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Count Briar | Yandere Yuri Briar
“Hi, there! You must be Yor’s baby brother! She’s told me all about you, come on in!”
Being greeted by an unfamiliar person in the home he both cursed and loved as the house of his sister wasn’t something Yuri Briar was prepared for. He had a clear goal this time around. Tutor Loid’s spawn, bug the rooms, and see if there is any evidence of Loid’s trickery.
“Well don’t just stand there silly! Anya, why don’t you bring your uncle in while I finish this cake!”
“Okay!”
He needed to focus! Analyze this new enemy and try to find flaws! But it was so hard when you so eagerly fed him delicious cake. Not to mention you were smiling so sweetly at him. No he had to make sure you weren’t a spy! Begin the interrogation!
“So what made you worthy enough to be in my sister’s home?”
“Well it's kind of in my title silly! I’m Anya and Bond’s nanny!”
You giggled setting aside a cake for yourself, Anya, and Bond. Yuri kept his eyes on your every move, just waiting for you to slip up. Not because he couldn’t stop looking at you. Nope! Definitely because your smile was too bright and that must have been a devious tactic from an enemy like you.
“(Y/n)-sama! Let us begin our mission!”
“Yes, Anya-sama it is time!”
“W-what?!”
With a flap of the cape she was wearing, Anya was revealed to wear layers of clothes of various unmatching patterns. Bond too was wearing a hat that resembled one of a cowboy and a cape that he was currently trying to eat. He turned to you for some semblance of an understanding only to find that you were in an elaborate costume yourself with something akin to a masquerade mask. On guard, he stood up until you so easily pushed at his chest with gloved hands as you chuckled. It wasn’t because the soft push at his chest rendered him an overheating mess…definitely not.
“I thought Yor would have told you! We’re trying something new to encourage Anya to study. Now you're the count I have to seduce to get codes from!”
“W-what?!”
“Here Unkie takes this, those are the codes they have to get! But you can’t give it right away!”
He stood up again. He was putting his foot down and stopping whatever effect you were having on him.
“No! I’m not doing this! I told Yor I’d–”
He stopped at the unsettling silence in the room. Anya’s face was slowly contorting and you had removed your mask to look worriedly at her before flicking your hypnotizing eyes back at his. It was too much with you looking directly into his eyes with that pouty look on your face felt like a direct attack. Heart pumping as he watched your puffy delectable lips turn into a pout and your eyes droop. This pressure! There was only one way he could evade this and the unshed tears welling in Anya’s eyes spoke of one thing—!
“Fine. But after this we get right to studying.”
Tears gone and your smile returned, everyone continued to prepare for the game that you were all about to play. Sitting back down and wearing the accessory he had been given beforehand. Finishing quickly he watched as you dawned your mask once more retrieving the cut slices as you placed them on the table. Joining him on the couch he watches you clear out your voice before turning and speaking to him in an accent that wasn’t your own.
“Thank you for inviting us Count Briar, me and my associates are so happy we could attend your costume tea-party!”
He stood there holding your gaze before receiving a not-so subtle kick from under the table. Kirking your head in hopes to urge him he realized what exactly you were trying to get from him.
“Uh uh yes I’m so happy you could come uh-”
“The Countess of the Acrobatics.”
“Uh–yeah and you uhm Any–”
“Princess of Peanuts!”
“Yes and Bond-”
“Bodyguard Bond!”
“Right, yes thank you for bringing the cake, then.”
“Of course it's the least we could do. After all you do have those cherry bombs sitting on the Candy Kingdom.”
“Do I–? Augh! Yes! I do!” Receiving another kick, he fixed his response. Realizing how hard this was for him, he tried his hardest. After all, he wouldn't want to let you down. Wait, he meant Yor if she were ever to hear about his lacking acting skills.
He continued to maintain this character, learning through you and Anya’s dialogue that he was a Count looking to force the Candy Kingdom to give all their candy to him with his cherry bombs. Apparently the King you were working for was deathly allergic to cherries and therefore required that you two–their spies get the codes to disarm the bombs.
Even with your previous revelation of your tactic he couldn’t be prepared for your ‘seduction’ in the slightest. Slowly scooting closer to him on the couch was the first step, already bringing a slight blush as he realized what you were doing. It escalated when you let your shoulders touch. You must have been incredibly hot because the moment you touched, he was in desperate need of some cooling off. Unfortunately, he couldn’t leave especially since Bond–er Bodyguard Bond was eyeing his slice. In the next part, you offered to feed him the rest of his slice of cake.
“Say, ‘ahh’!”
“A-ah.”
Letting his mouth close around your fork he tried to look away from your eyes once more. Failing miserabley as he not only could see your face clearly but the oddly revealing bits your costume had.
“I got it, (Y/n) now keep distracting him.”
The not so silent whisper allowed him to break away looking at Anya, easily making away with the paper that was in his pocket.
“Uh oh, it looks like you have some cake on your face, Count Briar! I’ll get it for you.”
Were-were you going to kiss him?! So soon?! He wasn’t prepared for this! The only kiss he’s ever received like this is from Yor! Would this be his first kiss?!
“Ah-W-wait-?!”
“Got it.”
With a swipe of your thumb from the corner of his lips the point of contention was gone. All he could do was overheat in embarrassment excitement as he watched you sit back to happily lick the frosting away before pridefully striking a pose.
“Waku waku Count Briar we’ve stolen your codes and therefore our mission is complete.”
“Yayy we did it! Victory hugs!”
Yuri watched bewildered as you did a dance with her; moving Bond in tandem with your movements. Completely oblivious to the crisis he could only recover from as he huffed to get everyone’s attention.
“A-alright now we study.”
“Awww but (Y/n) didn’t even do the kiss!”
Yuri stopped feeling an immense sense of being cheated that he couldn’t quite place. You shrugged as you began to take off Anya and Bond’s costumes.
“Sorry Anya but it's not cool to take your Unkie’s kisses! Now let’s get ready to study!”
Yuri pushed these thoughts away as he focused on coaching Loid’s near illiterate spawn as you did chores around their home. Every now and then he let himself stare because this would most certaintly not be the first time he’d find you. He’d figure out why you made him feel this way.
Just you wait.
Part 2: ?
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Til We Meet Again
MAIN MASTER LIST | REQS OPEN
Word Count: 6.k
Pairings: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Matthew Murdock
I wrote this out of my current/renewed Matt Murdock obsession. I most definitely could write a part 2/entire series based on this one-shot, so if any of you would like to encourage my current crush and desire to write about Matt, plz do...XD
“Come on, babes,” begged Cameron. Her wrist bobbed up and down to pump the mascara wand in and out of the bottle. She pulled the wand out, covered in the black cosmetic. The dark shade was a stark contrast to her vibrant lime-green hair. A spontaneous decision of the past week. A spontaneous decision of many that decorated her body.
Y/N chuckled as she watched her best friend put on her mascara face: Jaw slack and open showcasing the tongue piercing from two months ago, her coffee-coloured eyes wide, and eyebrows raised impossibly high.
“It’s your last chance to have real fun. Hon,” chimed Cameron. She turned around and leaned against the counter in the bathroom. Her bright orange slip dress turned sour the longer Y/N looked at it. “You’ve never been to a college party. Hell, you’ve never been to college. You’ve spent your entire life dancing and now you’re flying off to Copenhagen.” Cameron waved her free hand up and feigned dramatically. “You’ll leave me behind as you dance among the stars. Forever forgetting your best friend.”
“Drama queen,” giggled Y/N. “I won’t forget you. How could I ever!” Y/N jumped up from her seat on Cameron’s bed matching Cameron’s dramatic energy.
Cameron chuckled and swirled around to look back into the mirror. “Can you see my spanks?” Cameron asked as she lifted the dress lightly giving way to the neon blue shorts underneath.
“Nope,” Y/N said entering the bathroom. She began to peruse Cameron’s makeup bag. Her nose scrunched up as she looked at the lipstick colours her friend had.
“Ooh! Sex on the beach! My favourite colour.” Cameron exclaimed and she snatched it from Y/N’s hands.
“Sex on the beach? Really?”
“It’s a beautiful colour, babes,” Cameron said with a smack of her lips. She offered it to Y/N. “Wanna try it?”
Y/N looked up from the brilliant yellow lipstick with a quizzical expression on her face and shook her head. It was too bold for her. The boldest shade Y/N had ever put on her lips was black and that was for her role as the Black Swan in her ballet school’s production of Swan Lake.
“I’ll stick to chapstick, thanks.”
“Your loss.” Cameron hummed. The woman began to check herself out in the mirror. She pursed her lips and popped her hip to the side. “How do I look?”
“You look like a slushy,” Y/N replied bluntly.
“Perfect, Babes!” Cameron blew Y/N a kiss. “That’s what I was going for. Everyone loves a sexy slushy.”
Y/N giggled at Cameron’s comments. The giggle turned into a laugh which spread to Cameron.
“Okay, chica, be honest,” Cameron said, collecting herself. “From a scale of the Goonies to Dirty Dancing, how sexy am I?”
Y/N looked her friend up and down. “Depends on what shoes you’re gonna wear.” She replied.
Cameron chuckled and ran into her room. She swung open her closet doors and pulled out two pairs of shoes. One pair was her party tennis shoes; white vans with beer stains. The other was a pair of six-inch black heels, the ones she wore to her pole dancing classes.
“Okay,” Y/N said. “If you go with the vans, then you’ll be a Top Gun sexy and if you go with the heels you’ll be a Rocky Horror Picture Show kind of hot.”
A wide grin flashed on Cameron’s face. “This is why you’re my best friend, babes.” Cameron looked between the shoes and settled on the heels. She tossed the tennis shoes into the closet. “Rocky Horror Sexy it is,” she winked.
Y/N smiled as her friend put on the heels. Now, Cameron stood an inch taller than Y/N, something Cameron took pride in.
“Your turn honeybuns,” Cameron sang.
Y/N shook her head. “I’m not going, Cameron. I have an international flight tomorrow and I’m going to need all the sleep I can get. “
Cameron began to whine. Her eyes fell and widened to a size that would make a cartoon character jealous. “Please?”
“Cameron…” Y/N said warningly. Her face betrayed the determination in her voice as she smiled at her friend's antics.
“We can get Wendy’s...AND” Cameron began. “You can pick which songs we listen to on the drive over to the party AND back.”
Y/N dropped her head back with a sigh and looked up at the ceiling. She groaned and rolled her head around to back at Cameron and her puppy eyes.
“Fine, I’ll go.”
Cameron squealed and jumped up and down. Her hands clapped loudly as she had just received the best news of her life.
“I have the perfect dress!”
“No…” Y/N began but Cameron had already shoved a mesh, basically see-through, dress into Y/N’s hands. “I’m not wearing this.”
Cameron frowned.
“Cam, there is no way in hell, I’ll be wearing this. Besides, I have my own clothes.”
Cameron sighed as Y/N showed her friend the light blue slip dress she had packed. It shimmered in the moon on a dark night. It was beautiful and definitely something one would not wear to a college party–a college party at a frat house.
“You’ll look like a mother-fucking princess. Babes,” Cameron whines, “we’re supposed to look like whores together.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “I refuse to wear the dress. It’s either I look like a princess, or I’m not going.”
Cameron growled and then caved into her friend’s request. Y/N smiled as she changed into the dress. Her soft hands ran over the silky dress. She turned around to show Cameron and her friend smiled.
“I take it back. That’s Dirty Dancing hot, chica.” Cameron commented.
Y/N smiled and looked in the mirror. She really did look beautiful. “Nobody puts Baby in a corner,” Y/N winked.
“Speaking of, baby.” Cameron chimed. “You need some makeup with that outfit. Ooo, and a fun hairdo!”
“Cameron…”
“I wasn’t asking.” Sensing her friend’s reluctance she continued, “I promise I won’t give you crazy makeup. Just enough to highlight your beautiful face and I’ll, ooo, curl your hair. You wear it in buns all the time. It’s time you show off your gorgeous locks.”
Y/N smiled at her friend and then hopped onto the counter. Y/N's legs swayed as Cameron brushed her cosmetic products on her friend’s face. The two of them chatted, belting songs, and having some pre-game drinks. The two of them felt as if this night would for sure be a night to remember.
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“Come on Matt. It’s gonna be a night to remember. Finals are over. One more year of college done. One step closer to Nelson and Murdock,” Foggy raised the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Matt’s shoulder to motion to the imaginary business sign. “Nelson and Murdock,” Foggy whispered for dramatic effect.
Matt laughed at his friend’s actions. Clearly, Foggy did a little bit too much pre-partying in their dorm. The blond was already leaning on Matt making it hard for him to walk straight on the sidewalk and not into the busy road.
“Alright Foggy, a night to remember,” Matt smirked, sensing Foggy’s grin growing wider.
“That’s the spirit.” Foggy slapped Matt on the shoulder and brought him in for a side hug. The two of them laughed as Foggy narrowly missed walking straight into a street lamp.
“Now, Matt.” Foggy stepped in front of Matt and placed his hands on Matt’s shoulders. “I want you to find a girl and let out some steam. You’re too stress-addicted for your own good.”
“Foggy…” Matt began before Foggy shushed him.
“No, listen to me Murdock,” a smile grew on Foggy’s face. “You’re gonna have fun tonight. Promise me.” Foggy stuck out his pinky finger to Matt.
“I promise Fog,” Matt said. Foggy smiled and grabbed Matt’s hand. His pinky finger pinched Matt’s and the promise was made.
It wasn’t long before Matt and Foggy heard the sounds of the party. Music was blaring from the speakers scattered all over the lawn and house. People were laughing, screeching, dancing, chatting, and drunkenly singing. Matt’s nose scrunched up in disgust; those weren’t the only sounds he could hear. Matt could hear the buzzing of the house lights, the heartbeats of a few hundred people crammed into one space, the way the floor thundered and echoed footsteps, the bass of the song, the stickiness of the beer stuck to the bottoms of people’s shoes. His head already began to hurt and he knew it was worse when he’d be in the crowd. He’d smell, feel, hear, and taste everything. How could he not?
“London Fog! M&M! You made it,” a young man exclaimed. He ran over to Foggy and Matt gave big bear hugs. Matt offered a smile to try and hide his disgust from the man’s smell. Matt could smell his cologne, and traces of a woman’s perfume. He could also smell that the man before him had five cups of an alcoholic mixture: Beer, vodka, and Smirnoff. He could also smell the cigarette he had taken a few hours ago.
“How’s it been, Bryan?” Foggy asked, his words already slurred as they rolled off his tongue.
“It’s been a fucking riot. Cameron, man…she’s something.” Bryan’s face flushed red. “The dress she’s wearing.”
“I can see,” Foggy noted. “Man, that’s a bright orange.” Foggy opened his eyes wider and then blinked. “Now my eyes hurt. Too many bright colours.” He turned to Matt. “Only Cameron could pull off lime green hair, neon yellow lipstick, and an orange dress.”
Matt smiled and nodded his head. He remembered Cameron from one of his Spanish classes. She had walked into class the first day, took one look at the board, and just left. He couldn’t recall her coming to a single class yet she had one of the best grades. A chaotic genius to say the least. Before he knew it, Bryan had wrapped an arm around Matt’s shoulder. The other arm was linked around Foggy. Then Bryan guided the two of them into the party.
The minute Matt stepped through the door and into the heart of the party, the pounding in his head amplified. Bryan had dragged them to the kitchen and handed him and Foggy a red plastic cup. The alcohol mixture Matt had smelled earlier. Foggy lifted his head back and downed the drink in one go. Matt just took a sip before placing it back down on the counter.
Foggy had spotted Marci on the dance floor and excused himself. Bryan got dragged by another group and began taking shots in the dining room. Matt, on the other hand, began to swerve his way through the crowd. Everything became muffled and Matt had a hard time differentiating between his senses. He occasionally bumped into party-goers, their alcohol-ridden scent sticking to him. He needed to get out and away from the party. His pace picked up and he manoeuvred through the crowd colliding with more people. Suddenly, he came to a stop. There was a room next to him. It was quieter than the rest of the house and from what he could tell, no one was in there. He fumbled for the doorknob and burst into the room. A bathroom, he soon realized, as he closed the door. He found his way over to the sink and began to wash his hands. He splashed the cold water on his face. His senses finally came back to him and the thick walls of the bathroom tuned out the noise.
That’s when he heard it. It started out with a heartbeat. He could tell it was young and healthy as it thumped to a graceful melody. Then he heard the rustling of satin on the skin. It sounded so soft as the fabric ran up against the skin. Afterwards, there was a smell. It was so sweet, the smell of rain and lavender that was not too overpowering. It reminded him of Hell’s Kitchen in the spring when the church would grow lavender in the community garden. The smell carried through the air and Matt froze. The water from the sink was still running. He wasn’t the only one in the bathroom.
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“Umm,” the voice mumbled. He tilted his head in the direction of the sound. It came from a young woman. “Hello.” She said.
Matt turned around. His cane and glasses were fully on show. “Hello?” He responded. His head moved side to side. He already knew where she was, but she didn’t know that.
“Oh, you’re…”
He smiled softly. “Blind. Yeah.” He shrugged.
The two of them stood there not knowing what to say. Matt suddenly remembered where they were. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize…” he began to apologize.
“You’re fine. I was just stepping away from the party for a moment. I was just about to go back out.” She motioned to the door before realizing Matt couldn’t actually see her. Her head smacked her forehead. “I just pointed to the door…I’m gonna go,” she mumbled.
As she walked past Matt he noticed the absence of alcohol. She hadn’t drunk anything and the sound of her heartbeat made Matt think that she didn’t want to rejoin the party anytime soon. Matt reached out to stop her.
“You don’t have to go. I’m just taking a breather like you.”
She turned around and smiled at him softly. “No, it’s alright. Plus, I’m sure my friend is wondering where I am right now.” She turned away and turned the doorknob. Only that it didn’t turn. Instead, the knob detached from the door, clattering against the stone tile of the bathroom floor.
“Fuck,” cursed the woman.
Matt moved his head in her direction. “What happened? I heard something bang against the floor.”
“Uh…” the woman faltered as she bent down to grab the door knob. She picked it up, walked over to Matt, and placed it in his hand. Her fingers brushed against his hand and Matt felt as if his hand was afire. He ran his hands over the cool door knob and then sighed. He smiled to himself at the gesture.
“Yeah, the door knob fell off. Which is just great.” She muttered. Her voice grew tight and nervous.
Matt placed the door knob down and then remembered the water in the sink was still running. He quickly turned it off and tried to offer the woman some words of comfort. “I’m sure someone will come looking. Right? You said your friend was…”
“I lied. She’s busy with some guy and drunk off her ass. She wouldn’t be able to help us. You?”
Matt shook his head. The woman sighed. “My friend was already wasted when we got to the party.”
The woman groaned and slid to the floor. She tucked her knees in close. “Perfect. I’m gonna miss my flight tomorrow,” she muttered under her breath clearly so Matt wouldn’t hear, but he did.
“I’m sure everything will be alright.” He crouched down to the floor and leaned up against the sink cabinets.
The woman’s heartbeat continued to beat faster and Matt was sure she’d die of a heart attack if he didn’t find some way to calm her down.
“I’m Matt,” he blurted out. He felt his face heat up as the woman replied back.
“Y/N.”
“What year are you?” He found himself asking.
“Huh?” Y/N replied.
Matt cleared his throat. “What year of school are you in?”
“Oh,” Y/N said, “I’m not a student. Just a friend visiting a friend for a bit.”
Matt tilted his head at the words. “You don’t go to Columbia?”
“Nope,” Y/N muttered.
“Then why are you here at an end-of-year frat party?” Matt asked with a teasing tone. He could already hear her heartbeat returning back to its tranquil melody.
“Funny story, actually.” She chuckled.
“I have time.” Matt smiled. He flashed his signature grin. The one that had girls fawning over him.
Y/N blushed at his smile and began her story. She told Matt how a few months ago she auditioned for the Danish Royal Ballet company. They had gotten back to her saying they wanted her to join them. It was a dream come true for her. Matt intently listened to her love for dancing and how she immediately accepted. Instead of college, she chose to dance and now as of tomorrow afternoon, she’d be flying to Copenhagen. When she broke the news to her family and friends, they all demanded to have her visit. One of which had been her childhood best friend, Cameron. Matt chuckled and told her he knew Cameron. They shared a few laughs about the funny memories Matt and Y/N had of the young and chaotic woman.
“So now you’re visiting Cameron,” Matt repeated.
Y/N nodded. “Yep, she’s the last one that I was going to visit before flying to Denmark.”
Matt had extended his legs out. His feet occasionally grazed and bumped into Y/N’s feet. Every time they did, he’d fight the blush that tried to appear on his face.
“For a last hurrah, Cameron suggested–dragged me to this party. To be honest, I don’t like parties that much. It’s too loud, there are harsh lights, and the smells are just…”
“It’s overwhelming.” Matt finished. He knew the exact feeling.
“Yeah.” Y/N’s voice grew quiet. “Now, your turn Matt. What’s your story and how’d you end up locked in a bathroom with me?” Y/N jokingly asked.
Matt let out a laugh. Y/N smiled and giggle along. Matt felt a wave of relief fall over him. It had been a while since he really laughed like that: tears formed in the corner of his eyes, his breath cut short, and he clutched his chest.
“My story’s not as…” Matt closed his eyes thinking of the right word, “interesting as yours.”
“That’s alright,” Y/N smiled, “I happen to like mundane stories. Besides, I have time.”
Matt smirked at the familiar phrase he muttered before, which now fell from her lips. He opened his mouth to tell his story when he heard the shuffling of the dress Y/N was wearing. With a huff, she stood up from her seat and strolled over to Matt. She plopped down next to him. Their legs brushed against each other. Matt couldn’t help but flash a smile in her direction. His eyes concealed by his red-tinted glasses fell just below the woman’s chin.
“Did you just…” he chuckled.
As if she knew what he was asking, Y/N replied. “I can hear you better this way. You know, the party is quite loud.”
Now their legs were lying against each other. No longer shy, Y/N found herself scooting closer to Matt. Her hand snaked underneath his arm and then held it close. His hand playing with hers.
Matt just smiled. The blush on his face was now a similar shade to the scarlet lens that adorned his face.
“Sure, sweetheart.”
Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Anyways, I’m a law student here at Columbia. Before that I grew up in Hell’s Kitchen,” Matt told Y/N.
She rested her head against his shoulder causing Matt to pause his story. He took a moment to calm his thundering heart. When Matt began his story. He was planning on just sticking to his college years. His childhood was a tangle of sombre memories: the accident, his dad, and Stick. But his lips betrayed him and Matt found himself telling Y/N about his dad and growing up at the orphanage. A story he didn’t divulge to just anyone. But Y/N wasn’t anyone. She was the woman who was locked in the bathroom with him. The ballerina who’d be flying across the world tomorrow. She was the woman whose heartbeat was helping distract him from the chaos outside the bathroom door. She was Y/N. He’d only known her for a few hours, but Matt couldn’t help but think he’d known her his whole life. An idea that Matt cringed at. This wasn’t him. He was a flirt and a playboy, but for the woman in the bathroom, he’d be anything.
Soon, Matt was talking about the accident. The struggles of having your entire world stripped away in an instant. A good deed that was rewarded with eternal darkness. He told her about Nelson and Murdock, the law firm he was going to start with Foggy.
Together the two of them sat on the bathroom floor, sharing their lives and souls with one another. As Matt talked, Y/N listened. She rubbed his hand when he felt his throat clench. She just listened and Matt felt safe. He had no clue why, but he felt safe. Y/N was safe. In their tiny enclosure of a bathroom in a frat house, the two of them felt safe.
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The safety that the bathroom provided the two of them shattered at the sound of a hard object that collided with the window in the room. Matt and Y/N jumped to their feet at the sudden bang. Y/N’s grip on Matt’s arm got tighter before she let go. His side was now freezing cold without her warmth. He tilted his head to listen to her as she trod carefully over to the window. Her body froze and her heart had a quick uptake.
“Everything alright?” Matt asked in concern. He took a step forward before he heard her shuffle forward and then came a loud creaking sound.
Y/N’s smile turned upward as she looked out the open window. A cheer left her lips.
“Ah ha! Fuck yeah.”
Matt’s ears perked up. “What?”
“Why didn’t I think of this before?” Y/N scolded herself.
Matt chuckled. “Mind telling me what your amazing discovery is?”
“The window.”
“The window?”
“We can get out through the window. We’re on the first floor. It’s a bit of a jump, but we can get out!”
Matt’s face fell. “Oh, that’s great.” He smiled again when she looked back at him. A part of him wanted to stay in the bathroom forever. Just him and her. Matt and Y/N.
Her feet hit the ground and she walked back over to Matt. Her soft hands reached out and guided him over to the window. She lifted his hand up and to the window ledge.
“Do you think you can get up?” She asked.
Matt turned to her and smiled. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m a big boy.”
Y/N’s face flushed bright red at the comment. She was happy that he couldn’t see her right now. Matt knowingly smiled at her blush. He knew full well the effect his words had on her. Matt handed her his cane which she took and held close. Her free hand held out to help him up. Then he pulled himself up onto the ledge and swung his legs around. His knees bent the minute the tips of his feet hit solid ground. Standing up straight he turned around to the sound of Y/N following him out the window. With a yelp, Matt stuck out his hand to hold her steady as she braced herself from the jump. She muttered a quick thanks before dusting her dress off and handing Matt back his cane. She felt like a teenager sneaking out of her house.
The two of them stood underneath the window, unsure of what to do. Inside the house, the party was raging on. Matt could hear the numerous beverages being poured, the music tuned up louder, and people’s clothes grinding against one another. The more his senses took notice of it all, the more he just wanted to get out of there. He wanted to leave the party behind, take Y/N with him and enjoy the rest of the night.
It seemed as if Y/N was thinking the same thing.
“Wanna get out of here?” Matt asked at the same time Y/N suggested that they leave. The two of them smiled at their synchronization of thoughts.
“Where are you staying?” He wondered. He took a step in her direction.
“At Cameron’s, in the dorms.” She replied.
“Perfect,” Matt whispered. “We’re in the same building then.” He extended out his arm to Y/N and smiled. It was more for his benefit than hers. He wanted to hold her close, closer than they had been, sitting in the bathroom, a few moments earlier. There was something about Y/N that intoxicated him. Her scent, the sound of her heartbeat, the way she smiled at his attempts at flirting, all were like a drug that Matt could never get enough of. His face dropped slightly remembering that she was leaving tomorrow morning. She didn’t live here and wasn’t a student at Columbia. There was a part of him that wished she was. A part of him wished he could wake up tomorrow and be around her again–hear her heartbeat, feel her smile, smell her faint perfume, hold her close, but that wasn’t so. For now, Matt would settle on the now, making most of the time he had left and maybe if he’d play his cards right, he’d get to kiss her.
“Mind if I walk you back?”
Matt heard the young woman next to him stifle a giggle before linking her arm with his. She leaned into him, her calming scent washing over him. “I don’t see why not.”
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The walk back to the dorms was long, Y/N noted. Matt had chosen to take her the scenic route not that she minded. She enjoyed the walk back. The two of them chatted about life and never seemed to run out of things to talk about. She cherished the way Matt offered his jacket the minute a chill crept up her spine from the cold night. Matt loved the way Y/N pulled him a little bit closer the longer they walked. His warmth seeped into her side. To others who passed them by, it seemed as if Matt and Y/N were one person, walking so close they shared the same breaths, their hearts beating in sync.
Matt’s pace slowed as the familiar scents and sounds of the dorms swarmed his senses. He felt his hand hold Y/N a little bit tighter, pulling her back to walk at his sloth-like pace. Eventually, his feet betrayed him and he found himself entering the doors of the building. Then the elevator. Then the hallway where Cameron’s dorm was located. Then just outside the dorm.
Matt sighed softly at the loss of Y/N by his side. She had turned away from him and opened the door to Cameron’s dorm. Her back facing him. Her hand was still on the doorknob. Matt’s breath got heavy as he heard how fast Y/N’s heart was beating. She was waiting for something.
Suddenly she turned around and gasped slightly at the proximity she had to Matt. Matt smiled at the sound. Her scent now filled his nose. His senses were only focused on her. Her heartbeat, the sound of her breath, the way her hand ran against her dress in an attempt to soothe her nerves, the blood rushing to her cheeks, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her lips. Matt could tell they’d be soft. He wondered how’d they’d taste and how’d they’d feel against his.
Matt couldn’t stand it any longer. The two of them had been dancing around all evening. The hand of the clock was moving closer and closer to her departure time. He reached up a hand to cup her cheek, the other tickled her neck, coming to rest just above her heartbeat. Matt leaned in, but she stopped him. Her hand was firm on his chest.
“I can’t.” She whispered.
Matt frowned and pulled away. Was he reading this all wrong?
“Matt,” Y/N reached out. She pulled him back to her.
“I have this policy.” She explained. Matt found his hands finding a place at her waist. His grip was solid.
“A policy?” Matt asked. His brows raised.
“I…,” She shook her head. “I don’t kiss and say goodbye.” Her voice got quiet and if it wasn’t for Matt’s hyper-hearing, he was sure he would have missed it.
He smiled softly he opened his mouth to reply, but Y/N continued on.
“I leave tomorrow morning and I don’t know if I’ll ever be back in New York. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ll be back in the States for that matter.” Matt felt her head fall against his chest.
“But,” she said softly, “If I ever find you again in the future. If our paths somehow cross–like I need a defence lawyer,”
“Why? Do you plan on getting in trouble anytime soon,” Matt jokingly commented.
Y/N chuckled. The nervousness in her muscles relaxed.
“Or if my ballet company tours or something like that,” She continued. She lifted her head off of Matt’s chest and cupped his face in her hands. She leaned in close and brushed her nose against his. “If you aren’t taken and vise-versa, if we remember each other, remember this…”
“That’s a lot of ifs,” Matt whispered. His nose nudging hers.
“I know, but if destiny, fate, whatever is on our side, then I promise to give you a kiss.”
Matt’s ears perked up at those words.
“I’ll give you a kiss. A real kiss,” She repeated.
Matt laughed. “A real kiss?”
He felt her smile. “Yeah, not some peck on the cheek bullshit. A real kiss like how they do it in the movies.”
“Okay,” Matt said. He wished as he held her close, that he could say something poetic and what not but words failed him.
It was Y/N who pulled back first. Her hands fell from Matt’s face, and she stepped out of his hold. She turned away and whispered goodbye before closing the door to Cameron’s room. Matt sighed and stood outside her door taking in the promise she had made him. Forcing his mind to commit every last detail about her to memory. He’d be damned if he’d ever forget such a wonderful woman–Y/N.
Finally, he stepped away and walked down the hall back to the elevators. He had only made it a few steps before the door flung open and Y/N rushed out. She ran to Matt. He turned around to meet her when he felt a warmth on his cheek. She had kissed him. Kissed his cheek.
“There,” She stated. “A little something to mark the promise.”
Matt smiled and reached out to her, his hand grasping her forearm. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. His lips a promise to find her. A promise to never forget. He lingered close to her. His soft lips against her flushed cheek.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Matt,” Y/N whispered sweetly. “Find me in the future.”
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It was 3.26 in the morning when Foggy stumbled into the dorm. His drunken figure ran into the walls and tripped over shoes laid out across the floor. The noise from his entrance would have woken Matt from his slumber. However, Matt was awake. His sightless eyes gazed up at the ceiling. His mind was in a trace with a prayer on loop.
“Fuck, sorry Matt.” Foggy apologized. His voice was hoarse from the long night of alcohol and impromptu karaoke.
Matt turned on his side. “It’s alright, Foggy.”
“So…” Foggy began as he marched to the bathroom and hastily brushed his teeth clean. The bottle of tooth past lay untouched next to the sink. “Was it a night to remember?”
Matt couldn’t hide the large and bright smile that appeared on his face. Matt’s mind flashed with the memories from the evening, distracting him from answering Foggy’s question. Puzzled by his friend’s silence, Foggy stepped out of the bathroom. A toothbrush stuck in his mouth, and hands on his hips.
“You didn’t…” Foggy exclaimed the words sounding mushed with the toothbrush in his mouth. He quickly took out the toothbrush and discarded it on the side of the sink. “Who is she?”
Matt sat up and looked in Foggy’s direction. The pungent smell of the party that followed Foggy didn’t bother Matt as he thought about the woman of the evening. Part of him wanted to keep the events of tonight a secret. He wanted to keep Y/N–the memory of her to himself. However, Matt’s mouth opened up and betrayed the inner thoughts of his mind, and he told Foggy everything. He told Foggy about being locked in the bathroom. The way she sat down next to him. Her leg brushed against his. He told Foggy about how he could have talked to the woman for hours and that he had told her so much about him some of which Foggy had never known. The smell of her perfume, and the sound of her voice and when she laughed. Matt smiled as he relayed their escape from the bathroom and the way she held on to him the walk back drawing him closer as the cold night went on. Matt told Foggy of his reluctance to let her go, and how he wished she were a student here. That he could be with her again and again, but that it couldn’t be. Later today, she’d be on a plane far away from New York. Far away from Matt.
The room grew silent, and Matt just sat on his bed. Unsure of the thoughts and feelings dancing around his head.
“What is it?” Foggy asked. He got the sense that there was something more to Matt’s mysterious woman of the evening. “A ground-breaking kiss? Mind-blowing sex?”
Matt just shook his head. Foggy gasped.
“I kissed her cheek,” Matt replied. He had said it as if it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. A tiny kiss on the cheek. A kiss she had ran after him for.
Foggy feined dramatically. “A. Kiss. On. the. Cheek.”
“No, Fog…” Matt began. His head shook at Foggy’s statement. “We made a promise.”
Foggy stopped his dramatic acting and hopped on his bed. “A promise?” He repeated sceptically. This was his friend, Matthew Murdock, the campus playboy and heartthrob, and here he was a complete sap over a girl he had only met a few hours before. It didn’t possible to Foggy.
“If we find each other in the future, remember this night, the promise, then she’d give me a real kiss.”
“A real kiss?” Foggy chuckled.
“Like one of those in the movies.”
Foggy’s eyes narrowed at Matt. “She’s your Cinderella,” he blurted.
“My what?”
“Your Cinderella. The promise, AKA the shoe. The party tonight, the ball. Love at first sight You get my gist.”
“I’m not in love with her Fog it’s just…”
Foggy rolled his eyes. “She’s your Cinderella,” Foggy stated firmly. “You’re a complete sap over a woman you’ve only known for a few hours. Therefore, CINDERELLA.”
Matt smiled. “My Cinderella,” he repeated to himself.
“Now, you just need to go all Prince Charming and scour the kingdom for her,” Foggy mumbled as he fell back in his bed and snuggled into his blankets.
Matt smiled at the thought and laid back down. His eyes raised up once again to the ceiling. Y/N, he thought. Matt felt like a sinner as the most beautiful sound he had ever heard left his lips–her name. He said it over and over again. A silent prayer to God that he’d meet her again in the future. He’d find his Cinderella and claim his kiss. He’d remember her: her scent, the melody of her heart, the touch of her skin and her lips, everything. Soon Matt felt his eyelids fall closed as midnight dreams overtook him. All he could think about was her. Y/N. He’d find her he just knew it.
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thinking of writing a neteyam x fem reader fic where reader is part of a group of warriors sort of like the 'dora milaje' and the warriors are tasked with keeping the clan safe and more specifically the olo'eyktan and his family. and neteyam is in awe of her and tries to get to know her, and at first she is annoyed bc as a warrior she has to be focused and he is a distraction but over time she's just like whatever but secretly pleased to see him and neteyam is just like [heart eyes] >>>>
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𝙀𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬
| 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 ! 𝙍𝙖𝙥𝙝 × 𝙊𝘾 | 𝘽𝙖𝙮𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝘼𝙐 |
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing , Violence
• possibly a part 1 if it goes well. Also mysteryyyyy ~
𝟭𝟬 : 𝟰𝟱 𝗽𝗺...
𝟭𝟬 : 𝟰𝟱 𝗽𝗺 was the time she was suppose to be here.
“ I could have sworn she said she was gonna be here . . . ” Jackie sighed as his hands rested in his large heat insulated hoodie. New York had just started its snowy season and the streets couldn't be anymore busy. His teeth chatter and his eyes squint as the crunch of newly fallen snow is present while he walks down the small sidewalk of Times Square. He would periodically check his texts to see if the person he was talking to would ever show.
They planned to meet for some Christmas shopping and possible go out for a bite to eat. But from the text only being left on read, it told another story.
He got stood up.
𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣
“ for fucks sake.. again with this.. ” he grunts as he shoves his phone back into his pocket. His eyes glancing around the car driven roads as he makes his way down a few blocks towards a empty lot way. God he hated this. This feeling. Its the fact that he can't really be known to seeing he has been stood up until its kind of too late. April's warned him , heck even Casey knew about stuff like this happening on a dime. Jackie had that type of aura and energy to still try to make things work.
Though he wasn't sure how long he could keep that up. As well as with the Turtles. Yeah he liked them but how could he admit his feelings to them. Mainly to Raph.. He has always been like a big brother to Jackie but it kind of became more. It was the way the terrapin was. Underneath the mean and rough exterior. The was something more to him than people portrayed him to be..
Jackie thoughts wonder for a moment as he soon looks up seeing people standing around at something. Curious but cautious he follows towards the group of people crowding down an alleyway. His ears hearing the sounds of shouting and loud grunts bounce off the alleyway walls as he looks around through the thicket of people.
Only flashes and glimpses of 2 individuals duking fists and kicks wildly as a group of people banter and yell to both. Luckily Jackie managed to squeeze in between the few he could as he gets better view of the opponents. The smell of cigar smoke , spices , and rather.. questionable substances are puncturing Jackie's nose as he wines trying to get a better view. He could only make out the bare minimum of details.
A round heavy set man with black hair and clothes matching a description of a notorious gang back in the day. The purple dragons. They use to run the backstreets on new york whenever the foot was around. Luckily thier numbers began to dwindle as they were either taken out by the foot. Or by the Turtles. So it was still rare to see a person in the purple dragons during this time. But with all the crime spikes it wouldn't be put of the question.
But as for the other person , Jackie had never seen them before. At least not to his knowledge. Between the blurred movemnet and the darkness out the outside and snow.. he could barely make out the figure. They worre A large black tactical suit and a large helmet masking thier face. As well as a chain and mace like object strapped to his hips.
Jackie watched in slight awe at the fight. The banter echoes as people yell profanities and calls to both. “ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩 ?! ” the hooded stranger called out as he throws a mean right hook to the guys jaw causing them to stumble back. A sea of winced faced and " oohs " can be heard before roars and cheers are met with the hooded figure standing victorious above his now concussed opponent. A group coming around drag the victim back as the crowd continued to cheer and make noise.
The figure joining in with occasional banter and sbowboating. Jackie looks them up and down trying to figure out and process who this person could be. Could it be a male? Maybe a girl! A girl with a vlice changer and body suit on . Though he shakes the thought and grabs his phone switching to record and video tape the hooded person through the group of people.
“ 𝙒𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩! 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖 -
” silence falls from.there voice as thier helmet visor fixated on the crowd. Jackie looking at the phone slowly stepping back as he realizes they can directly see him. People began to disperse as he pockets the phone quickly turning back to appear like he didn't know nothing.
The figure doesn't move. Blocking his hands out to stop any people from making a move and to show he isn't of any harm. Jackie watching in caution and readiness just in case. The figure didn't speak now his movement slow as he tilts his head. The a siren. Flashing red and blue light lit up the alley exit as the sound of cops opening door and aiming ready to take down any criminals or people wanting to combat them.
The hooded figure crouches looking at Jackie a hand holding out to nonverbal tell him to stay still a blinking nod from Jackie as he hears the officers give orders. Shaky hands come up as the figure soon rolls something between the others legs.
A canister. It ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick.
“ 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 ! ”
He calls as the crowd of people began to flee and the canister explodes sending large clouds of gas everywhere. Jackie takes a second before dashing towards the backend of the alley and hops over a gated fence. He knew he had to get out of thier. He coughs covering his face as he walks out of the smoke and into an bustling streetway.
He looks back down the alleyway as the smoke still spreads out from the alley. The next send he turns he sees the figure. Sitting on a larger than average motocyle like vehicle. The ominous gaze from the black helmet hiding any emotion from them. Jackie getting one last glance before a bus drives between them obstructing his view.
And before he knew it..
They were gone.
He blinks before rubbing his head. This was strange. He hadn't ever seen anyone like this before. And they didn't seem to be a threat or villainous, at least from.that small encounter but still. Jackie takes a glance at his phone once more scrolling through the pictures. " who are you..." he ponders as he begins his walk. He has to figure this out. It was another mystery of the city to solve.
And lets just say. He loves mystery.
Kind of a weird place to stop but don't fret. This might end up a pt.1 if it is good enough 😅
Dividers belong to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more ♡
#tmnt bayverse#bayverse turtles#tmnt 2k16#blurrynightstmnt#tmnt 2k14#tmnt oc#tmnt raphael#bara turtles#tmnt x oc#tmnt bayverse au#bayverse x reader#bayverse raph#bayverse oc#nightwatcher!raph#possible series#tmnt raph x reader#bayverse raph x reader
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Chronicles of ARC: Hub
Dreams were always weird. At times, it showed what you wanted, what you feared, and what you missed. However, now the only thing that was shown was memories showing familiar scenes of a school in the shape of a castle only for it to shift to look like a clock tower. From clothing resembling a student only to change for more formal and professional like a teachers. The strangest scene, however, was that of a woman with red hair looking at someone, and when she reached her hand out, the vision warped to a woman with fox looking sad and desperately reaching, but only to be met by darkness.
Jaune would wake up feeling that he was on the ground and was greeted with green grass. Letting out a groan, he would try to go back to sleep only to be met by something licking his face, forcing him back up. "Wait, what?!" he thought, getting up from the ground trying to see what had licked him and was hit with a headbutt by the culprit, a giant jackalope with golden fur. "If this is dream I wanna wake now," He said only for the jackalope to get close and started to let out a whine a bit, asking for affection.
"OK ok ok I'm up," Jaune said as he was petting the jackalope, which took it with no issue. "Geez wonder where you came from....and where I exactly am i?" He thought as he finally took notice of his surroundings. He was standing in the middle of a farm, its boundaries marked by a stone wall, standing in front of him was a 2 story house painted blue with a grey roof and off to the side was a red barn and what seems to be a gardening patch. "This looks...kinda familiar where have i....no wait that looks like my family and this area its like my workshop in the countryside....even has my garden patch" Jaune thought as he started to walk towards the barn and the jackalope following him.
Entering the barn, Jaune was shown that it holds a line of big stables as there were big piles of hay, even seeing big tubs for what he assumed was for either washing or drinking water. "Let's go ahead and get you in one, you big ball of fluff," He said, leading the jackalope to an open stable seeing a hay patch for bedding and 2 tubs one for water and the other for food. "Guess that answers my question, but let's go ahead and get you water" He says as the stigma on his arm started to glow a deep blue color as a ball of water forms in front of him and letting it drop splashing him. The jackalope only seemed to laugh a bit as it passed him and started to drink.
"I'll come back in a little bit ok" He thought, closing the stable door and starting to walk to the house. He would walk up to the door as he was hesitant to open it. What was gonna greet him? Should he open the door? Was it gonna be folks, maybe his 'sworn brother'? Shaking away the thoughts, he opened ti the door to be greeted with silence and a furnished living room, connected to a kitchen that has a dining table along with a fridge, a big oven/stove and above it cabinets with a microwave in the middle. "It looks just like home....back on remnant," He thought as his eyes took in sight, seeing the stairs leading up along with 3 closed doors. If he remembered right his room was upstairs and taking up, he would past closed doors, reaching his old room. Opening the door, he saw his childhood room, a big bed that had a double door closet, a desk where his computer would be, and a dresser that had a surprising sight of a photo album. Picking it up the first sight to greet him was his family. Going through the pages, he had pictures of his birth, his sisters, and even reaching the point where it had shown beacon. "Wait, when did I take pictures?" He questioned, seeing the ballroom of the first night, his team room, the emerald forrest, the forever fall, and picture that almost made him tear up. It was a group photo of teams RWBY and JNPR after they had destroyed the cafeteria in a massive food fight.
"That was a crazy day....I hope they're ok," Jaune thought, turning the page as it showed his time at the clock tower. His induction to the school, meeting Zelretch and Waver, the El-Melloi class, and the summoning of...'her' as a tear had fallen, hitting the photo. Wiping his face, Jaune closed the album as he decided to walk towards the bath. Coming on the mirror, he would see his reflection only to meet with a surprising sight instead of seeing himself in his early forties of medium length hair and a full beard. Jaune saw himself in his late 20s with short hair and feeling the back of his head, a short braid ponytail, and a thin beard on his chin. "OK, now I know I'm dreaming cause thus just doesn't make sense," he yells out as he also takes notice of his clothes, that being his explorer outfit, a black button-up, white vest, red tie, white pants with combat shoes and a short black coat with what seems to be shoulder padding on it.
Heading back to his room and opening the closet, Jaune would see a full closet of his clothes during his time at the clocktower. Changing into more casual clothes of cargo sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. Walking back downstairs, a slight rumble would shake the house, making him run outside and see an odd sight that of a sword stuck to the ground bearing the exact same handle of his crafted mystic code and a stone blade. He would walk towards the blade, questions running into his mind as he tried to make sense of everything that happened. The house, the barn, the garden, the PHOTO ALBUM, and seeing his mystic code in the ground in front of him. The answer slowly dawned on him as he backed up and fell to the ground. "Did....did I die?" He questions, looking up to see a familiar blue ball with 2 rings circling it. The reminder of his oath and what stole him away from remnant....the counter force.
(From the wiki and visual of a manifestation)
#rwby#jaune arc#crossover au#fate series#counter guardian ARC#the beginning#of some sort#juniper#possible series#more to come
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for the first time, i have queued two fics in advance and im so proud rn
Edit: i somehow saved this thing in drafts 🫠🫠🫠
#ask me about these fics if you want#one is lucien fluff drabble thing#and one is grayson hawthorne angsty thing#possible series#proud of myself
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Possible series idea! Thoughts?
Thor and Loki have created an all-inclusive high school on Midgard. Its education system is on par with Asgard, focusing on all important subjects.
Attending Asgardian High are the children of:
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
Natasha Romanoff
Bruce Banner
Clint Barton
Tony Stark
Loki Laufeyson
Thor Odinson
And possibly more.
There would also be non-Avenger-related children as well.
This series would be filled with angst, drama, fluff, and hints towards sexual activity with the older (18 year old) students.
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky barnes x you#the winter soldier#the winter soldier fanfiction#bucky barnes smut#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers smut#steve rogers x reader#tony stark#clint barton#loki laufeyson#thor odinson#bruce banner#possible series#natasha romanoff#Asgardian High
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Gabriel x Reader
(sorry if this is bad. This is my first one shot)
Warning: Angst, swearing, mentions of death(if I miss anything let me know)
It has been three weeks since I had seen Gabriel. He had gone to save Mary and Jack in the other Earth. Sam and Dean came back and said that he had angel business to deal with. I was praying and praying for him to return not knowing he was dead.
I was getting lonelier without him. Each Day I felt more chunks of my soul were going to disappear. I hadn’t left my room for days. I get a knock on my door. “Come in” I yell out.
It was Sam coming to bring me food. He was the only person keeping me from completely falling apart. He comes and talks to me every day and snuggles me to help me feel better. He is like a brother to me. But these past few days he has been acting way off. Today he sees me with tear stained eyes and baggy clothes
“Tasha, me and Dean need to talk to you.” He said. I sit up and see Dean enter the room. “What’s going on guys?” I ask. They are acting really weird.
Sam sits in the bed with me and Dean stands in the doorway looking guilty. Sam puts a hand on my shoulder. “We didn’t want to say anything because we weren’t sure how you would react. But we realize now that you need closure” Sam said.
“ Closure from what? Guys you’re scaring me.” I say laughing nervously.
“Gabriel is dead Tasha.” Dean said softly.
I freeze. What? No. This can’t be happening. Wait a minute. “How long have you known?” I ask. They stay deadly silent. I am fuming. “TELL ME!” I yell out. Tears streaming down my face.
“Um about two weeks.” They both look down guiltily. I saw red. They lied to me. I can’t believe this.
Sam tries to pull me into a hug. “Tasha I’m so-“
“don’t touch me” I yell at him and then I run out. They don’t follow. I go to the library and grab the keys to my Shelby Cobra aka “Lottie” and I leave. Those bastards deserve to rot for lying to me.
Gabriel is gone. There is nothing I can do. I drive until there are no more tears left to cry. Then I still drive staring ahead. No emotion left.
AN ☺️
hi guys author here. This is my first fanfiction. Do you want me to continue this? Or if you have any requests for one shots or series please message me or put it in the comments! Also please give me any and all feedback. I wanna make this is great as possible for you.
#richard speight jr#supernatural#gabriel#x reader#supernatural angst#angst#sad ending#sam winchester#dean winchester#sam and dean#cool cars#spn gabriel x reader#gabriel x reader#possible series
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Hi I love your stories and I was wondering if I could request a jake fic with him being popular and confident but gets shy when he's around the reader even though they aren't dating
omg thank you sm and ofc i can. i love jake. this is literally such a great idea y/n and jake are 18 and 3rd years in school
as you walked into school, your airpods in just listening to whatever. you passed jake. jake was the most popular boy in school. every girl had a crush on him, and you did two. you walked past him to your locker, right next to him and his friends. you unlocked your locker grabbing your math and science books and heading off to class. you entered the class room and sat down in your normal spot. once everyone filled in your professor walked in
you leaned back in the seat a little bit as the next song played.
"okay class were going to be starting a new project. no you may not pick your teams"
you looked over to your friend sora. you mouthed 'this fucking bitch'
sora mouthed back 'i know right'
you looked back up at the board and you saw that you and jake were together. you grabbed your things and went over to his desk. you could feel the popular girls staring daggers at you. but you knew something about them. they were fucking the teachers to get higher scores. desperate bitches. you smiled at jake, he gave you a sheepish smile back. you laied your head down on the desk and waited for the teacher to give further instructions
"alright, your project will be over the human body. both male and female. this will be your final. so, therefore, it will be a presentation"
you groaned and hid your face in your hands. you looked up at jake who looked a little bit red "hey, you okay?"
you asked making sure to keep your voice down a little bit. "yea i'm fine. just great" obvious lie. you were a teen mom, you know what obvious lies sounded like. hell you did them up until your labor kicked in.
you looked back up at the board. and you only had 3 minutes left of class. you got out your phone and gave jake your number “text me later today. you can come over to my house and work on the project”
~time skip brought to you BY THE FACT NIKI IS 17~
you picked your 10 month old daughter up. “hey baby girl”. you saw her smile and then you smiled. you went into your room and lit a candle. you sat your daughter on your bed and changed into some grey sweatpants and a random shirt from your closet. you grabbed your daughter and walked over to the bathroom attached to the room. you sat her up on the bathroom counter
“whose that pretty girl. oof your mommas looking rough”
your daughter smiled and laughed while hitting the mirror. you smiled over at her. you heard a knock on the front door. you grabbed your daughter and went down stairs. you settled her on your hip and went downstairs. you unlocked and opened the door. you saw jake. jake saw you, and your daughter.
“oh i’m s-so so-sorry did i barge in on something”
“oh no your fine. erm meet my daughter, amari”
“she looks a lot like you, minus the piercings”
you’ve heard the amari looked like you all the time. you got your nose pierced on your 16th birthday. and then all your ear piercings were gotten throughout the years. then your belly button piercing, you got after you gave birth to amari
you invited jake inside. you sat amari down in her play pen and you went upstairs to grab your laptop and phone. you got back downstairs and you saw that jake was just spacing out looking at amari
you sat down on the couch, setting your laptop down on the table
“is it hard being a teen mom?” jake asked you you looked at him
“uhm yea a little bit, but i’m a single teen mom. her dad left and he doesn’t wanna share custody. i’m just happy that i have my mom, she helps pay for daycare and i’m her days if she watches amari for me. but yea it’s hard”
jake nods. he takes him phone out of his pocket and grabs his laptop. that’s when amari starts getting fussy. you look at the time
“oh she’s hungry, can you watch her for me really quick”
“oh yea fine by me”
you went into the kitchen and grabbed a clean bottle. you grabbed a package of breast milk out of the fridge. and that’s when the front door opened. it was your mom. you shook the bottle up and walked back into the living room
“last time i left y/n with a boy alone i got a granddaughter” you smiled at the line and you grabbed amari and sat her down. bringing your knees up setting amari on your legs. you put the bottle in her mouth.
“momma he’s just a friend”
“kinda like how yuun was a friend”
“yuun was a mistake”
you looked over at jake who was looking over at you and amari. there was a blush spreading across his face. you smiled over at him. you looked back at amari who had low lidded eyes. you smiled at her. you took the almost finished bottle out of her mouth and laid her down on your chest. and started patting her back so that she would fall asleep
you smiled at amari who was fully asleep. you put her back in her play pen and layer her on a pillow. you opened your laptop and the screen opened onto the login screen you put in your password “070722” amaris birthday
you opened powerpoint and hand google on the other side
“so how do you think we should start this”
you grabbed your notebook and pencil. you wrote down the date 05/14/23. you write at the top of the page “group project; y/n and jake”
“i like our names being together, they sound so good”
you picked up on the hint right away. you smiled over at jake
“jake, do you have a crush on me”
“w-wh-what no-no” he blushed
lie.
“jake that was a lie” you kissed his cheek. jakes blush spread across to his ears
~time skip brought to your by jays fine ass~
you washed out amaris hair and got her out of the tub. you sat her down on your bed and grabbed her lotion. you unwrapped the towel and put the lotion on her. you grabbed a diaper and put it on her.
you took her back to the bathroom and stood her up on the counter “whose that pretty girl?” she smiled and smacked the mirror. you smiled at her. you picked her up and settled her on your hip and walked over to your moms room
“can you watch her i’m going to take a shower”
“yea sure” you sat amari on your moms bed next to her. you went back you your room and got undressed. turning your water on. you opened spotify on your phone
“honestly i’m trying to stay focused” the song started. you got into the shower and started washing yourself up. then you started thinking about jake
“fuck.” you said aloud. you knew you were falling in love again. the last time that happened was with yuun. and yuun got you pregnant and dipped
you sighed. you got out of the shower and got dressed in some sweats and a sports bra. you get downstairs and grabbed amari a bottle and you a sparkling water. you went into your moms room and grabbed amari
you went back to your room and turned on outer banks the only show she will pay attention to. you smiled at her and put the bottle in her mouth “you might have a new daddy if this works out well”
aghhhh i hope that you enjoy this. i wanted to make y/n a teen mom because i wanted to damn. anyways i hope you like it :)
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how would y'all feel if i did an eddie series? i'm thinking:
Separated!Eddie x Separated!Reader (possibly married with kids, if not married and Eddie's career is in the beginning stages of taking off and things just kind of fizzle out, and he moves on quickly after they separate, making reader hurt and pissed)
let me know what y'all think because i'm very tempted
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• Serpentine Warning •
A long ago written fic finally seeing the light of day. Talk of a lavishly thrown banquet had reached your attention, will you risk the seeping venom to partake in the labyrinth of genuine deceit?
Semi Slow burn, potential enemies to lovers, set in an older time period.
Tag a snake stan perhaps?
The estate where the Asim family resided can be described by an array of metaphors, usually falling among one of three classifications. A genie’s threshold where anything you wish regardless of foolishness, may be granted by miracles possible in wealth. An endless catalyst for the wonders of the very scalding sands merchants traverse in the name of prosperity. And the more unpleasant.. A den of vipers waiting to feast on sinners unworthy of the world’s finest gold. Just how exactly these whispers of two way grandeur came to be, was a tale left to be told by whoever managed to avert their longing.
Despite the countless uncertainties that surround the estate, we are but only human where it’s in our nature to go after what we can’t reach in hindsight. Ambition? Desire? Greed? Time and time again these fickle reasons plague the human heart, try as you might but not even the rush or lack of blood can disprove the temptation whenever one lays their eyes on the doors looming the visage of fools. Had you been none the wiser…would you have turned away? Or did the venom already entice you before you could take one step on the embellished tiles?
How pitiful…then again, so was he.
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The heat wasn’t all that forgiving, neither was the vendor you tried talking to in hopes of gathering a bit of knowledge regarding that diamond in the rough, a building that can never be missed for a mirage in this literal desert. A subtle sneer left their lips before finally caving in due to your state.
“That gold den-er- estate is where Asim and his family live, with more children than a run of the mill town, there ain’t wondering why it beats the property size of the capital…”
Eyes blinked in thought over what the vendor said, a promising beast tamer such as yourself had seen many things over your travels, a wealthy family isn’t inherently new but this was a different case. One may even call it dire.
“Asim… say, sir. How well do they take to guests.?”
That vendor soon relished in his fit of cackles, hand waving before reaching for the side of his stained turban. It was obvious he didn’t think of the question seriously, much less taking this new face traveler in a genuine manner. How can he?
“Listen kid- they may not be royalty or sultan in status but trust me when I tell ya that-”
A mere single coin was thrown over his counter, the gold glint of maddol caught the vendor’s eye but he merely shook his head before pushing back the money over to you.
“-regardless of tipping, this is just friendly advice. Call it hm..good deed? Good karma? Whatever the shaftland folks call it- unless you’re a big shot yourself you’ can't exactly waltz over to their door and expect to be received lightly”
The traveling beast tamer could only sigh in response, but his honesty was appreciated at least. Old eyes scanned your reaction, it wasn’t entirely rare for merchants to just come and aim for a hook with the Asims but observing you told him that you had pure intentions. He coughed to get your attention to which you gingerly complied by looking back up at him.
“Buuut those folks are holding a public banquet or something along those lines- rich folk get bored in confusing ways honestly”
With newfound hope and turning on their heels they gave one final wave to the vendor, before turning their gaze over to him once he was a good distance away. Pulling down the hood of their worn out cloak to flash a genuine grin.
“I’ll take your word for it, thank you again”
He could only grin in giddiness when he found a few of his fruits gone in exchange for twice their price. Maybe Shaftland morals work after all, he thought.
What exactly was your goal here? Simple really… as simple as trying to find a place to stay for the week is. Let’s rewind shall we? The worn out cloak on your back covers the brooch one called Dire Crowley bestowed on you, as his student in the art of beast taming. Yet it’s that very same man who gave one ambitious assignment before you can be truly called a full fledged beast tamer.
‘Reach the other end of the map, your prize and insignia as a beast tamer will wait for you. Aren’t I so gracious for molding you into a fine veteran of your field~? But a good beast tamer must be able to withstand the curses of the world just as their beast can withstand the orders of their master. Use any means necessary, just make sure to get to your destination.’
You can still hear the echoes of his frivolous laughter in your head, or were the effects of the sun’s heat already taking effect? Either was just as bad as the other truth be told. Recalling the old vendor’s words, you hoped that you’d stumble upon a kind host within that banquet, the sun was at its afternoon peak so you should still have a bit of time to prepare. An inn would’ve been an option if you actually manage to find one not crawling with greedy thieves. The last one you tried had almost stolen your brooch! Life was hard, even you understood that, resorting to a life of crime isn’t gonna keep you on the brighter side of life… that’s what you’d like to believe anyways.
Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop when you harshly bumped into someone, two grunts collided rendering you both to retreat. Lost in your own lamentation you failed to notice someone carrying what looked to be bags of fruits and vegetables…a bit too much for one simple family dinner you thought.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking-”
“Don’t, no need…”
Velvet like voice ringed in your range of hearing, only now did you observe the man you’ve had the misfortune of bumping into. Dark hair cascaded down his back in sets of braids embedded with bits of gold. You immediately kneeled down to help collect the scattered fruit muttering a string of apologies to which he didn’t say much on rather, focusing his attention on reorganizing his bought goods. You look up only to be met with deep charcoal gray eyes, laced with neither gratitude nor disdain. Perhaps the sun’s heat was beginning to take its toll on your senses but all you knew was that he had already finished recovering from the nasty fall.
Without being given another chance to apologize he briskly stepped past you and left the scene, earning a scoff on your end for his rude conclusion but then again you did admit that it was partially your fault… And yet you couldn't help but to feel a tad bit irate with how passive he was with your sincerity, the least someone could've done was communicate normally, yes?
The thought only made your head hurt, refusing to succumb to the heat’s effects. You shook your head and allowed your steps to take you to a well shaded area. The formation of the dry plants along the stone benches told you that this was supposed to be some sort of park. Was it well kept? In a way perhaps one could call it that… So with a heavy sigh you rested until it was time.
—
Any blemish within the estate's reputation burns and disappears on certain nights. Just like this moment where your feet are leading you to the tall gold encrusted doors where guests of all status are pouring in like moths drawn to a flame, the open banquet was truly an enchanting fire to behold. With the occasion being held by none other than the merchant Asim, said to be a monarch of the trade world but such descriptions were never left spineless. This open banquet where even the poorest of street rats or the richest of peacocks may make merry in the name of festivity. Was this a flaunt of wealth? Power? Influence? A warning? An invitation? It always depends on who's asking.
The outside should've given you a sufficient heads up for what lies beyond the doors, the towering structure against the twilight sky felt ethereal from afar sure but when the heel of your shoe made contact with the carpet…
“-to your liking is it?”
Gaze locked with sharp serpentine like eyes, your attention piqued the moment the tall male gave a small smile. It was the same man from earlier...only now did your eye catch the circular bronze tray under his arm, was he a staff here perhaps? It didn’t take you much to notice his mannerisms. They were attentive with an air of caution. A small nod was given in return to his inquiry, laced with the slightest bits of bittersweet respect.
“Yes, its reputation precedes it…”
He gave a slow nod, when he first bumped Into you he didn't think much of the accident, simply writing it off as that- an accident. Your attire did gave him a vague idea but now that you stepped foot on the family's estate? He couldn't tell whether you'd still remain as a forgettable face on today's boisterous event. Jamil subconsciously gripped the tray tighter, deeming your presence as something to try and minimize contact with. He needed to do that while everyone was at their lightest, he heard your conversation with that old vendor earlier- a beast tamer at a time like this? It posed a threat to his otherwise calculated plan of action.
There was something about his gaze that made you feel on edge, yet it wasn’t the type that urged you to stay away. Earlier you could barely observe any display of emotion under the scorching sunlight but now it's effect was the opposite, the feeling left you standing where you stood, eyes lingering to his distanced figure.
"You should scurry along then…loitering won't do you much good"
And here you thought he'd at least hold the hospitable front a bit longer. Your first impression of him had no immediate mark but now he was finessing his way over to your iffy list. Gingerly following his advice you gave an instinctive scoff, hastily walking to a safer spot where you wouldn’t be blocking the entrance. What was it with him? Dropping by and whisking out of your sights the next, it was as if he was purposely doing it. The mere thought was provoking on your end and had you been none the wiser perhaps you would've tailed that man.
You did your best to put those thoughts to rest, making small talk with most of the guests in hopes of finding a good host for travelers such as yourself. Standing next to these lavishly dressed personnel felt humbling, truth be told, each parading their utmost worth for the public eye. You weren't too low on the tier of prestige, showing elements of sage Island fashion with the addition of your dearly loved brooch pinned to the left of your chest. A prospect beast tamer like yourself earned you your fair share of charismatic talks, perhaps associating with that oh so gracious bird kept your social ammunition full and loaded.
Talk led you down the line of guests, eventually coming into contact with the king of merchants himself. Despite being new around these parts there was just a certain air of luxury radiating off of the grinning man you're currently conversing with. If you possessed a keener sense of smell there were faint traces of foreign herbs laced on his person here and there.
"Why- if it's a place you need then I have rooms upon rooms for guests of your sort! It'd be a shame if a student of Crowley couldn't even be treated accordingly!"
You had to suppress a cough when he patted your back with the slightest bit of force, lost in his own glee of receiving yet another fine guest at his humble abode.
"W-why thank you for your hospitality sir. I'll be sure to inform my mentor of your gracious act"
This was what earned your ticket to a safe haven of rest, you thought, not catching the way he called for someone to come over.
"Oh you're too kind my child- your field is an art to behold! I'm quite a fan myself if I'm being honest, Oh the menagerie you'd love it! Who knows you might be even able to assist in taming this new find we had shipped from the north!- ah but where are my manners? Look at this old man bombarding the youngster with his nonsense- I'll have you escorted by someone to your quarters."
The shared smiles on your faces dropped when you saw who exactly your escort was. They say once was happenstance, twice was coincidence and third…
"Oh? If that's the case...then I'll see to it that they arrive there safely"
...three times is enemy action.
"Thank you Viper, you're in good hands here my dear guest"
"Is that so…"
The grand chandeliers reflected a golden hue over his expression, displaying sharpness for whatever he was intending to do. You of all people would know what that foretold, reading a beast's mannerisms were part of your skills and only few would admit that it was the same with people.
Jamil in turn observed your expression, it was one he himself had to be cautious of. He's served this estate all his life and that guard you refuse to lower would either hinder or work in his favor. Keeping formalities in mind he gave a partial bow to your figure where even his master can see the servant's deed. Subtly extending an arm forward for you to take.
One week, for one week neither of you are free from the other's thoughts. And had you known it would have cost you your tranquil peace of mind, you wouldn't have jumped into this den of venom. Nor would've you accepted his hand for guidance, calloused yet tender warmth left as soon as it met your own skin.
A/N: This is a starter fic, should demand call for it then a continuation will be given 👀. Jamil is fun to write and He'd be more fun to characterize in a situation where his priorities and morals will be compromised.
#twisted wonderland#twst fic#jamil viper#twisted wonderland jamil#twst jamil#twst x reader#Moon Caffeine#possible series
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Rough Nights
AVED!Ash Williams x Reader
Warnings: 18+, Mature Language, Flirting (later), typical Ashy things 😎💅😈
Authors Notes: Hey everyone! My first REAL insert/imagine! It'll most likely be a series. Hope y'all enjoy!
PROLOGUE
(Ash narrating)
30 years ago, my friends and I spent the night at a cabin. We found a book, "Necronomicon Ex -Mortis", "The Book of the Dead". Certain passages were recited, it awoke something in the woods, something dark...evil.
I was the only one to escape and for the past 30 years I've been hiding out...
I had to move out of my hometown because of it. Things haven't been the same since that night.
30 Years Later
And now...here I am. Coming "home" from my night shift at the Value Stop...
(3rd POV)
Ash sluggishly walks through the Airstream door and slamming it shut. "Honey...I'm home." Tossing his keys and whatever was loose in his pocket into the basket on his coffee table.
Reaching around his back, stretching and groaning. With a loud SNAP!...SNAP!... POP! and alleviating exhale, he's ready for bed. Just mere seconds away from getting his work clothes off and to rest his eyes with his little "Bed Bug", Ash noticed something. It was very subtle. He looks around the Airstream and notices that a jacket and a pair of car keys were missing in basket.
"Damnit. They're not back yet."
#bruce campbell#ash williams#evil dead#evil dead 2#army of darkness#ash vs evil dead#ashley joanna williams#sam raimi#ash williams fluff#ash williams imagine#possible series
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Had this idea: What if the reader was an archeologist who finds Arthur's grave? Upon investigation, she falls into the world of Red Dead Redemption. Let's see where this goes.
You'd studied your whole life to get a degree in archeology, figuring it paid well enough. When you set out on your own, you were excited to say the least. After finding a spot that anyone had yet to explore, you took off, eager for the chance to make a discovery. It was a grave, just northeast of what once was an old fort, set up on a hill. So, you made the journey. It was quite the hike to get up that hill, and you were exhausted by the time you made your way to the top. But you were well rewarded with an old, weathered tombstone. You could hardly make out the words, "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness." The name was well worn, but you believed it read, "Arthur Morgan." You couldn't believe it. Arthur Morgan?! The legendary gunslinger? This had to be your break! You set your things up quickly, thrilled at the chance to prove that all that money spent on college wasn't a waste. Once your shovel began to hit the ground, however, you found yourself growing tired, and fast. Almost like something was draining the strength from your very soul. But, you were determined, so you pushed onwards.
It seemed like hours went by before you heard and felt your shovel hot something solid. There, in the hole you'd dug, lay a few wooden shreds of what you could only assume as a coffin. Black spots began to grow into your field of vision. You felt yourself sway a bit, and took a few steps back, only to lose your balance and fall. Everything went dark.
When you came to, the sun was rising over the hill. It was a beautiful sight, truly. "Wait. The sun? How long was I out?", you thought, as a pounding filled your head. Your eyes widened, and you began fumbling for your phone, only to feel an empty pocket. Panic began to set in, and the only thing your confused brain could think to do was cry, and cry you did. So loudly, apparently, that travelers could hear you. You heard a noise in the distance, and it seemed to be coming towards you. You scrambled to find some sort of weapon, anything you could defend yourself with. But, the noise was strangely familiar. You recognized it. Hoofbeats. You felt relieved. Maybe someone was coming to your rescue. You watched as the horses grew closer, thier riders' faces starting to become clear. One had striking blue eyes, and blonde hair, the other with brown hair and scars on his face. It seemed the two were talking amongst each other. Once they reached you, tears still in your eyes, the pair dismounted. The blonde spoke with a rough, yet silk-like drawl. "Are you okay Miss/Mister?" "No," you answered, voice wavering, "I'm not sure what happened to me." The one with the scars spoke next, asking you a simple question. "Why are you even up here?" His voice sounded like he'd swallowed sandpaper. You took a moment to gather yourself before answering. "Well I came up here to explore a gra-." As you turned, there was only an empty spot where the headstone once sat. Confusion clouded your mind. "How could it have moved? I'm still in the same place I was. This doesn't make sense!" you screamed in your head. "Miss/Mister, you sure you're okay?" The blonde was speaking again. You turned to him, truly beginning to panic. "No. I don't know where I am or who you are. I think I've hit my head or something. Something's got to be wrong." The blonde chuckled, and camly said, "Well, my name's Arthur, and this here is John." Arthur? That was the name on the grave. It was then you began to take in the appearance of the two men. Arthur was built big, pure muscle, with the beginnings of a beard. John looked like a scrawny dog compared to him, all skin and bone. Both armed to the teeth, with a revolver at each side, and rifles strapped to each horse.. A hand being stretched out to you broke your thoughts. You debated taking it, but eventually decided to when Arthur smiled, saying, "We won't hurt ya, girl/boy." He pulled you up to your feet gently, almost like he was afraid to hurt you. "Hey um, Arthur, was it? What's your last name?" "Morgan. Why do you ask?" Your eyes nearly bugged out. Surely you were dead. You had to be. How could Arthur Morgan be standing in front of you when you remember seeing his coffin in the ground? As you began to hyperventilate, the world spun. The last thing you remember is hearing a "Whoah" before passing out.
Well, this is what I've got thus far. Let me know if you want more. I ain't the best writer, so you'll have to excuse grammatical errors. Who knows where this is going. Maybe an Arthur × reader, or maybe our beloved reader will fall for a camp member. Also have a few other ideas bouncing around in my head for some other stuff.
#arthur morgan#red dead redemption#possible series#john marston#arthur morgan x reader#red dead redemption 2#chapter 1
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This is the new art called dessert series
#dessert#food#digital art#strawberry#chocolate strawberries#ice cream#cake#chocolate cake#jelly filled doughnut#art#possible series#doughnut#are villian#you can make fanart
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Hi can you do something in the form enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers with Eddie and the reader? thanks 😊
Hello there,
I am in the process of writing a one-shot for this, but after finishing the last episode today, I also have a different fic idea, which I plan to make into a small series, that will utilize the same troupe. I will post the one-shot first since I want to get further along with the series before posting it.
Also, I am still taking requests for stranger things if anyone has any.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#stranger things season 4#stranger things angst#stranger things imagine#stranger things x reader#stranger things#requests#request#possible series
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not me thinking about planning a ghost!YoungK mini-series to post over the summer or something like that
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