

word count - 766

warnings - reader is likened to the princess from the movie once

a/n - AAA i love this barbie movie!! it's my favorite of the bunch hehe >:) i hope i did your request justice, it stumped me a little at first but i really had fun with this one :D

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albedo was a busy man and you knew this well, after all the life of a grad student at the ripe age of twenty was one to be reckoned with. sleepless nights and mugs of coffee with too much sugar paired with scribbled formulas and notes of experiments that never seemed to go quite right were daily occurrences.

but, occasionally albedo would have a moment to breathe with nothing on his plate but the bare necessities, and you pounced on every opportunity you could.

albedo had just finished typing up a lab report, pausing for a moment to stretch his worn limbs, when you came tumbling through the front doors like the whirlwind you were. what must have been four plastic shopping bags hung from your arms, but in your hands you held something entirely different.

"bedo! it's movie night!" you cheered, the bags at your elbows hopping up and down with your movements. clutched in your hands was a dvd disk the faint color of pastel pink.

albedo slipped his glasses off and couldn't help but smile: you truly were adorable.

"ah yes, it is friday after all. i see you've chosen a movie, darling?" his office chair swiveled around to face you fully as his nimble fingers slid the rectangular reading glasses from off of his face.

"yup! it's a bit...different from what we usually watch," sheepishly, you extended the dvd to him with bated breath.

albedo fondly ran his thumb over the worn imprints of the plastic and breathed a nostalgic sigh, "no matter if it's different, i'd be happy to watch anything with you," albedo caught your extended hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the knuckles, "after all, i've seen nearly all of these movies with klee." a chuckle found its way to your lips at the very thought of albedo having to brave the many marathons of barbie movies with an energetic klee by his side.

his wording suddenly hit you, "wait, so you haven't seen the twelve dancing princesses?"

albedo's brows furrowed as he flipped the case over to examine the summary, "hmm, no i don't believe klee and i watched this one."

"whaaat? it's one of the best movies! c'mon we gotta watch it now!"

and so you found yourself carefully wrapped up in his arms under a thick, wooly blanket, eyes trained diligently on the tv screen while you both snuggled into each other's arms settled comfortably on the living room couch.

"hey! this is one of my favorite scenes, don't you think it's pretty?" you squealed once the main character and her love interest began to dance in mid-air on the screen.

"the music choice is lovely, i must admit," albedo paused to glance downwards at your head lying flat on his chest. without warning, albedo grabbed the remote and paused the tv.

"bedo? what's wrong?" you rose your head from his chest, perplexed.

he seemed lost in thought, but not before turning his eyes to you, "there is something i want to try, if you'll entertain me that is." the wry smile on his face spoke of adventure in your mind, and you found yourself eagerly nodding and letting him pull you upwards from the couch into a clearer part of the room.

his slender arm found its way around your waist, soft palm taking your hand into his. "what are we doing?" giggles laced your question as he continued to maneuver your body.

"the dance from the scene just now, i wanted to try it with you if you'll let me that is." he smiled his signature warm, sugary smile and you found yourself giving in to his wishes.

he moved with elegance and grace, unlike your stumbling steps and confused laughs. the tune from the movie hummed against the roof of his lips as he dipped and twirled you with little to no effort. mimicking the steps of the dance from the screen, you felt as though you had become the princess from the movie, and albedo was your handsome, loving prince, who smiled at you even as you tripped over thin air with every one of his movements.

"you're a lovely dancer," he mused with a slight smugness to his usual smile.

"oh please," you scoffed, "it's more like you're dancing like a pro and dragging me along for the ride, not that i'm complaining."

much to your surprise, albedo let out a hearty laugh and calmed his movements so you both simply swayed to his gentle humming and basked in each other's warmth.

movie nights with you were always his favorite.

#500 event. a photo of you and i #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #albedo #genshin x reader #albedo imagines #genshin impact imagines

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fanwarriorfictions · 5 years

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A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter Five- Part Three

Phina and Nancy make their way to the field, hearing Jonathan's gun going off. Once they get to the grassy area, they see him shooting at some cans set up on tree stumps.

Phina smiles at her friend as he misses every single shot. Nancy also smiles in amusement.

"You're supposed to hit the cans, right," Nancy asks as they get closer.

Jonathan looks at the girls and smiles, "no actually, you see the spaces between the cans? I'm aiming for those."

"Well then you're a perfect shot Jonathan," Phina smirks sarcastically.

He does a little fake bow, making Phina snort. She loved when he was sarcastic, he learned it all from her.

Nancy sets her things down, Phina following suit. Jonathan starts to reload the gun.

"You ever shot a gun before," he asks Nancy.

Nancy laughs, "have you met my parents."

Jonathan snorts, "yeah, I haven't shot one since I was ten. My dad took me hunting on my birthday, he made me kill a rabbit."

"A rabbit," Nancy asks.

"Yeah," he shrugs, "guess he thought it would make me into more of a man or something. I cried for a week."

"I remember that, I went over and had to take all of your meals to your room cause you wouldn't leave," Phina says.

"Jesus," Nancy whispers.

Jonathan looks at her, "I'm a fan of thumper."

"I meant your dad," she says, sighing a little.

"Yeah. Lonnie's a real PoS," Phina laughs, "doesn't care about anyone but himself."

Jonathan nods, "yeah, I guess he and my mother loved each other at some point. But I wasn't around for that part."

Nancy gestures for him to hand her the gun and he looks down awkwardly, "yeah, just uh, point and shoot."

Nancy nods and takes the gun, "I don't think my parents ever loved each other."

"Must of married for some reason," Jonathan says.

Nancy raises the gun up, "my mom was young, my dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So, they bought a nice house at the end of a cul-de-sac, and they started their nuclear family."

Jonathan shakes his head, taking a glance at Phina who just nods, "screw that."

"Yeah." Nancy closes one eye to aim. "Screw that."

She shoots, the bullet hitting one of the cans. She smiles and looks at Jonathan, who smiles back. Phina looks in between the two of them with a wide smile. Perfect.

The three teens walked through the forest, Phina leading about twenty feet ahead. Nancy and Jonathan hung back, together, and Phina didn't mind one bit. She looked around the forest ahead of her, admiring its beauty. By now, almost every single tree had lost all of their leaves, which now crunched beneath Phina's boots.

Phina sighed, she loved being in the forest, it brought her a comfort that couldn't be found anywhere else, it even soothed her ever on going headache. Something about the way the trees reached for the sky, as if grasping for heaven, with its claws out. The roots of the tree shielding her from the damned below.

Not to mention the colors. Her artists soul yearned for any and all color she could find, the forest bloomed with it. Even this deep into fall, the fiery oranges and reds calling out to her fiery heart. She wish she had her sketchbook and her colored pencils. She'd capture the essence of its beauty on a page.

She was brought out of her mind by the sound of Nancy's voice, "you never said what I was saying."

"What," Jonathan asks her, confused.

"Yesterday, you said I was saying something, and that's why you took my picture," she explains.

"Oh, I don't know," he says, flustered, "I guess I saw this girl, you know, trying to be someone else. But in that moment, it was like you were alone, or, you thought you were. You know, you could just be yourself."

Silence, and then Nancy speaks, "that is such bullshit!"

Phina turns around as Jonathan says, "what?"

They had all stopped, and Nancy turned to Jonathan, "I am not trying to be someone else. Just because I'm dating Steve and you don't like him."

Jonathan shakes his head and starts walking again, "you know what, forget it. I just thought it was a good picture."

Nancy walks after him, "he is actually a good guy."

"Ok," Jonathan says sarcastically.

"Yesterday, with the camera." They both stop again. "He's not like that, at all. He was just being protective."

"Yeah, that one word for it," Jonathan says, waking away again.

Phina rolls her eyes as Nancy says, "oh and I guess what you did was ok?"

"No, I never said that," he defends himself.

"He has every right to be pissed," Nancy shouts at him.

Jonathan stops again and turns around, "ok, alright, does that mean I have to like him?"

Nancy stops, "no."

"Listen, don't take it so personally ok," he says and steps towards her, "I don't like most people. He's in the vast majority."

He turns and walks away, again. How long are they gonna play this stupid game? Phina groans to herself.

Nancy looks around, "you know, I was actually starting to think you were ok."

Jonathan stops, again, "yeah?"

"Yeah," Nancy answers, "yeah. I was thinking, Jonathan Byers, maybe he's not the pretentious creep everyone says he is."

"Guys," Phina groans, trying to stop their stupid bickering, she was getting irritated now.

Jonathan starts to walk back towards Nancy, "oh I was just staring to think you were ok. I was thinking, Nancy Wheeler, maybe she's not just another suburban girl, that thinks she rebelling by doing exactly what every other suburban girl does, until that phase passes and they marry some boring one time jock who now works sales, who lives out her perfectly boring life at the end of a cul-de-sac, exactly like their parents who they thought were so depressing."

"Would both of you shut the hell up! Right now, you both suck, and I couldn't give a damn about who's wrong or right. I'm out here to find whatever took Will and Barb, so save your petty bullshit for the high school where all these stupid little arguments belong. Got it! Good," Phina yells at them fed up with their crap.

They look at her like scolded children, both of them nodding.

"Now shut the hell up and look for this gods damned thing," she growls and turns on her heel in the direction they were previously walking.

They follow her with their heads down, not noticing the shift in the trees. Not noticing how the branches coiled and uncoiled, copying the motion of Phina's clenching and unclenching fist.

Night time had fallen, and Phina had slowed down to be next to her sister and Jonathan, for safety. They pointed their flashlights ahead, walking and listening to the forest around them.

Phina stopped, listening to a noise she had heard. Nancy stops to, also hearing the noise.

Jonathan turns to the girls, more so towards Nancy, "what, are you tired?"

"Shut your sarcastic ass up Byers," Phina whispers, listening harder.

"What," Jonathan asks, a little shocked at her words.

Nancy sushes him, "I heard something."

Phina nods, pointing her light in the direction the noise is coming from. She walks towards it and the other two follow.

The noise becomes clearer, a distressed and painful whimper. As they got closer, Phina felt her heart painfully lurch.

A deer lays on its side, injured, bleeding everywhere. Phina covers her mouth, to keep a small cry from escaping. She kneels down next to the doe, reaching a hand out to stroke her.

Nancy kneels besides her, "it's been hit by a car."

Phina nods, tears building in her eyes.

Nancy looks back at Jonathan, "we can't just leave it."

Nancy grabs the gun she had sat down and looks at it, Phina shifts back a little as her sister aims.

"I'll do it," Jonathan says, noting Nancy's distraught face.

"I," she starts to protest, remembering his story from earlier.

He grabs the gun, "I'm not nine anymore."

Phina looks into the animals eyes, you'll be ok. The animal stares back, an almost thankful look in its eyes. Then it's being pulled back, almost to quickly for Phina's eyes to process. She falls backwards and into her sister, who helps her up from the ground.

They all breathe heavily, "what was that?"

"I'm willing to bet that's what we came here for. Come on," Phina waves, tracking the trail of blood the deer left behind.

The other two hesitate, glancing at each other before following. The blood on the leaves glisten in Phina's light. Jonathan and Nancy shine their lights around, Jonathan holding the gun up as well.

The trail suddenly stops, making Phina stop and look around.

"Where did it go," Nancy asks shakily.

"I don't know," Jonathan breathes, "Do you see any more blood."

"The trails gone, like it vanished into thin air," Phina answers.

Phina turns and walks away from the two, Nancy almost doesn't notice, but when she does, she follows. Jonathan, unfortunately, doesn't notice.

Phina shines her light on a tree, for some reason, it calls to her. At the base of to tree is a hole, which emits a low noise that sounds more like a growl than anything.

"Phina, what are you..."

Nancy looks at the tree and then at her sister. They creep slowly over to the tree, bending down to look at it. A gooy substance is all over it, and blood. The girls look at each other, the same question on there mind, should we go in?

"Jonathan," Nancy shouts, but they had gone to far, he couldn't hear them.

"What could go wrong," Phina shrugs, she's read enough horror novels to know those where the most fatal words she could've said, but, she didn't give a damn.

She starts to climb into the whole, a sputtering Nancy going after her. They climb through the tunnel, coming out on the other side. Phina helped Nancy up and looked around.

It looked like the forest they were just in, but different, more sinister. Particles float around them in the air, the color of the forest void. It felt utterly wrong to Phina, yet familiar, like she had seen it before. No, she shakes her head, that's crazy.

The girls look around and start to walk away from the tree, their flashlights beginning to flicker. Phina hits hers a few times and it stops.

They jump as a noise comes from their right. They whirl their lights on it, and are met with the monster feeding on the deer.

Phina grips Nancy's hand, so tightly that she'd probably leave a bruise, but Nancy squeezes back just as hard. They slowly back away, one step at a time, staring at the monster. Nancy steps back and a strange vine thing crunches under her foot.

The monster turns towards them and roars loudly, it's mouth opening up just like the drawing Phina did of it. The girls bolt.

"Jonathan!"

-1868 words-

#steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #strangerthingsfanfic #strangerthings #slow burn #romance #one

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How do you imagine Kate and Max in the future? Physically, I mean, bc I couldn't picture how they looked like in your fics, and I'm wondering if you could give me a light, just to increase the experience hehe

Oooo, anon. This is such a good question I’m excited! I honestly wish I could draw to show you what exactly I picture them as I write them! (I tend to avoid super detailed descriptions to give people room to picture how they see fit but I also forget not everyone can/wants to do that and need details.)

So honestly for Kate and Max, it depends on which fic you read because I did a lot of one-shots for them and Kate and Max always shifted in some way in term of appearances.

Some of the staples (and some of the more distinct ones I remember) I give is:

Kate: Having a more confident nature to herself, so she stands taller, her eyes are brighter (I know her eyes are supposed to be a hazel/brown, but I either write her with really chocolate eyes with slight red tint or a vibrant green) and her voice isn’t as quiet. Though she still has the calm nature about her. Because she’s in a better place (less depressed, out more, less stress, etc.) she’s gained more weight so she’s curvy.

Messy bun! As an older Kate she has really wavy and lively hair, beach hair without the beach! Her hair is also a bit darker but her ends brighter. She lets it down a lot more as well and just a little past her shoulders. (Again, that messy bun! Wisps and fly always that she absolutely rocks.)

Make-up! Kate doesn’t wear all that much but she always has a light smokey eye thing going on. Light blush and a peachy color to her lips. (Sometimes it’s just chapstick with some color to it.)

She’s older so she’s lost that baby fat and her face definitely has gotten sharper.

Style! Kate keeps her rings (Especially her wedding band and engagement ring, duh.) and always has her cross, that never changes. She wears pants of course. She tends to wear neutral colors but always with a pop of color. She never really dresses too down but on days we’re she doesn’t feel like coordinating she’ll go steal one of Max’s graphics and pair it with a cardigan, chinos and keds. So essentially a preppy Kate. But she always, always kills it when dressing up. All eyes on her. (At home though Kate is always in Max’s clothes, so hoodies, sweats, etc this will make sense when I explain Max.)

Max: Similar to Kate, more confidence so a taller stance, keeps eye contact, has clearer speech. Still stumbles! But less often. Her eyes are still blue but change in terms of tone. Some days ocean blue others a navy. Freckles! They’ve spread a bit more and she’s embraced them. I think with most of the fics I’ve always hinted at the canon events and Max dealing with that trauma/stress in terms of being more active. So she’s toned, nothing too crazy but definitely noticeable. I know in some I gave her tattoos so picture really colorful half sleeves on her arm(s). (Also, fun fact I rarely mention it but the Max I picture has had a growth spurt and is taller.)

Hair! So I honestly had a peeve with Max’s hair in the game because they weren’t able to give enough detail. So life! Max’s hair is thick and has volume. She’s grown out her bangs and lets her hair kinda do it’s own thing. It’s layered and a bit shorter. If it’s up, it’s haphazard (picture Max just getting frustrated with her hair and just running her fingers through it, pulling it up and tying it) little bun with fly always here and there, that’s the only time you’ll notice her undercut!

Max doesn’t wear make up, all natural all the time. Except for honey chapstick because Kate likes the taste when Max kisses her. Max has also lost her baby fat and has a killer jawline.

Style! This totally depends on what Max is doing. (The only accessories Max has is her wedding band, one or two wrist bands and her sunglasses.) If it’s regular everyday stuff skinny jeans, some type of boot and a Henley or a graphic or a flannel. Or all three together. More fancy? She’ll put on black jeans, oxfords and tuck in a button up. Business stuff? Slacks, pressed shirt, plus vest and leather oxfords. Super fancy? Suit. (This is just personal preference, I never saw Max as super feminine and preferred comfort over anything in the game. Men’s clothes are infinitely more comfortable and always so soft?? So there’s that.) At home you will never see Max in anything but a really soft tshirt and/or hoodie with sweat pants (think joggers.) This is why Kate always snags Max’s stuff, it’s so soft! So definitely still hipster Max with a dash of dapper and more masculine.

Gosh, I miss these two so much.

Just overall they have grown into the women they were always meant to be. (At least my version that is.) Max believes in herself and her abilities, so that shines through. Kate has learned that no one can bring her down and that she has no reason to be ashamed of herself. And together? They bring out the absolute best, anyone who sees them would just think of three things: Carefree, unconditional love and joy.

I don’t know if you wanted such a long answer anon but Marshfield is always going to be a soft spot for me. So I ramble about them without meaning too. Hope this helps in terms of picturing them. Adored this question!

#marshfield #life is strange #kate marsh #max caulfield #lis #anon ask #I answer #I guess this is my head canons for them as well #at least some

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