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bohemiannaturesworld · 2 years

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( strsnger things bol2 spoilers!!! )

hi!! i saw you ask for stranger thing requests and i was wondering if you could do a small drabble or smth w steve comforting s/o!reader after eddies death since they used to date? no fighting or anything just pure angst and fluff?

Hi!! Thank you so much for the request! I do hope you like it Just want to say that English is my second language so it's most likely to have miswriting words or sentences. Feel free to let me know about any mistakes that you might catch on. Feel free to keep sending requests!! Warnings : vol2 spoiler

It should've been me

My heart clenched as I spot Eddie’s uncle, ripping out a missing person sheet with Eddie’s face on it. Another one. People are cruel, it aches my heart knowing that he died saving the same people that are not letting his soul rest in peace, drawing countless times a cult symbol over is face. My legs must’ve started moving without my knowledge, as I get near Eddie’s uncle, without memory of each step I took. His back is a reach away, and I’ve lost all the little courage that I had to speak with him.

“Hi” I said almost as I was grasping for air, surprising myself.

“We have nothing to talk- “he stops talking as he saw it was me that wanted to talk to him, not another person wanting to spit hateful words towards his nephew. “Kid” he doesn’t know what to say, and to be honest neither do I. “helping around here?”

“Yeah” I said looking around, seeing the calmness in all the chaos “the city needs it.” My sight made way to his hand that was holding the now crumpled paper with his nephew’s face vandalise “Not that they deserve it”

“Tell me about it” he chuckled trying to hide the pain that came attached to his voice “do you… do you know anything about my boy?” For the first time he looked me in the eyes.

“I- “for the first time we lock eyes, for the first time I see the heaviness, the pain, the grief that his eyes were carrying. And he didn’t even know about Eddie’s death. I can’t do this.

“I was with him when everything happened” a voice sounded behind me, and I’ve never felt so relieved to hear Dustin’s voice “I am sorry to tell you this, but he didn’t make it.”

I started rushing off outside. Couldn’t get out there fast enough, as the last thing I heard was Eddie’s uncle faint cries. Everything’s moving fast and suddenly it’s hard to breath, my body starts to feel heavy and tears threat to run down my face. With the rest of the strength that I have I opened the gym doors. Even the fresh air that smacked me hard across the face wasn’t enough to take me back to the present. I was there again. Staring at Eddie’s lifeless body over Dustin, that was clanging onto his shirt not wanting to let go. Lifeless.

A pair of hands startled me back to reality, but I felt instantly safe as soon as I saw Steve’s worried eyes scanning my face.

“Baby, please talk to me.” His shaky hands made way to each cheek “please. You can tell me anything.” He pleaded. He knew what was happening.

“I should’ve been there.” I broke eye contact as soon as those words left my mouth.

“Baby” He knew where, and it broke his heart.

“I should’ve been there!” This came out much louder than I intended.” I choose to come with you because of my stupid jealousy towards Nancy and you. And now my best friend is dead because I wasn’t there to protect him! It should’ve been me”

3 person POV

“No!” he blurted out “no.” Suddenly guilt struck him. He never thought that him spending so much time with Nancy the last few days would make her feel insecure about his feelings for her. She now felt the weight of Eddie’s death on her shoulders because he couldn’t show affection towards her. “Baby”

“He was always there for me, whenever I needed him, he and his stupid guitar were always there. And when he needed me the most, I let him down.” Breathing was getting harder as instead of breathing she was sobbing in between the words. “He died hating me” her voice cracked with the heaviness of the words that had just left her mouth.

“Hey, no that’s no true.” His voice sturdy “he died saving a city that hated him and wanted him dead. He gave his life for them. Do you think he’d find hate on him towards somebody after that? Specially you.” His hands forced her face up, so they could lock eyes. “he told me how lucky I was.”

She looked down again as soon as one of his hands made away into her pocket. Bringing it out Eddie’s guitar pick that Dustin had given to you as per Eddie’s request.

“Most people that hate me give black eyes and swollen faces.” He said chuckling trying to lighten the mood, seeing that it didn’t work his face got serious again “he died loving you.”

He made his way behind her and put the neckless around her neck.

“He’ll always be with you, as will I.” He said now in front of her pressing a kiss on her forehead. Feeling how fragile she was he embraced her letting her fall into his arms and letting her cry. As she calmed down his arms still strong around her his lips pressed against her head as he said. “I love you. More than you know and more than I will ever be able to describe.”

Keep sending request, please! Thank you and I hope you like it!!

#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #dustin x reader #max mayfield x reader #eleven x reader #nancy x reader #robin buckley x reader #will byers x reader #Lucas Sinclair x reader #Jonathan byers x reader #Jim hooper x reader #Joyce x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove #Eddie munson

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cal-writes-never · 2 years

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Hii!! You're writing is so good and gives me the fuzzies! Could I request a Camilo X GN!Reader where the Reader is an artist and gets Camilo to turn into other people for them to paint (for some reason the main thing my brain can think of is like, Jesus Christ if the church wanted a new mural or smth), but one day they ask Camilo if they can draw HIM and he gets caught off guard and flustered because he didn't think the reader would want him, for, well,, him. I don't really mind if it's HCs or a oneshot, whichever you feel works best ^^

muse

thank you so much for this request, it was super fun to write!! i tried a third person pov because i find my writing is so much better quality like that, however i'll leave it up to y'all to decide what you prefer as you're the ones reading it. also i think it's pretty obvious i had no idea who would be on the church mural so i kind of awkwardly winged that part

pairing: camilo madrigal x gn!reader (they/them)

type: mutual pining, oneshot

summary: after helping you paint the mural for the encanto church, camilo feels like he's on top of the world. so how on earth will he manage when you ask to paint him?

word count: 1,385

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The L/ns were a famous household around Encanto - not so much as the Madrigals, but not too far behind, either. Each child born into the family inherited a flair for art, sparking rumours around the town that there were two families blessed with a miracle, for the obvious talent they presented through their work was truly spectacular. However there had been ties between the two well-known families over the years with friendships and light romances, one of which being the fast blossoming relationship between Y/n L/n and Camilo Madrigal.

An artist and a shapeshifter; it fit together so perfectly, a creator and a muse. It was as if time had just been twiddling its thumbs until the stars finally aligned for this seemingly faultless pair to meet. They’d known one another for quite some time now, teetering between a close friendship and something more, something they both desired yet would never come to admit. Though the days and days of flirting seemed to count for nothing, and even Dolores cringed each time they spoke, complimenting each other in such a way that they must’ve been a couple, yet neither of them would take the necessary step to make it happen.

“¡Solo hazlo, Camilo!” She would whisper to herself each time she listened in on her younger brother, causing her family to exchange worried looks while she sheepishly smiled, quickly exiting the tense situation and claiming her comment to be about another Camilo before they began an interrogation. She didn’t want to ruin Camilo’s reputation in their family like that, they couldn’t know the ever excitable boy who loved to be in the spotlight was nervous, especially when his feelings were clear as daylight.

Camilo had now made it a point to visit the church each afternoon when his (very rushed) chores around the community had been completed, sneaking up behind his friend and tackling them into a hug which they gratefully accepted, always commenting on how nice they looked or how their eyes shone in the sun on that particular day. Y/n’s family had been commissioned to paint a mural on the wall of key figures to the sacred building, yet it was difficult to place how they actually looked without pictures to aid them. They happened to be working on it one afternoon while their family were out to buy more paints and supplies, so thankfully, as much of a prankster he could be, Camilo knew his limits and refrained from scaring them as he always did.

“Hey, Y/n. You look so cute in those overalls, has anyone ever told you that before?” He said smoothly, leaning up against the wall beside the half finished mural, propping his foot up against it and crossing his arms while he watched the artist’s eyes widen as they shot back a response just as smooth.

“No, actually, they haven’t. I’m glad you were the one to tell me, though, because I certainly wasn’t aware,” They responded with a smirk, avoiding eye contact at all costs and instead washing their paintbrush before dipping it in a new colour. “Actually, could you please do me a favour?” They turned to him as they asked, suggesting that they, for once, were not about to make a flirtatious joke.

“Depends what it is.”

“Well,” Y/n began, pulling a piece of paper out of their back pocket and showing it to Camilo. “We’ve been given a list of each person that needs to be on this mural, but I can’t say I know what they all look like. Do you know… him?” They pointed to the second name on the list, watching as Camilo’s face lit up with realisation, immediately morphing into someone they vaguely recognised.

“Yep!” He said with a grin and finger guns, a burst of happiness inside his chest at the thought of helping with the L/n’s highly respected work.

“Oh, great! Thank you! You’re not busy this afternoon, are you?” They asked and Camilo shook his head. “Good, good. Would you be able to stay like that until I’m done? You can move around as much as you like, I just need to be able to see the features.” Y/n spoke as they sorted through the supplies that were messily thrown atop a large paint-covered and ripped towel on the floor, presumably to lessen the consequences of potential spillages.

“Of course, anything for you, darling.” he spoke with a wink which Y/n pretended not to catch, while they both knew the words and actions between them were getting bolder and They continued their work in a comfortable silence, fully aware of Camilo’s gaze fixed on them as they painted a second layer of green onto the piece. Their family returned not too long after the Madrigal had arrived, greeting him and engaging in a general conversation before praising their child’s work and telling them to wrap it up for now as the sun was setting and they needed to be home for dinner.

As they packed their things away they thanked Camilo profusely, to which he said it was no big deal and he was happy to help any time. So they took that seriously, and Camilo became their muse for each person they had to paint on the wall of the church, while Dolores kept an ear out for each small remark that was made during the time they spent together.

It took a little over a week for the mural to at last be deemed complete. Camilo couldn’t lie, he wasn’t all too impressed by this news. Although he’d seen the hard work each member of Y/n’s family had put in (it was evident just by looking at the sheer scale of the project), he was still upset that they would no longer have these afternoons together. Y/n would no longer lean in close to his face to analyse the features, and they would no longer ask him to stand in a certain position so they could see if they’d done a good enough job. He felt like he was on top of the world while they looked between him and the art they had produced, as if he, too, were a delicate collection of paint strokes on a rough canvas, treasured by Y/n. Art was their life. Perhaps, if he tried hard enough, he could also be a part of this magnificent life.

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Even though they were no longer seen around the church, Camilo still made the effort to meet up with Y/n each afternoon once his chores were done and dusted. They acted the same towards each other, with the obvious flirting and occasional pranking, though he still missed helping with the mural and being able to show off to them with his gift.

“Cami?” Y/n perked up while the two of them sat beside each other on the grass behind their house. He responded with a hum, encouraging them to continue. “So, you know how you helped me with the mural a couple of weeks ago?” Camilo nodded, still not saying a single word. “Well, would it be okay if I, I don’t know, if I painted you again? But you this time, not someone you’ve shifted into.”

Camilo could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a second. They wanted to paint him?

“Of course that’s okay! I’d be honoured, if anything.” He tried to act cool about it while inside he was screaming and celebrating, finally able to intertwine himself with everything Y/n knew.

That night as he walked himself back to casita, he was a dizzy, beaming mess. His hands were slightly clammy and his mind was racing but it didn’t matter because he was happy, he was so incredibly happy that he could get caught in a blaring thunderstorm and still be smiling, even if it gave him the most terrible cold. He was elated.

Needless to say, Y/n continued to create many more pieces of art featuring Camilo, and soon enough they ended up all over the walls of his room. Years later new ones had appeared all over the house, along with a new person; Camilo could not be more grateful that Y/n accepted his proposal. Art really can do wonders.

#encanto x reader #camilo x reader #camilo madrigal x reader

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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HIIII it's 3 am and i'm trying to sleep but brain went brr with ideas n shit and oh well- thing is ; i was wondering if i could make my first request? (smth simple if u want to, no need to be very long or anything + pls don't rush nd take ur time AND don't feel pressured to actually do my request :] ! ) maybe smth ab faceless art streamer! y/n [they/them]?? (if u could add that the reader is like an indie game dev or works for smth like that u'd be sosososososo cool omg) with maybe quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki and/or jack?? idk brain did the storming and its all messy hsdnshhfjsjz (btw! i know it's a lot of CCs so feel free to remove some or do the ones ur only comfy with !!! take care nd stay safe !!! luv ya <3 (/p))

AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO GAME DESIGN, CHARACTER, AND PLOT DESIGN YOU BET I CAN MAKE THE READER AND INDIE GAME DEV (and aaaa ty for adding jack!!! I think he's really neat and not enough people acknowledge him :))!!)

Multiple x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pairings: quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki, jack manifold (separate) x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pronouns: they/them

other information on the reader:

. faceless

. knows how to code

. artist

. streams them drawing video game characters

. minor

. makes indie / horror games

form: headcanons

genre: platonic, fluff(??)

warnings: horror games / horror mods, ranboo enderwalk lore in his section

abbreviations: y/n -> your name

quackity

okay let's get the obvious out of the way; definitely going to be the type of person that's like "I'm going to play this game first after you're finished" yk? playfully ofc, n playfully fight with anyone who says the same thing (*cough* Wilbur, tommy, dream *cough*)

he probably wouldn't be on your art streams often – he doesn't really enjoy watching people draw, but he would want to see the finished pics

he would happily be on voice chat with you while you're drawing though!! :D

would be proud to answer any questions you have about character / scene / etc designs!!

"quackity!! so for this character – check your dms for a current picture – would red or purple antenna be better? also, two or four antenna?"

"*gasp* you're asking me?? 🥺" /j

"y'know what, nevermind, chat wh-"

"NO WAIT WAIT"

"so what do you think?"

also, if you do end up sending him the finished pics of the art he will hype you tf up !!!!

would try to get you make joke games – not like actually, it's just an ongoing bit between you two!

if you make a game for him – or give him a sneak peek of a game before anyone else he's going to freak out!! and he won't really know what to say bc putting feelings into words is hard

if y'all ever meet up and you're fine w hugs he's gonna give you a huge hug, hoping that makes up for the lack of words to describe how just,, proud of you he is bc he really really is!!

you're not even in your 20s yet and you can make video games, or help with them?? not to mention how creative you are with the characters and story line??? he's amazed by you

might actually cry /pos if you base a character off of him

like let's say a part of a puzzle is to get a rubber duck and place it into a pond to get the next hint or thing you need – only when he plays it on stream, he doesn't know anything about the game, so you're watching and waiting for him to get there

when he does get there – he finds out the duck has a beanie and has a white ring appear around it that flashes to life before fading out after picking it up, signifying it was the right thing to get

at first he doesn't really notice the ring, "oh! that animation is different than normal" he notes, but mainly focuses on the beanie, comparing it to himself before he glances at chat to see them freaking out over the planet duck reference

then he's just talking about it, shocked of course but flattered, and then you type in chat "you helped me a ton with things I couldn't decide during this game, I couldn't not add you! :)" everyone's just :(((( !!! /pos

overall supportive n proud, maybe a bit loud about games in progress, but just a really nice guy in general :)

tommy

he is ABSOLUTELY loud about your games in progress!! if you don't want something said you have to tell that to him before telling him or else he's going to brag about how cool it is the next time he streams

"chat!! chat, y/n is making this new game and they told me that one of the outfits you can collect for the player is going to be based off me!- right!! that sounds pog!!"

if he ever accidentally let's anything slip on stream that he was supposed to say, everyone who's a fan of you is just like "wow! suddenly! I cannot hear anymore!", sometimes they're like that even if it was okay to say

the just like being surprised :)

as for art streams, he'll try his best to tune in but obviously won't be there all the time! he's usually very active in chat too! likes being on call with you while you do art streams if you let him!

he once convinced you to make a texture pack and a shader (meant for both to be active at the same time), the fans loved it and a lot of them use it more often than the original!!

tommy however, not to much, proud of you bc that must've been a ton of work!! but at some time it slipped his mind that you make indie and horror games; I think we all know he doesn't do well with horror games

so you liking horror and such made the textures look more ominous and just make it look like and area you don't want to be in, and the spook goes up even more with the shader!! it's darker than usual, there's unusual fog, the portals look too dangerous now, so on and so forth yk

so,, tommy didn't use the texture pack for long;;

if you ever raid him after you're done streaming and he has a question, he's literally just gonna ask you on stream

"y/n raid? oh! are they still here?" when you confirm you're in chat, he continues "great! okay I had a question about your new game that's going to be available soon and how to download it-"

fans love how casual you guys are about game information, like you had to teach him how to export a game character he made on the website you usually make yours on (it was for a fun stream) and it was just a simple back and forth but everyone's like omg :((( omg them :((

also if you're the type of person to go insane over tiny details in other games, he will absolutely tease you for it

like you can just be going on and on about how this game had a sentence at the start that had a backhanded meaning by the end and he's just gonna call you a nerd (genuinely thinks is cool how much of the small things you notice in games though)

dream

COMPLAINING ABOUT CODING AND HOW HARD IT IS 🤝🤝

and if you took other coding classes hoping that I'd help with video game coding he'd just listen to you talk about it

"I actually took robotics for a while before because the school didn't have any video game coding classes and I was hoping it'd help either way" "oh?" "it,, it didn't help, it's so hard to code robots and considering how fast I caught onto video game code you think it'd be easier to understand the robot code" "yeah, that sounds reasonable" "NOPE,, WHY R THEY SO DIFFERENT I ALMOST FAILED" "D:"

fanartists like those moments, if one of those talks happen expect a bit of fanart of just dream and you chilling while you talk and he listens, the art always gives off comfy vibes n it's just cute :)

offering him to play a semi-rough draft of the demo so that he could see if it's good or what you needed to do to make it more enticing for the player

power duo fr fr o/

people like comparing y'all to hackers sometimes bc y'all know how to code???

you play into the bit with the fans though and honestly it's so fun !!!

fans: omg,, hackers (affectionate),,,

you next time you stream: hacker voice; I'm in

AND THEY GOT SHOCKED??? LIKE THEY FORGOT YOU CAN SEE THE STUFF THEY POST????

wouldn't be able to watch your art streams for long because he would get side tracked, the streams are just too under stimulating for his brain to focus on, but he'd hang around as long as he could though :)

would be glad to be on call with you while you're doing an art stream – though if he has is game sounds on you may occasionally have to repeat a question that was aimed at him

you're also in his streams when you can :)

also, you like sending donations to communicate rather than chat

one stream dream turned off his donos because you wouldn't stop giving him money 💀

being friends with such a popular creator and being a game creator yourself has it's downs as well

nothing thats too hard to deal with – the most common one is actually kinda funny – some people will slide in your dms acting like they're dream and just got locked out of his account, trying to get you to make them a game

like ??? do they think that dream would mssg you over Twitter or insta?? he has your phone number bro ,😭

also!!! when dream plays through new games you made he complements the small things and complements how hard something must've been to code :)

and I'm ngl, he kinda sucks with every game he plays at first but he's a quick learner so dw :)

would be glad to help if you're having a difficult time choosing between things too! except he'll answer right away without any teasing

"dreammm" "y/nnnn" "for this area should I do like shattered stone walls or mossy stone walls like with vines n stuff?" "depends on the vibe you want, shattered stone would give it a dangerous and uneasy undertone and mossy stone would be more of ominous, if that makes sense?" "oh! okay, thank youuu!!"

ofc if you didn't have a specific vibe or couldn't choose which was better he would just give a straight up answer so you didn't stress out trying to choose one \o/

would absolutely like being a guest in a drawing stream, he isn't the best at art or character design but it's fun to see him try

maybe you both plus some friends do a "drawing Minecraft mobs from memory" stream? ,, with that the thing is; his would mostly be relatively accurate if you could understand wtf he was drawing 😭

dream may or may or have some of your art as his phone homescreen, he loves your style so much :(( /pos

ranboo

first off; he's incredibly impressed!! like!!! you made this game?? this playable game, completely from scratch??? how??

also you may or may not have made a small Minecraft mod for him to tryout on stream,, little gift from you to both chat n ranboo 🤲

its literally all based off his lore,, if you get close to obsidian and crying obsidian fallen down from Undertale starts playing, if you splash water on yourself 1) you get hurt 2) your screen blacks out and when it comes back, your in a different place than before, some things art taken, maybe a few extra things are added

and there's a 50% chance that when you go into your "enderwalk" state (the blackout) you blow something up, so there may or may not be an explosion somewhere nearby, you also have a 20% chance of building something small in you enderwalk state :)

he found it so incredibly cool!!! chat was crying while complementing you while ranboo thanked you and complemented you over n over again

he won't shut up about how cool the mod is for several weeks, maybe even a few months, it's just so cool!!

will absolutely use it as a comeback if you let him; "oh? you got first place? well y/n made me a really really cool mod, so who's the actual winner here?"

will absolutely play every single game you come out with – it doesn't matter if it's his style or not – and he thoroughly enjoys all of the games as well

as for art streams, he will absolutely try to tune in every time he can!! active in chat and donos!!

doesn't really like being in art streams – like in call is fine but actually drawing? not really, he just doesn't love drawing in front of a ton of people

but will join an art stream if you ask

will listen to you rant about whatever, even if he doesn't understand it! like will listen to you go on and on about how well a game set up the atmosphere or maybe talking about how difficult coding is, and he'll converse back with you but won't really understand yk?

"ranboo I just played a really cool game do you wanna hear about it?" "yeah yeah- of course!!" "ok so like, the atmosphere was so well put together- like it was a horror game and I didn't even see the monster but the vibe was so well put together that it was still unnerving!!" "that's awesome! how did the atmosphere get set up the best and when you saw the monster, was it scarier?"

yk what I mean? like engages in convo so you don't feel bad about talking so much, plus shows his interest without the constant "hm?" "cool" etc a lot of people do and even though he does talk more than the acknowledgment sounds many people make he also manages to almost never sidetrack you and when he does it's on accident :)

if your way of learning is teaching then he'll gladly be the person you teach it to if you want! most likely won't use the information therefore his brain won't retain it but that's not on you, and the whole reason is so you can learn, not him, so! ^^

will make sure to take care of yourself, and he has a through way of telling if you have or not bc he's known you for long enough to know that even if you try to hide it a little bit of your tired voice shows so he knows if you've been sleeping like you should

also friends with you on discord, where you have your Spotify attached,, you like listening to music while you work on things that aren't sound related and if it's active later than it should be he's going to confront you

overall wholesome mixed in with a little pain bc both of you are like "ah yes, lore <3" and like to see fans cry /lh

niki

I feel like this is expected but if you need to get extra motivation she would probably be your go-to

she hypes you up but like, in a sweet and quiet kinda way, where as everyone else here would probably be relatively loud ;;

honored to be on an art stream if you invite her :')

and would absolutely watch your art streams when she can :D hypes you up in chat

also compliments, tons of compliments!

might call you a prodigy? bc you're so young but can already make games?? and make income off of them?? and do really good art??? and so much more??? like tell me that's not prodigy energy,

if you make a video game character based off her she might cry,, like in a positive way obviously but like at the same time :(( no don't cry!!

I say might bc it's dependant on how she feels that day yk? like she might just have the almost-cry wobble to her voice or she might actually, if that makes sense?

she genuinely loves your art style!! even if it's pointy and kinda creepy she really likes it!!

yk the "awww (name) :(" /pos she does sometimes? 100% does that with you

there are a few compilations of just "aww y/nnn" on YouTube and all the comments on those videos are just crying over y'all /pos

would be happy to help if you're stuck between some options in a game, but would feel kinda bad bc it's your game, you're supposed to be the one choosing the stuff

assure her that it's okay n stuff n she'll be ok tho !

I can't decide if she would play your games or not

bc on one hand she's a huge supporter of you and your work and would like to experience it first hand

but on the other hand she isn't the best with scry games,,

so maybe she'd do both? maybe she'd react on stream to a playthrough, maybe your playthrough? or maybe she would only play some of your games? I haven't decided so up to you I suppose!

jack manifold

genuinely amazed by your talent and will make it quite clear!!

can and will go on tangents about you on stream if someone brings it up

everyone is so :(( <333 /pos bc of it

will play the games you've made as soon as he can

if there are different games that line up in a story he'll make sure to play them in order :)

people also sometimes compare you two to hackers bc you code a ton and he kinda looks like a hacker

difference here is that both of you play into the bit, it's tons of fun!!

listen, I know he doesn't draw much but I am a firm believer that he will doodle his favorite character(s) from your games after he's done playing them

like after he plays a game of yours then expect a small doodle in your texts :)

you compiled a bunch of these doodles into one picture and made it you phone background and he only found out after y'all met irl and it caught the corner of his eye and he registered "oh hey wait that looks familiar"

he found out while recording the vlog n when editing, the editor was like "hey let's leave this in, it'd be funny if the fans knew right?" ,, the fans were crying for two weeks,, /pos

and speaking of drawings; he would like to be on a drawing stream with you, thinks it's be tons of fun!! :D

and he's usually free to call while your streaming and doesn't mind so if you wanna talk to him while drawing just call :)

and he will watch the streams he can make it to!! he may leave a bit early but he stays for the majority of it

if you make a character based off of him he's going to constantly thank you and brag about how cool you are anywhere he can

"hello manifolders, if you haven't done it already go download (game name)! I'm there!" with a ss of his character from the game and he'll reply to the tweet on his alt to talk more about the game and how much he really liked it :)

another that'll help you were you need it! he'll make it into a joke before anything else, but he'll get to the point

taglist (sorry i forgot to do it on the past two): @cvsmixplant // @l0ver0fj0y // @youngstarfishdinosaur

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complexgods · 3 years

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Hi! I saw you're reqs were open now, I was wondering if you could write a mattsun x m! reader x maki? Where the reader has a crush on both of them (they r already dating) where the reader confesses to them and they end up fucking or smth like that? with overstim and light dacryphillia? also can I be 🐝 anon?

Of course! Also, you’re my first emoji anon I’m chxjxkdk 🥰 of course you can! And whooo I’ve been meaning to write a Matsuhana x reader fic for a WHILE this is GOOD okay okay

18+, FEMALE IDENTIFYING READERS AND MINORS DNI

Warnings: Matsukawa x Hanamaki x M!reader, alcohol consumption, threesome, overstim, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, Mattsun has a monster cock

A/N: I'm really sorry this took so long! I just haven't been able to focus on a lot recently and I really went ham on the backstory but I hope you enjoy this! (not proofread because I am so tired)

"So glad you could make it!" Hanamaki greets you at the door with a hug.

"Yeah, sorry I haven't been able to hang out recently, I've just been super busy." You try to justify as you hand Matsukawa a bottle of wine.

It wasn't all true that you were too busy to hang out with your best friends recently, you just had… Issues to work through. Specifically the fact that you were in love with your best friends and they were a couple. It wasn't like you never wanted to hang out with them again, you just hoped that spending some time away from them, working through your feelings might solve the issue. But no, of course, the second Matsukawa flashes you that lazy smile or Hanamaki does just about anything, you're right back where you started. You sigh before joining the two in the kitchen, helping them get everything ready for the movie night you had been planning for weeks.

"So, tell us! What's new with you?" Matsukawa asks, opening the bottle of wine you had brought over.

"Oh not much, you know, work as usual. My boss has been on my ass lately and it's driving me up the wall but, you know." You smile, taking the glass that was handed to you.

"Oh, your boss drives you up the wall huh? Shame. I wanted to do that to you." Hanamaki says with a lopsided grin, and you can't help but blush slightly at the shameless flirting.

"Yeah, you wish." You try to retort, but it's too late. Mattsun and Makki were already exchanging glances.

"What's new with you? Find a job yet, Makki?" You divert the situation, and apparently, it worked.

"Nope. I'm happy to be a househusband as long as Mattsun here brings in the money."

The conversation goes on with no problem after that, and you all quickly fall back into your usual banter. You really did miss hanging out with them like this.

"So, what are we watching?" Mattsun asks, turning to you and Makki sitting on the couch.

"I was thinking Woman In Black," Makki says before downing the rest of his beer.

"Perfect." You and Mattsun say at the same time.

"After all, fear is an aphrodisiac," Makki says, giving you a grin. You turn away in embarrassment. Seriously, what has gotten into Makki tonight? Does he know? You clear your throat and try not to stammer.

"Uh- y-yeah I heard about that… as well…" You pour yourself more wine as you sit back. This was fine. It was fine. Makki just likes teasing, he doesn't actually mean it.

"So… You been seeing anyone lately?" You choke on your wine as Matsukawa just looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Um… Nope, I have not."

"Why? You're hot and charismatic. No guy pique your interest as of late?"

"N- no that's not it."

"Then what, you have a crush on someone?" Makki asks, his eyes shining with excitement.

Maybe it was the wine or just the fact that you couldn't hold your secret any longer, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Yeah, I do, actually."

"Ooooh who is it?" Both of them ask at the same time. You couldn't help but realise that they already know.

"You sure you want to know?" You turn your body to fully face the two, who are nodding with a smirk on their face.

"Fine. I have a crush on both of you. Satisfied?"

"Oh no, honey, we won't be satisfied until you are," Makki says, leaning closer to you.

"You see, we've been wanting to wreck you for a really long time," Mattsun says as Makki makes his way over to your lap, straddling you.

"Really?" You ask, looking up at Makki with big eyes.

"Mhm." He answers before leaning in to kiss you.

"God, you're so hot," Mattsun says from right next to you as Makki deepens the kiss, slowly starting to grind his hips into yours. When you let out a soft moan, Mattsun stops the two of you.

"Don't just hog him, Makki. I want some as well." Makki immediately gets up to let Mattsun take his place, pulling at your hair before kissing you deeply.

At some point, you must've walked over to the bedroom, because now you're lying naked on their bed with Makki on top of you, kissing and biting your neck and collarbone. You groan when Makki grinds down on your length, bucking your hips involuntarily, closing your eyes.

"Oh look at you, so needy for cock, aren't you? Prep him, won't you, Makki darling?" Matsukawa coos as you hear the clinking of a belt.

Seconds later, Mattsun taps the tip of his cock against your lips, and once you manage to focus your eyes on the absolute monstrosity before you, you can't help but choke out another moan.

"So big-" You say with wide eyes as you reach out to touch him.

"Hm. Wonder what it would look like stretching your throat open." Makki says from between your legs before adding a second finger to your hole, making you gasp. Mattsun takes this opportunity to slide inside your mouth, making you gag instantly.

"Come on now, take it, I know you can."

You obey, letting him thrust into you until tears were stinging your eyes.

"Oh, Makki, look at that. He's crying."

"Look at you! Cute boy." Makki praises as he swipes the pre that started to pool on your stomach, licking his fingers clean.

"You taste wonderful, baby. Gonna make you cum from my fingers alone." You want to respond, but Mattsun thrusts into your throat harshly, groaning as you take even more of him.

Once Makki finds your prostate, you are gone, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, cumming untouched.

"Wow, look at that. Such a slut just cumming untouched, aren't you?" You do your best to hum in agreement, which makes Mattsun's dick twitch in your mouth.

"God, your mouth feels so good. I wonder what your little hole would feel like, tightening around my cock."

As Mattsun says this, you feel lube coating your hole before Makki slides inside you, letting out a shaky breath. You whine, still feeling the high from your first orgasm.

"That's right, baby, doing so well for us." Makki coos, thrusting into you, filling you up to the brim.

One hand wraps around your dick and another starts teasing your nipples, and you are too far gone to notice anything else happening. All you know are Mattsun's dick in your mouth, and Makki's in your hole.

"Shit, I'm close," Mattsun moans as he pulls out, cumming all over your face. He kisses you deeply as Makki fucks into you relentlessly, pumping your cock in time with his thrusts.

"Are you gonna cum again? I can feel you twitching, you're close aren't you?" Makki says as he picks up the pace, slamming into you.

You both come at the same time, moaning loudly as you spill onto your stomach, your entire body twitching and feeling overly sensitive from the overstim.

Once you regain your breath, Makki slowly pulls out of you with a hiss, disposing of the condom before laying down next to you and Mattsun.

"Wanna watch Woman In Black now?"

#hanamaki smut #matsukawa smut #matsuhana x reader #matsuhana x reader smut #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #🐝 anon #answered #also thank you alex for just helping me out my brain did not cooperate this week #alex tag #felix thirsts

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years

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Hey! I've got an idea, if you don't mind, could you write smth on that? It's perfectly fine if you want to ignore it, it's quite cliche😅 So uh recently villian got injured really badly in a fight with some heroes and that ended them in losing their kidneys. But one day, they magically wake up, still wondering how they got out alive. Months pass, of villian in the hospital and recovering, and when they're a 100% fine and even stronger than before, they get out of the hospital, and look for the hero. Hero, whom they loved, never once visited them. Villian was furious about that. Did hero lie when they said they loved the villian? If they hadn't lied then they would have been there in the hospital with villian all that time. But they never once came, or even checked.

So they finally arrive at hero's little house, and knock. After a few minutes, someone opens the door, looking absolutely sickly exhausted. Hero.

When villian shoves them aside and gets in to properly yell at hero, for forgetting about them, they notice something on the hero's lower abdomen. Hero, dressed only in sports bra and sweatpants, forgot to cover their SCAR.

The same scar they too have on their lower abdomen. The scar of the surgery that saved their life.

Something finally clicks in villain's brain, and they realise the hero was the one who saved their life, by giving villian a part of their own. So it turns out hero truely did love villian huh. Hero wasn't sitting around ignoring villian for the past two months. They were at their own house, alone. Instead of a hospital. Barely recovering well. FOR THE PAST 2 MONTHS.

What happens next, is up to you :)

Bonus if they both were on really bad terms when the villian got injured. And even though they were mad at the villian, hero still ran to the hospital to save villain's life, not caring what happens to them.

Again, you can fully ignore this, don't take stress!!! Take care of yourself:)

The villain’s eyes jumped back and forth between the hero’s scar and their crestfallen face.

“You donated,” they noted with a voice roughly commuting between surprise and indignation. They hadn’t seen the hero for two months, two unbelievable and never-ending months, and now that they stood before them, the villain couldn’t even bring out one of the countless repugnant things they had considered throwing at the hero.

The villain had been hurt physically critical enough to make them the patient closest to death in the whole hospital. But not even their deepest scars scratched the surface of the pain they had to live through when they stared at the door of their hospital room, waiting and waiting for the hero to show up day after day. They had never been this heartbroken in their entire life.

“I donated,” the hero confirmed. For a moment, the villain thought the hero was angry because they frowned. However, they must’ve imagined it, for a sad smile replaced every other potential expression on their face when their hand wandered to the scar on their torso, the only indication that yes, indeed, the hero had gotten a kidney removed.

But, no. The villain couldn’t say anything distasteful.

“You shouldn’t have,” the villain said. They closed the door behind them before any curious neighbour could get any ideas, and walked with quick steps towards the hero. “Really, you shouldn’t have. Especially after our fight. I was an idiot.”

“You think I cared about our argument?” the hero asked, their voice barely reaching any volume or strength. “You were dying. Of course I gave you my kidney. I would have given you both of them.”

“Don’t say that.” The hero looked like they were about to pass out at any given moment. The once mightiest person in the whole city had to hold on to the banister to stand up straight. Though the villain didn’t know what was going on exactly, they knew what they had to do.

“I’ll drive you to the hospital,” the villain decided. They took a step forward and the hero mirrored their motion, or at least, tried to make it look as smooth as the villain’s movements.

“What? No. I’m fine. Just…the surgery.” The villain watched helplessly how their hero was blinking tears out of their eyes and all they wanted to do was embrace them and never let go.

It squeezed their heart to see their hero fight for air, to walk hunched towards the couch to get a shirt, how they struggled to get it on. But, god, their sobs were the worst. The villain knew those too well, they knew that exact sound of the hero choking on tears in the attempt to keep them at bay.

“You know that complications after a kidney removal can include deep wound infections and pneumonia, right? I don’t think your wound has healed properly. I will drive you to the hospital immediately.” The hero’s head turned and they forced a smile.

“You have always been so solicitous. I really missed that,” the hero pressed out between teary eyes and quivering lips. They were on the brim, almost spilling everything. “God, I missed you so fucking much.”

Their voice gave out without mercy when the hero spoke the last word.

Something snapped inside of the villain and they couldn’t just stand there any longer. They walked up to the hero and hugged them at an instant, careful not to pull their hips too close.

It was painful to hold the hero who was shaking from every single sob going through them, crying against the villain’s shoulder, holding onto them for dear life and over all seeing them so incredibly frail.

The hero’s muscles were barely there anymore and the villain had seen their ribs briefly showing through the many layers of skin and tissue a few minutes ago.

“You were dying. You were dying and I wasn’t with you once.” The hero’s sobs didn’t ebb. “They wouldn’t let me in and I was so stupid and so scared and I showed up in my suit and I screamed at them to—”

More quiet weeping came from them and the villain could feel a tear rolling down their own cheek. They blinked it away and kissed the crown of the hero’s head, rubbing circles over the hero’s back.

Fuck, this was worse than having a fucking pipe going through the flesh of their torso. This was worse than thinking the hero didn’t love them. Rejecting the villain wouldn’t have been the worst thing if it meant the hero was alright.

The past weeks had been like a knife in their chest.

But right now, that knife was twisting and thrusting into the villain with terrible crunches.

“I screamed at them to cut my kidney out and give it to you.” The hero let their face disappear in the villain’s shirt, grabbing their shoulders, their cold nose against the villain’s warm neck.

“You knew we were compatible because of last summer, didn’t you?” the villain whispered. The hero nodded but it was barely recognisable.

“I couldn’t stay at the hospital after the surgery. They started asking questions and contacted the police.” Just like they had done with the villain. Only that, in fact, the villain had needed more than one surgery which bought them time to think about fleeing and not facing court.

“I carried myself home, still bleeding,” the hero continued.

“Darling, no…” To think about the hero, breaking out of the hospital to protect their identity, mere minutes after waking up from anaesthesia left a bitter taste in their mouth. It was a wonder they hadn’t blacked out from the sheer pain.

The villain knew quite well that nothing at home was strong enough to make the suffering even bearable without dying of an overdose.

“I couldn’t visit, they didn’t let anyone near you,” the hero said. They were too exhausted to cry, now.

“And you went home? No check-ups? For two months?” The villain was forlorn, becoming sick with worry. The nurses had told them about postoperative complications. It wasn’t a pretty thing.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t go back to the hospital, I thought I could take care of it myse—”

“Please get in the car, my love. Now.”

#it’s always ‘i love you’ but never ‘i would have given you both of my kidneys’🙄#writing snippet #heroes and villains #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #request #an answer for an ask #h/c #(I guess???)

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heeberry · 3 years

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It’s Not What You Think

(Loona) Jung Jinsoul x Female!Reader

Requested: yes!

Berry: Hello may I ask for Jinsoul x fem!reader angst where reader spends time with a member a bit too much cause they're planning a surprise for Jinsoul but JInsoul ends up thinking reader is cheating and confronts them about it. Reader feels conflicted and says smth along the lines of "Im not that kind of person" but they make up after a long ass deliberation. Sorry if it's a bit much, thank you!!

A/n: don’t worry berry it wasn’t too much at all!! Sorry for writing this late </3 it’s a tiny bit rushed so if you don’t like it let me know and I’ll write it again :]

Jinsoul crossed her arms, slumped up against the couch. She huffed, watching you and Chaewon huddled on the couch across from her, giggling and doing things on the computer.

The Tv was just background music to her at this point, her eyes drilling a hole between you and Chaewon. You glanced at the girl, but soon looked back at the computer, her gaze was enough to tell you that she wasn’t having it. It sure was scary to you, not familiar with her angry side. Jinsoul was usually sweet and affectionate, but what you saw was the complete opposite, which you knew why, but you can’t really do anything about it at the moment.

“Y/n ignore her, we have to focus” Chaewon snapped you out of your thoughts, you nodded at her words, going back to picking out decorations online.

Jinsoul’s birthday was just tomorrow, so to show some appreciation you decided to throw a party for her. You picked Chaewon to help you since she’d been hanging out with Jinsoul often, and because you two were the closest ones in the dorm.

At first Jinsoul didn’t mind, she knew how close the two of you were so she let you be. But as time passed she noticed how less you spent time with her, which made her heart ache.

“Should we get those confett shooters?”

“Why not” you laughed, adding it to your chart.

After checking the items out and paying you turned to Chaewon. “Do you think Jinsoul’s mad at me right now?” You suddenly asked.

Chaewon glanced at Jinsoul, she was talking to Heejin but her expression still showed how upset she was. Chaewon turned back to you, with a slight smile, “yeah probably” she paused “still don’t let that get in the way right now, the decorations are coming tomorrow so we have to plan out how we’re gonna surprise Jinsoul”

You nodded, though there was something telling you that talking to her won’t hurt, it’s not like your avoiding her with bad intentions. “I’ll just talk to her for a few” you whispered after noticing Heejin leaving and going towards the kitchen.

“Jinsoul!” You cheered, climbing on her to give her a tight hug. “Are you okay?”

Jinsoul kept her mouth shut, she tried not letting the warmth of the hug get to her. As much as she was desperate to wrap her arms around you she contained it, wanting to let you know how upset she was.

You cup her face, turning it to face you. “What happened? Why aren’t you talking?”

Jinsoul scoffed at your words, brushing your hands off. She pulled you off of her, getting up without a word and leaving.

You felt a pang in your heart, you must’ve really made her upset. Tomorrow was her birthday too, and having this happen wasn’t apart of the plan.

Walking back to Chaewon with a frown, you hugged your best friend. She pats your head, witnessing the whole scene. “It’s okay y/n, she won’t stay mad at you for long. Your her girlfriend anyway.”

Chaewon put an arm around you, squeezing your cheeks. “She’ll probably be like, oh my baby y/n! I’m so sorry for being mad, this is amazing!” You laughed at Chaewon’s words as she continued, “thank you so much! Seriously babe, I wasn’t expecting this!” Pointing at the computer as if there was something valuable actually there.

You kept laughing with her, eyes closed shut and holding your stomach. She knew how to comfort you for sure, as she soon laughed with you.

As much as the two of you were having a good time, someone in the corner surely wasn’t. Jinsoul stared, stunned at what she just heard. “Did she just? Call y/n, babe?” She mumbled to herself, recalling Chaewon’s words and use of physical affection.

Now Jinsoul knew she had to do something. Her heart immediately smashed into pieces, like a hammer hitting glass. She felt like she was stepping on lava, feeling betrayed and hurt.

She walked into her room, the door slamming so loud that the two of you were awoken from your own little worlds.

You cleared the tears on your face, “alright Chae, let’s inform the others about what their roles are”

...

The next day rolled around and you felt excited. Removing the covers off of you and heading towards Jinsoul’s room to greet her a happy birthday. You knocked twice and opened the door, greeted by the coolness of the ac that was in her room. You jumped on her bed, “Jinsoul get up!” You laughed. Ruffling her hair as she woke up.

Her face dropped when she saw you, but you didn’t seem to notice. “Happy birthday babe!” You cheered, peppering her face with kisses.

Though Jinsoul didn’t seem as excited as you, pulling you away from her face she got up without a word. You stared at her, “the silent treatment again?” You frowned.

You couldn’t tell how upset she was, surely you did spend less time with her but that usually happens whenever the both of you are busy anyway, how come she’s suddenly like this now?

“Jinsoul!” You whined, grabbing her hand before she stepped out the door, “why are you suddenly ignoring me?”

Jinsoul kept her anger inside, if she dared to open her mouth she knew she’d explode. You pushed her around and attempted to hug her, Jinsoul just stood, letting it all happen.

Soon enough you grew tired and annoyed, “can you just tell me what happened to you?” You snapped. “You’ve been ignoring me since yesterday giving me the silent treatment, what’s up with that?”

Jinsoul turned to you with a scoff, “are kidding me?”

You raised an eyebrow, “what?”

“You’ve been the one ignoring me! What’s up with that” she mimicked, “since last week you’ve been clinging onto Chaewon like I don’t exist”

“God every single day I’ve seen you with her and the two of you are giggling like there’s no tomorrow” Jinsoul’s voice kept getting higher and higher, with each word hitting you in the face.

“I mean at first I didn’t mind of course since she’s your best friend but yesterday was where the line was crossed” Jinsoul yelled, ruffling her own hair.

She paused, her vision becoming more blurry from the tears forming in her eyes. She sniffled before pointing a finger, “YOU CHEATED ON ME”

You gasped but before you could even speak Jinsoul cut you.

“I saw it all L/n Y/n. Chaewon calling you babe to the two of you acting all lovey dovey. Don’t act like you guys didn’t do that yesterday because I saw it with my own two eyes!”

“Jinsoul I-”

“Don’t Jinsoul me, I don’t care about your explanation. What I saw was as clear as day and for that we’re breaking up right here and now” Jinsoul snapped, “Don’t you dare try coming to me again, go hang out with your new girlfriend.”

Jinsoul headed towards the door, which made you panic, forgetting what things were prepared outside. “Wait Jinsoul!” You yelled, yanking her away from the door.

It was now the other way around, you stood in front of her with tears in your eyes. “Soulie please here me out, it’s not what you think! Please”

Jinsoul leaned against the bed, a sigh escaping her lips. She kept her tough imagine outside but inside was filled with hurt and sorrow. Not only did she caught you with Chaewon, seeing you like this also made her weak in the knees. But she kept it in, gesturing you to talk.

“I swear I didn’t cheat on you” you paused to wipe the tears that spilled down your eyes like a waterfall. “What you saw yesterday was Chaewon mimicking you I promise!”

“But why?”

“Because we were getting things for you and while doing so we started talking about you”

Jinsoul scoffed again, “yeah right like I’ll believe such a thing now”

She walked towards the door again, leaving you crying on the floor. Jinsoul opened the door to see Chaewon and the others with party hats on. Usually on birthdays you’d cheer and scream, but this moment in particular wasn’t what they did.

It was silent, the members heard everything. They stood there with frowns or blank faces. The house was decorated with balloons and all sorts of things. A cake sat perfectly on the table, candles sitting on it with the words, “Happy Birthday Jinsoul!” Written in blue, the color she liked.

Jinsoul’s jaw dropped when she saw everything decorated. Chaewon frowned, breaking the silence. “we were together to plan out your birthday”

She turned to you, your cheeks puffed out and eyes bloodshot red from continuessly crying.

Jinsoul looked at her members apologetically before going towards you. Closing the door behind her, she crouched down to hug you.

“Well what now?” Yeojin spoke, breaking the silence. “I think we should go, things will get better later so let’s leave them alone for now” Haseul replied.

“what about the activities we planned?” Yerim added, “we didn’t make reservations for nothing”

“We’ll do what we planned later stupid, they need each other right now” Heejin said, rushing the members to sit in the living room and wait.

Meanwhile you smacked Jinsoul, “I told you! I told you we weren’t doing anything romantic” you frowned, “why would you even accuse me of cheating when I literally cling onto you 24/7?”

Jinsoul kissed you, “I’m so sorry for yelling at you, I knew I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that”

You shook your head, “it isn’t your fault, I mean, I was technically the one ignoring you but only because I didn’t wanna accidently spoil the surprise for you”

Jinsoul grabbed your hand, getting you up on your two feet before smiling at you. “Let’s pretend that never happened yea?”

You nodded, and Jinsoul pecked you on the lips. “Next time I’ll hear you out instead of yelling at you like a total idiot”

“Yeah you definitely should next time”

Once the door of Jinsoul’s room opened it was like nothing never really happened. The members stood there shooting confetti and shouting happy birthday.

You laughed at their antics, turning to Jinsoul to give her a rightful kiss. “Happy Birthday my love, and don’t you ever think I’d cheat on you”

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scoopsahoy · 3 years

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can u do smth like stiles sleepwalks into reader's room and wakes up screaming and you comfort him

ぺ word count ⋰ 1k

✰ tw ⋰ none :)

❍ cw ⋰ sleepwalking, sadness

✐ masterlist

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You opened your eyes to the sound of your door slamming open, immediately sitting up. When your eyes focused, you saw a figure standing there. You flipped on your lamp to reveal a very tired-looking Stiles facing you.

You swallowed the spit in your mouth before slowly getting out of bed and walking over to him, not touching him.

“Stiles?” you whispered. He looked at you expressionless, which made your heart pound. You studied him, noticing how dirty he was. It was like he’d been rolling around the woods, small brown stains covering his body. “Are you okay?”

“I have to tell him.”

“Tell who what?” That was when you realized he must’ve been sleepwalking.

“I have to tell Scott.”

“Tell Scott what?”

“It’s not over.”

“What isn’t?”

That was when his breathing picked up and he began looking around. “Where am I?”

You reached out and lightly gripped his upper arms. “You’re in my room. It’s okay.”

Just then, he collapsed, immediately waking up. Screams and sobs filled the room as you dropped to your knees, sitting behind him and pulling him into you.

“Stiles!” you yelled, trying to get him to calm down. “Stiles, it’s okay.”

Your mom appeared in your doorframe, standing there and looking at the two of you in confusion. You sat against your bed frame with Stiles facing away from you, screams leaving his mouth, and his body between your thighs as you hugged him tightly.

“What the hell is happening?” she asked, loud enough for you to hear.

“He’s sleepwalking,” you answered simply.

Stiles was almost fighting against you, panicking at the sudden restraint.

“Stiles, it’s okay. I’m here.” He looked back at you as he tried to catch his breath. You placed your hand on his forehead and pushed his sweaty hair out of his face, still hugging him as tight as you could. “It’s okay.”

You helped him onto the bed, squatting in front of him. You gripped his hands as he began to process where he was.

“What happened?”

“You sleepwalked here and woke up screaming.” He looked down at his lap. “Are you okay?”

“Do you want me to call his dad?” your mom asked.

“No,” Stiles answered. “He already worries enough.”

You looked back at her and shook your head. “I can drive him home.” She nodded and walked back to her room, leaving you two alone.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. You can’t control this.”

“I just... I scared you.”

“I’m fine. Seriously. I’m just glad you stumbled into your friend’s house and not a stranger.”

He chuckled to himself. “Yeah, I guess.”

You pushed yourself up enough to give him a hug, and he’d never squeezed you the way he did just then. It was the kind of hug you’d give someone who just saved your life, or the kind of hug you’d give someone you hadn’t seen in years.

He sobbed into your shoulder, and you only hugged him harder.

When you pulled away, he was a mess. You used your thumbs to wipe his cheeks and he gave you a half-hearted smile.

“We’re gonna figure this out, okay?” you whispered. “We’re gonna figure out why you’re sleepwalking.” He nodded. “You wanna stay here or do you wanna go home?”

“Can I just stay?”

“Absolutely. You should shower first. That always makes me feel better.”

“Do you mind to... sit in the bathroom with me? I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

“Sure,” you said with a sympathetic smile.

“Thanks.”

Sitting on the toilet while Stiles showered, you could hear him crying. All you wanted was to hug him, to make him feel safe. You knew you couldn’t at that moment, but as soon as you two were laying in your bed, he clung to you like static electricity.

He rested his head on your shoulder and you wrapped your arm around him. He did the same to you, squeezing your midsection tightly.

You ran your fingers through his damp hair as he laid awake.

“When was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?” you whispered.

“Weeks.”

“I have something for that.” You reached your arm over to your nightstand and blindly dug around, finding your Phenergan. You took one out of the container and handed it to him. “It dissolves on your tongue.”

“What is it?”

“It’s my migraine medicine. It makes me sleep.”

He quickly popped it into his mouth. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Not just for that. For everything. You’re a good friend.”

You smiled. “I know.”

You both laughed. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, and you joined him soon after.

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Opening your eyes to sunlight, Stiles was still asleep on you. You looked at the clock to see it was seven-thirty, but you decided that he needed a day off, and you’d stay with him.

When he finally woke up at a quarter after ten, he looked up at you.

“What time is it?”

“Ten fifteen.”

“It’s a school day.”

“Not for us. You need a day off.”

“You should go to school.”

“I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

He rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes. “You don’t have to skip for me.”

You shrugged. “I could use a day off, too. How do you feel?”

“Like I actually slept.”

“Good. You look better.”

He smiled tiredly at you. “You’re a really good friend.”

“You told me that last night. But thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

It was just then that your phone rang. You picked it up to see it was Sheriff Stilinski.

“Hello?”

“Y/N. Is Stiles with you?”

“Yeah, he’s right next to me.”

You heard him sigh. “Thank God. He didn’t tell me where he was.”

“Yeah, he kinda sleepwalked here last night. I made him stay.”

“Thank you. Seriously, thank you.”

“It’s no problem. I gave him some stuff to help him sleep for once.”

There was a moment of silence. “Listen, I have to go, but I’ll be by later to get Stiles.”

“Okay. We’ll be here.”

The line clicked, and you put your phone back on the nightstand.

“Was that my dad?”

“Yeah, just wondering where you were.” He nodded. “You want some breakfast?”

He nodded again. “Breakfast sounds good.”

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jeankirschteinswifey · 3 years

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Caught (Rex x Fem!Reader)

Words: idk, it’s pretty short though.

Warnings: references to smut, cursing, just the usual.

Summary: After waiting for hours, you finally got your alone time with Rex. That is until someone catches you.

A/n: SHOUTOUT AGAIN TO LIZ. @elizabeth7567 (Even though, I cannot write smut, this is smth ig) Taglist and Masterlist are pinned, requests are open!

“Alright, at ease, you’re all dismissed.” Anakin says as the stupid meeting ended. Finally, you think. You glance over at Rex and he glances back, knowing what you’re thinking. You send him a small smirk and nod your head towards the door, gesturing for him to follow you. He does. You see everyone else turn left and wait until they’re out of sight, then you grab Rex’s arm and take him to the right and the nearest storage closet. You shut the door behind you, lock it, and grab his face and kiss him hard on the lips. You felt his hand trail up the back of your shirt, yours grabbing at his collar.

“Finally that stupid meeting is over now,” you moan as his hand tugs at your shirt. You take your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your undergarments, Rex taking off his armor and blacks, leaving him in his underwear.

“Why don’t you ride me like a good girl then princess.” He growls.

“Sir yes sir” you say back. He grabs your hips and guides you up and down on him. Just as you were about to fuck, you hear Rex’s com beeping.

“Leave it, leave it.” You say, he does, continuing what he was doing.

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After doing it, for a little while now, you heard a knock at the door. No, just straight up someone pounding on the door.

“Rex? Are you in there?” Ahsoka says from outside the closet. Shit. You were dead. You were completely fucked (in more ways than one). You stood there, bare and then finally realizing what just happened. You frantically get your clothes back on, Rex doing the same thing.

“FUCK. WHY IS AHSOKA HERE. WASN’T SHE WITH ANAKIN AND THE OTHERS??” You whisper.

“I THOUGHT SHE WAS, WE MUST’VE MISSED HER WHEN WE SAW EVERYONE LEAVE.” He whispers back. You hear Ahsoka’s voice again.

“Rex?? I need to talk to you and y/n about something!”

son of a bitch.

“HOW DOES SHE KNOW I’M IN HERE TOO?” You whisper, too loudly.

“I could hear you two from down the hall.” Ahsoka responds dully. “Now can you both come out here please, I need to talk to you.” Rex sighs, and starts to head towards the door. You follow him. You both open the door, seeing Ahsoka, devilishly smirking at you and Rex.

“So. You and Rex, huh y/n?” Gesturing between you two

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Ahsoka.” You respond back.

“You think I’m that stupid, everyone knows you and Rex are fucking!” She laughs. You go RED and so does Rex. You’re silent for a while, but eventually clear your throat.

“Well, can you at least keep it a secret?”

“Sure, but everyone else already knows, you guys are WAY too loud.” She laughs again, then walks off. As soon as she’s out of sight, and you make sure of it this time, you look at Rex.

“So, do you want to continue?” You ask with a sly smirk.

“Never thought you’d ask princess.” He responds.

“But let’s head to my quarters, I know no one will disturb us there.”

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Taglist: @freddieflower3129 @eyecandyeoz @dwarfplanet69

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #clone trooper x reader #clone wars x reader #Star Wars

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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Hi hello please hear me out

so what if when Cross is angry/not in the mood his s/o will take out that chewed to death toothpick and smooch him, then put back that toothpick in his mouth and act like nothing happened and just,,,, idk, watch his reaction? or smth. i really need you on this one 👀

YOU BEAUTIFUL GALAXY BRAIN ANON

I love you. I LOVE YOU. thank you for sharing this fantastic hc with me. i am totally hearing you out.

okay so. I'm thinking.

maybe this doesn't happen tOO much. bUT. sometimes when he's being a lil bit more silent than usual or like, just thinking too much. you usually peck his lips and that's that. his attention is on you.

but OoOoOOoOOh. when he's pissed off, anon my dear. uh huh, I hear you baby and you're absolutely right.

now listen. I'm thinking that maybe you two had this stupid fight right, but not fight fight. more like. you were teasing crosshair a bit too much and he got slightly irritated. but he's never angry at yOU. u know. so being irritated will have to work with this.

and okay, so, maybe you saw him being all stressed or he had a fight with wrecker about whatever and after a few minutes of him sitting in silence in that little corner he likes to keep for himself, you sit on his lap, and go,

"hey, what's wrong?" you ask, but he just. ignores you. letting out an annoyed sigh and rolling his eyes, his gaze falling on anything but you.

and let's remember crosshair isn't a talkative man, but he always tells you what's going on. and you huff when you're only met with silence, watching closely his expression.

there's his usual scowl as he's chewing that fucking infuriating toothpick.

if you didn't know him better, you'd say he was just being his usual self, but you see how he's rolling the wood between his fingers more than usual, jaw clenched and you think the toothpick is about to snap in half.

"crosshair." it's a plead, for what, you don't know.

maybe just for his eyes to meet yours, for him to talk to you, open up and share his worries, to let him help you.

his eyes are focused on something behind you, and the grip on your waist isn't exactly tight but it's unmoving, so you must think he still wants you there. your thumb runs through the short hair on the nape.

you know thoughts are running wild through his mind, about something, maybe about what wrecker had said, or maybe about something that has nothing to do with it and yet started spiraling in that pretty head of his.

you sigh, defeated.

"alright." you murmur under your breath. forehead resting on his shoulder for a second as you think. "alright." you say again, and you look at him, decided, and there must've been something in your voice that makes you meet his eyes.

caramel orbs trying to find what will your actions be and your own trying to find anything in theirs. but they remain inexpressive.

it's in a quick move, that you drag the little, wet wood from his lips, and before he can even protest, you press your lips against his.

it doesn't take him too long to respond, inertia and habit doing it for him, as he parts his lips for you and you push harder, his back hitting with the wall and it's in your kiss that he groans just a bit. you bite his lower lip, and cup his cheek in seek to deepen a touch that can not be more of anything.

you part as quickly as you leaned over. and you find him heavy breathing and a something in his eyes you don't want to find out what it is.

you take a moment to watch him, frozen in place, and you feel pride bubbling within you because it's so rare to be the one that lefts him dumbfounded.

when his eyes open, you smirk, giving him the lightest of kisses, a caress so soft, so light, that leaves him chasing after you. a promise, is in your touch, of what's he's missing.

you place the toothpick back into his lips, now bruised with the intensity of your past actions, looking a bit redder, a bit swollen.

he looks like a work of art.

"find me when you wanna talk." you say then, before lifting yourself from his lap, walking to your bunk and wait for him because he always follows you after.

crosshair's never been the one that stays away for too long.

he's left there, breathless, thinking on what the hell just happened. eyes moving to where you had just disappeared trying to find an answer.

crosshair stands, and it's been gone about 30 seconds before he follows your path, legs moving on their own accord as his mind unconsciously seeks for more. for you.

always chasing after you.

#DONT KNOW IF U WANTED A FIC BUT I JUST WROTE THIS AND IM-#LADJAKDJ #hope u like this sweet anon #thank you so much for this ask<3 #i love u to the moon and back #crosshair x reader #hcs with ari #i think?

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sir-gwaine-my-man · 3 years

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for the hug prompt thingy, can u please do a leaping hug one between gwaine and merlin? probably after they've just successfully pranked arthur or smth, of just them being cuddly boyfriends? thank you x

I’ve started shipping Merwaine far too much so thank you for this! Hope you like it:

Merlin stood behind the curtain in Arthur’s chambers as silently as he could, he had to see Arthur’s face when it happened even if he was more likely to get caught that way. Gwaine was waiting in the hallway outside, supposedly on patrol, and was just about visible through the slightly ajar door.

It was a struggle to stop the laughter from escaping him, and Merlin had to settle for a strained grin to keep quiet. His heart hammered in anticipation as his mind buzzed in anticipation. He was infinitely glad that Gwaine had roped him into a ridiculous scheme.

Through the gap in the door, Merlin saw Gwaine give a subtle nod before walking off with a smirk. Arthur wouldn’t be far behind.

And that was true. Merlin could hear muffled words being spoken between Arthur and an advisor before the king entered the room, closely studying a scroll of parchment. He came to a quick halt when he felt something slide across his face. Jumping back with a start, he looked up from the parchment to find hundreds of colourful ribbons messily strewn about his chambers, weaving themselves together in a bright, complicated maze of colour, looping through chairs and tables, drawers and wardrobes, looking like a mismatched quilt folded up into a tent.

Gwaine had set up most of them once Arthur had left for a meeting that morning whilst Merlin hadn’t been able to sneak away from said meeting until near the end. But the chaos that had ensued for those few precious minutes that they were together as they tried to not tangle themselves up had been some of the most fun that both of them had experienced in a while, not to mention the stolen kisses as they stumbled around the room in their rush to finish before Arthur’s arrival.

Arthur looked around the room in a daze of shock and confusion, slowly taking it all in. Something in Merlin’s resilience broke and he couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore. Quiet chuckles escaped him before he had the chance to cover his mouth and hope that Arthur hadn’t heard him.

Arthur had, in fact, heard him. Sharp footsteps resonated throughout the room as Arthur paced towards the curtains, pulling them back as his features slowly morphed into a look of frustration.

“Arthur!” Merlin exclaimed, beaming at him with laughter still twinkling in his eyes.

“Merlin,” Arthur hissed, reaching for his shoulder. Merlin expertly ducked under his arm thanks to his years of experience, darting behind him. “Would you like to explain what happened?”

“Y’know, I’m not quite sure. Someone must’ve broken in whilst I was cleaning. I can’t quite remember,” he replied, backing up to the door.

“Merlin!”

“Sorry, got to go.” And with that he dashed out of the room, Arthur only metres behind him.

Merlin sprinted down several corridors, running towards the intersection that he knew Gwaine would be. He could hear Arthur’s footsteps pounding a couple of hallways away, but he didn’t dare to look back.

“Good to see you’re still in one piece, love,” Gwaine joked with a smile as Merlin rushed up to him, breathless. “Quick, in here.” He hastily pushed Merlin behind a tapestry, the shadows of the alcove it hung in just about concealing his feet.

“Gwaine, have you seen Merlin?” Arthur asked, panting slightly, scowling.

“He rushed by a moment ago, headed down that corridor,” Gwaine lied smoothly, pointing in the direction that Merlin certainly wasn’t. “Looked awfully cheeky, I might add.”

Arthur took off again, seeming less and less like the respectable king he was supposed to be with each passing second. Once he was sure the coast was clear, Merlin ducked out from behind the tapestry and back into the corridor.

“I’m guessing it went well,” Gwaine chuckled as he turned to Merlin.

Merlin lept at Gwaine, flinging his arms around his neck as Gwaine swung him around. The laughter that flowed out of them was incredible, and they wanted nothing more than to be in each other's arms for all eternity.

“You should’ve seen his face,” Merlin laughed as Gwaine put him down, “he was so confused. But you described me as cheeky? Really, Gwaine, cheeky?”

“Would you prefer scandalous, love?”

Merlin could feel a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Perhaps I would.”

“Now, we just have to hide you from Arthur for the rest of the day,” Gwaine said, his arms still wrapped around Merlin, a flirtatious smirk growing on his face. Merlin could feel his face turning an even deeper shade of red. Surely Arthur wouldn’t miss him for one day, would he?

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #arthur #arthur pendragon #arthur-pendragon #gwaine #sir gwaine #sir-gwaine #merwaine #merlinxgwaine #merlin x gwaine #gwaine x merlin #I ship them too much #the chaos this would bring #but Gwaine would also definitely be so soft around merlin #my heart can't take this sometimes

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sokkas-honour · 3 years

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for spotify wrapped: #7 and zuko?

checkmate - zuko x reader

pairing: modern!zuko x fem!reader

wc: 4.3k

warning: parties, alcohol, vomiting, kind of cheating, lmk if i’m missing smth

notes: the party in here is a kind of based off the ones i’ve gone to so they might be drastically different than they actually are lmao. if a character is very ooc for you, please lmk, i’m often scared that i differ too much from who they actually are. also i loved writing this and have been working on it for days.

you think you're funny right? calling me drunk when it's too late at night

he sat at his desk, book open as he studied for his earth kingdom history test late that saturday night when he received a call. he wasn’t very interested in answering but he reconsidered when he saw your name as the caller id. with a sigh he clicked accept.

“heyyyy zuzuuuu.” your words slurred through the phone when he finally picked up. voice sounding somewhat absent as lyrics from whatever song was on played in the background. you must’ve been yelling into the phone as the music seemed to playing rather loudly.

“hey y/n.” zuko sighed but still greeted you, a small smile forming on his lips at the fact that he was talking to you.

“did you knowww that you’re kinda cute?” you asked, a loud giggle escaping your lips at your drunken confession.

“thanks y/n.” a blushed spread accros his cheeks at your compliment.

“zuzzuuuuuuuuuu, come to the party. pleasseee.” you begged, your words starting to slur even more as you pleaded for your friend to come to the gathering.

“where are you right now?” he asked, realising that he hadn’t heard of any party during the week and hadn’t seen anything in their group chat. he had absolutely no idea where you were and who you were with.

“jet’s place. he invited me to his party with his friends.” you explained, practically shouting into the phone as the music behind you blared.

“did you go alone?” he pushed for more information, concern growing as you explained the situation. he’d heard rumours on things jet had previously done around campus and even in high school, none of it sounded any good and it rose all of his red flags.

“well no, with jet.” you stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“i mean with someone from our friendgroup.” he clarified, remembering that your drunken self probably wasn’t exactly thinking much.

“nope.” you popped the ‘p’ as you cheerily responded which earned a sigh from the firenation boy.

“what’s jet’s address? i’ll be there soon.” he concluded. he’d come to get you and let you spend the night at his place since you seemed a bit too drunk to be trusted to be left alone.

“he texted me roku valley number 35? i think? it’s this huge house.” you seemed to have sobered up as you told him where you were.

“i’ll be there in less than 15 minutes.” he informed the drunken girl and started grabbing his keys.

“see you zuuuzuuuu.” he heard you say but you didn’t hang up so he didn’t either, figuring you probably wanted to say something else.

right as he was about to grab his jacket, he heard a discussion between jet and yourself and grabbed the phone, and put it on speaker to be able to know exactly what was happening.

“hey y/n, you enjoying yourself.” jet asked, seeming to have not been affected by any alcohol yet. unbeknownst to zuko, he had handed you a bottle of beer which didn’t take you long to finish.

“yeah, i even got a friend to come.” you excitedly responded as you continued to drink.

zuko listened intently as he left his apartment to get to his car, he threw his phone in the passengers seat and started his car as another distinctive voice came up into the phone.

“so what about you and that firenation boy.” jet asked, this time no music was blaring but the voices were just muffled as your phone was in a pocket of yours. the no music meant that you had stepped out of the main room and you were probably alone with the boy.

at the realisation, zuko sped up, the roads were practically empty so he didn’t bother anyone as he couldn’t wait to come and get you.

“zuzu?” he hadn’t been paying much attention to your conversation with jet as he focused on the road ahead but the mention of his caused him to pay half attention to the call.

“i dont know. he’s like my best friend y’a know.” you explained to the boy after he had nodded, zuko deducted the last part.

he decided to just hang up as he was getting closer to his destination and before he knew it, he was in front of the house where the party took place. he parked rather hazardly on the sidewalk but he wasn’t going to be there for long, a simple get in, find you, and get out.

when he opened the door, some random generic pop song was blaring and a crowd of people were all in the center of the room, drunkenly dancing around. he had to push a path for himself to try and find you but it was a bit hard considering it was perfectly lit.

“zuko?” he heard the familiar voice of haru, a fellow classmate with whom he had shared classes with in his sophomore year of college.

“hey haru, have you seen y/n?” he didn’t feel like small talk as he was concerned for you. thankfully for him, haru seemed to pick up a small stress in his words and pointed to the kitchen with his head.

“thanks.” zuko smiled and quickly left to the direction that the earth kingdom boy had said. when he finally found it, it was practically empty apart from two people who seemed like they were about to indulge in a make out session and his eyes widened when he was able to recognise you. he’d recognise you anywhere.

“you mind leaving?” apparently he hadn’t been very discreet as the boy, who he saw was jet, moved his head to glare at the newcomer. interested, you turned around, your back now facing jet and you grinned.

“zuko!” your excitedly exclaimed, quickly leaving jet’s grip and skipped to your friend happily. to any sober person, your skipping was a mix of jumping and almost falling, and in any other circumstance, zuko would’ve found it adorable.

“hey y/n/n.” he was a tad bit surprised as you wrapped your arms around his waist but relaxed when you slightly cuddled into his chest.

“nicely played scar boy. nicely played.” jet gritted through his teeth at the fact that zuko had just taken the girl he had been flirting with away from him.

“jet that’s mean, zuko’s scar is very pretty to me.” you mumbled, not loud enough for the person that you actually wanted to hear it but loud enough for zuko to hear and it made his heart race.

telling me truths that you know all are lies, yeah, you think you're funny right?

the car ride home was quiet from both sides, zuko focused on the road while you went in and out of sleep.

when he finally parked near his apartment, he got out of the car and when he went to help you, he saw you were already out but slightly leaning against the car as you were tired.

“see zuzu? i’m not that drunk.” you gave him your signature drunken smile, earning a chuckle from him as he wrapped his hand around your waist to help you stand up.

he kept it around you as he you went up the two flights of stairs and he been kept it around you as he opened the door. you almost sprinted to bathroom as soon as the door was open, feeling the contents of the night come up.

concerned, zuko quickly shut his door and went after you. his heart broke slightly when he saw you leaned over the sink, a weak hand holding your hair back as you body ridded itself of whatever was in its stomach. he leaned down, wrapped a solid hand around your hair and rubbed circles on your back as you kept going.

when you finally felt like your stomach was completely empty, you rose your hand slightly. eyes red and cheeks puffy, you tried to give zuko some sort of joking grin but you were only met with a concerned face.

he let go of your hair and filled up a nearby cup of water and handed it you while you sat on the ground, not feeling like getting up just yet.

“spirits y/n, how much did you drink?” he bent down to your level, hand on your knee and worried eyes staring in yours.

“don’t know.” you shrugged your shoulders before slowly sipping the water.

“i guess you can tell me tomorrow morning, after you’ve rested a bit alright?” he suggested, taking the now empty cup from your hand and placing it on the sink counter. he extended his hand towards you to help you stand up and you gladly took it.

you let him guide you to his bedroom. you took a seat on his bed and absentmindedly stared at the wall in front of you as zuko grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and a shirt for you to sleep in. you staring got interrupted as you felt the clothes land on you, turning around, you saw a small smirk on his face.

“how kind zuko.” you seemed to have somewhat sobered up, throwing a playful grin his direction as he turned around to let you change in privacy.

“once you’re done, i’ll just grab a thing or two and go to the living room.” he explained, meaning he was giving you the bed.

“no zuko stay, it’s fine.” you crawled to the other side of the bed in his clothes to grab his hand, trying to get him to stay.

“you sure? don’t want you throwing up on me.” he joked, earning a slap on the arm from you as you moved back to the other side of the bed to give him some space.

you had taken your phone out of your pocket and were scrolling through it as you waited for zuko to get ready.

‘had fun tonight, see you tomorrow evening? 7pm?’ you texted jet, hoping you could finish whatever you started.

‘cant wait’ was his response that came almost immediately. a smirk on your face, you shut off your phone and placed it face down on the night table next to the bed as zuko entered the room.

“who were you texting?” he asked, eyebrow raised in questioning.

“no one, just scrolling through insta.” you lied, a reassuring smile on your face as he took his spot next to you. you mumbled one last thing before placing your head on the pillow and passing out. it wasn’t loud but you made sure that it was loud enough for zuko hear it. “i love you.”

you think you're super sly, flirting with them but telling me you're mine,

zuko woke up before you, smiling at your adorable soft snoring. he knew you were going to have one hell of a hangover so he prepared the ibuprofen and the glass of water, and set it on the night table closest to you before heading to the kitchen. he figured that he might as well make breakfast for the two of you, knowing that you’d be ravenous as you had been the multiple times you’d spent the night.

the boy found himself falling asleep next to you at least a couple of times a month, this being the third in two weeks. you two had never defined your relationship but you were both there for each other. he often found himself taking a drunk you home, wether it be from a random campus party or a little get together with friends. he didn’t mind, he loved spending time with you.

he got out the pan, the eggs and the bacon. that was something he knew how to cook and it was your favourite post-drunk breakfast, you always claimed that his bacon and eggs were the best.

while he was cooking the bacon, he heard some rustling from his room and a small knowing smile spread accross his face. he could hear the floorboard creek as you stepped out of the room and arrived practically directly in the kitchen.

you had woken up to an empty bed but to a heavenly smell. once you saw zuko in the kitchen being the cause for the delicious aroma that had filled the appartment, you rubbed the last of the sleep out of your eyes and walked towards him. you thought he looked adorable as he cooked so you wrapped your arms around him and cuddled into his back. you knew exactly what this did to him.

“good morning sleepy head.” he greeted you, heart racing a bit at your proximity. zuko desperately wanted to turn around to kiss you good morning but opted for keeping his attention on your breakfast.

“good morning.” you mumbled into his shirt, too lazy to remove your head from its comfortable position which earned a small chuckle from the raven haired boy. you could feel it in his chest.

“sleep well?” he asked as you moved your head so that only your chin was against his back, letting your just stare at the ceiling.

“like a baby.” your morning voice prevented you from saying it normally so it came out more as a rasp than anything.

“figured as such, you passed out as soon as i turned off the lights. how’s the hangover?” concerned laced in the last part, moving the eggs from the pan to a plate that he had already prepared.

“better than expected, i’ll take the pill after i eat something.” you explained, trying to clear your throat in order to have a bigger range of voice.

“mind unlatching yourself? breakfast is ready.” he explained as he placed the final bacon on the two plates then turned off the stove. you reluctantly removed your arms, a small pout forming on your lips.

when zuko turned around, a plate in each hand, he laughed a bit at your childish expression but still leaned a bit down to place his lips against yours as he wanted to when you first stepped into the room.

you smiled into the kiss and it replaced the pout even after he broke it in order to place the two plates on opposites sides of the two tables. you decided to make yourself useful and went to grab the silverware.

the majority of the meal was spent in silence, a couple of giddy smiles and compliments on the food were exchanged but a conversation didn’t pick up until you were about to finish the last of your eggs.

“did jet do anything last night.” so that’s what zuko was thinking about during the meal.

“no he didn’t zuko, i wouldn’t have let him anyway. i may be drunk but i’m not dumb.” you explained, telling a small white lie in order to reassure your friend. jet and you were about to make out but zuko didn’t have to know that, even if he saw the position you two were in, it was possible to lie about the intentions.

“you sure? didn’t seem like nothing when i found you.” he sipped his water as he doubted your previous statement.

“i was a bit nervous so he was kind enough to talk me out of the funk i was in.” you lied through your teeth but kept a genuine comforting smile, even extending your hand onto the table in order for him to grab it.

“what were you nervous about? since you seem to remember last night pretty well.” he looked at your hand but refrained from bringing his up to yours.

“i only remember bits and pieces zuzu. and don’t know really, i was probably nervous about you.” you bit your lip, waiting to see zuko’s reaction to your wild claim. as you expected, his eyes widened in shock and blushed.

“me? why would you be nervous about me?” he stuttered a bit in the beginning, his heartrate picking up your confession. zuko had been head over heels for you ever since he saw you in his first class of his sophomore year, and he wished more than anything that you two would get together.

“don’t know, maybe it has something to do with that beautiful face of yours.” you brought your mug of tea that he had made up to your lips to hide your small smirk but you still sent a wink in his direction. you loved watching his whole face illuminate and his cheeks grow redder.

“oh.” was all he managed to say, too stunned to say anything. zuko had been in multiple relationships before, boys and girls, but none of them ever drove him as crazy as you did.

the rest of the morning was spent by helping him do the dishes along with a bit of cuddling on the couch as the news served as background noise. sadly, an alarm rang from your phone, reminding you that you had somewhere to go. time to kill and get ready before your little rendezvous.

“do you have to go?” zuko mumbeld, not wanting you to leave his embrace.

“yeah i set a reminder to remember to start studying for the math final.” you explained, slightly unwrapping yourself from his grip.

“that’s in a long time y/n.” zuko rose an eyebrow in confusion, unwrapping his arms from your waist to let you get up.

“yeah but i’ve been falling behind and need to catch up by myself.” you explained, grabbing your phone and put it into the pocket of the sweatpants you were wearing and you realised you were still in zuko’s clothes.

“you don’t mind me keeping your clothes that i’m wearing right? i’ll change once i get home.” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes in order to convince him to let you keep his comfy clothes.

“of course, you look hot in them. also, feel free to leave your old clothes here for the next time you crash for the night.” he eyed you up and down, loving how adorable you looked in his clothes. it wasn’t the first time he saw you in them, the number of times you needed new clothes after a party was so high he lost track. you usually kept them but returned some.

“why thank you zuko.” you teased, grabbing your coat that he had placed delicately on top of an armchair.

“see you soon?” he wishfully asked hoping you two could go out together sometime as you were about to leave the room.

“you can count on it pretty boy.” you sent him a small smirk before shutting the door behind you. behind the door was a lovestruck boy that finally had his chance.

building me up, but buttercup you lied, now in gonna ruin your life,

a couple of weeks after that night, zuko and you had spent a couple of afternoons together and zuko savoured every minute of them. you were supposed to meet him and the rest of the gaang at a coffee shop but everyone had already finished their drinks and you still hadn’t showed up.

“you sure she’s going to show up zuko? it’s y/n.” sokka took zuko out of his constant glancing at his phone to check for any messages from you. you were somewhat notorious for showing up to friend dates later then the decided time.

“she said she would be there, y/n promised me she’d be there today.” the boy insisted, opting to stare out the window when he spotted katara placing her head on aang’s shoulder.

“she’s over an hour late, let’s just head back to our place and ask her to meet us there?” aang suggested after placing a small kiss on his girlfriend’s forehead.

“yeah zuko, i love y/n just as much as you but she might just have gotten caught up with something.” toph shrugged her shoulders, trying to help everyone convince the raven haired boy to just leave the coffee shop.

“i guess you’re right. let’s go.” zuko turned his head from his outdoor gazing and smiled to his friends who all cheered a bit before everyone grabbed their jackets.

everyone walked in pairs to take up less space on the sidewalk on the way to katara’s, toph’s and aang’s apartment. zuko found himself walking side by side with suki who was talking to him about a recent goof that sokka recently made. he felt bad for not fully paying attention but he couldn’t help thinking about why you didn’t show up or even text him. you never came late to any of your dates so why be late now.

all of a sudden, he bumped into toph who had stopped walking, apparently everyone stopped walking for some reason but he was so engrossed in his thoughts he didn’t realise it.

“why did we stop.” he asked, turning his head into the direction that everyone was staring in. he squinted his eyes, trying to see what everyone was seeing.

“jet.” sokka said through gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes in the direction of the aftermentiononed boy. zuko finally spotted him, katara’s short lived highschool romance who supposedly ended badly. he had heard some rumours around campus but other than that, it seemed like a bad highschool experience.

“oh no.” he heard those two words slip out of sukis mouth as he saw who jet was with, he would recognise you from anywhere. he saw jet whispering something into your ear which earned a giggle from you before leaning in to peck his lips.

“how about we go this way.” aang nervously suggested as everyone spotted you, not wanting to make this too uncomfortable for anyone but it was too late, zuko’s heart dropped at the sight.

“yeah, sounds good to me.” he managed to say, swallowing hard as he couldn’t take his eyes off of the similar way you acted with jet. the look you gave him was the same, he thought it was reserved for him.

cause ive gotten tired of the games that you play, when you tell me you love me then you throw me away,

when he got him that night, realisation dawned on him. every time you left a bit early, claiming to go study or go see friends, you were probably lying. it solidified when he received a text from you, probably apologising for being late because you didn’t seem to notice your whole friend group down the street from you.

‘hey zuzu, i’m so sorry but not making it today. i got caught up with this highschool friend i ran into.’

the text basically aggravated him, he saw the reason why you were late and receiving a text for you lying about why you weren’t there. he decided not to bother to respond and basically just find a way to release his agression. opting not to make his phone a victim of his anger, he grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at the wall.

‘we still on for friday night? at that really good firenation restaurant?’ he heard his phone ding with a message from you right after he picked up the poor pillow that had suffered so much.

zuko was about to call you to confront you but then it hit him, you were just playing with him, you were just playing with jet. you probably only saw him as a friend but noticed his obvious feelings and decided to toy with him, or maybe that’s just what you did with everyone.

you two never actually said that you were both a thing, which is probably your excuse for all of this. but there was one thing you didn’t realise, and it was that two people could play at this game.

‘of course, see you at around six pm at zheng-ho’s delicacies?’ he smirked slightly when he got your enthusiastic text back, agreeing to meet him then and there.

the only thing left was to bring someone else into this game, someone who had previously been apart of his life in the beginning of college. she probably wouldnt mind a small rekindling without any real commitment.

he searched for her name in his contacts and clicked on it, realising it had been a while since he had contacted his sisters friend and his old girlfriend.

‘hey mai, i know it’s been awhile but wanna meet up at around five this friday?’ and sent, your single player game was now a multiplayer one.

so cry me a river 'til you drown in the lake, cause you may think you're winning but checkmate,

the rest of the gaang decided to avoid the topic during the week, letting the tension between the two of you be resolved on your own. you of course were unaware of them seeing you with jet, and even more unaware that zuko saw you kiss him, so you kept flirting with him, feeling a bit down when he didn’t always reciprocate it.

so now you stood, in front of zheng-ho’ delicacies at exactly six pm, waiting for your date with zuko. if anyone asked you, you’d say you felt a bit bad about dragging zuko into your games but it entertained you, it kept you on your toes.

you recognised the firenation boy across the street thanks to his scar. but who you didn’t recognise was the girl with long black hair that was holding his hand. he looked down at her and placed his hand on her cheek to lean down and kiss her. the action making your blood boil, what the hell was he doing.

you took your phone out to pretend you didn’t see anything, only lifting it when your heard his footsteps next to you.

“hey y/n.” he greeted you as you lifted your head with a small smile, lifting yourself up slightly to kiss him, taking him by surprise.

“good evening zuzu.” your hand immediately went to grab his, trying to show him that you had the upper hand in whatever game he was playing. you didn’t know that he saw your kiss with jet, you didn’t know that he had figured out your little game.

“shall we.” he unlachted his hands from yours, holding the door open for you with a smirk onto his face, knowing you were shaken by the change of power dynamic in whatever game you were both now playing.

yeah you may think you're winning but checkmate.

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#atla x reader #zuko x reader #zuko x you #zuko imagine #avatar the last airbender imagine #sokka x reader #suki x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader #gaang x reader #zuko #firelord zuko #modern zuko #modern atla #modern sokka #modern aang #zuko x y/n

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babyboy-cody · 4 years

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would you please write smth with willard where he comes home stressed and yells at you but then he regrets right away but you don't give in that easily and he's like 'ok, i deserve this'

oh i love me some angst 😈

The sun was beginning to set, a soft yellow-orangish hue coverinng the walls of your small two story home. You had finished doing mundane tasks which consist of folding Willard’s clothes, washing the dishes, hanging up wet laundry, and preparing for dinner. Being alone allowed you to do what you pleased without feeling judged or belittled if you did something wrong. Your daddy used to tell you, “Ain’t you a woman? Do it right.” However, Willard was the complete opposite. He helped any way he could. He didn’t want you stressing over little things that could easily be solved. Whether it was picking up the heavy basket of laundry or holding the bags of groceries, he made sure to give you no trouble. Hearing the sound of Willard’s truck rolling up to the house had you smiling and eagerly wiping your hands clean of water onto the small kitchen towel.

The front door is thrown open, Willard’s shoes thumping across the wooden floor as he slams the door shut. Your shoulders jump slightly as you come out to the living room to see why he’s causing so much commotion. You see him throw his hat down onto the coffee table as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his dirt covered wife beater. He runs his hands through his damp hair, damp from what you believe is sweat because it hasn’t rained.

“Will, what’s goin’ on?” You softly asked him, resting your shoulder against the doorframe of the living room. His behavior worried you because he was acting frantic and pacing back and forth like an animal about to attack. “Willard?”

“Don’t,” he raised a finger at you and continued pacing, breathing heavily. He only got himself more worked up when you took a few steps towards him. You rest your hand on his arm, only to jump back when he jerks around to stare down at you with furious eyes, the gorgeous green now dull. “Enough!” He barked, spit flying from his mouth, causing you to flinch and jump back. You gasped and pulled your hand back as if you got burned. This wasn’t Willard. There’s no way in hell that this was your husband. As he continued to stare down at you, you slowly backed away, turned, and walked right into the kitchen without saying a single word, fearing that he was going to lash out at you again.

You felt a tickle in your nostrils and braced your hands on the counter, doubling over and silently crying. Willard has never acted so hostile towards you, even if there was a reason for him to do so. Your husband was always calm and collected. If there were any problems or something he’s struggling with, the first thing he would do is go to you because you understood him the most, even more than the Lord. After two minutes of crying and shaking yourself out of your disbelieved state, you cut up a few carrots and added them to the boiling pot of soup. You sniffled softly and wiped your nose as you shuffled around the kitchen, trying to distract yourself and get dinner finished so you can take your shower and get into bed.

In the living room, Willard is sat on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees as he rubs his eyes out of frustration – frustration towards himself. He had calmed down from his rage fit, not knowing when to break the disappointing news to you. He stands up with a low groan when his back pops and goes over to the doorway of the kitchen. He opens his mouth to speak, but he soon stops when he hears your quiet sniffles. He sighs and closes his eyes in guilt.

“Darlin’,” He softly says, opening his eyes and moving forward to rest a hand on your shoulder, but you jerk away from him without turning around, continuing your task of cutting up vegetables to add to your boiling soup. “I know I fucked up. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. Today was jus’ a long day.” When you don’t answer him, he realizes how much it hurt you. “I’m an idiot, okay? Darlin’, please,” he begged. You ignored him once more. You needed to show him that what he did, how he acted, it wasn’t okay in the slightest. You weren’t going to be his doormat for him to walk all over when he got upset.

“Dinner should be ready in a few minutes, Willard,” you told him, your voice slightly hoarse and low. “I bought your favorite beer at the market.”

“Baby, please,” he begged, his voice cracking in the softest way possible. He shuffles from one foot to the other, feeling as if he were in between a rock and a hard place. He’s never been in a situation where you’ve completely detached yourself from him. He also has never been in a situation where he lashed out at you like that. “I know I was wrong. I–I know, honey. You don’t deserve that. You–You don’t deserve...me. I shouldn’t have yelled like I did. You’ve been an angel, and–and you deserve to be treated as such for all you’ve done for me.” You had stopped your stirring at the beginning of Willard’s short rant. Hearing the passion in his voice made you stop and think. Something must’ve happened for him to act this. But then again, he can’t be raising his voice at you when things go downhill.

You turned off the heat of the stove and wiped your hands down on the kitchen towel. You moved over to the sink and turned around to lean your back against it. You crossed your arms under your chest and observed your husband who looks almost similar to a wounded stray pup, almost as if you want to cuddle them and keep them safe from all the bad in the world. But now was not that time. You were going to be strong minded, strong hearted, and get to the bottom of this.

“In my three years of knowin’ you, I have never witnessed you like that. In my two years of bein’ your wife, I have never seen my husband act that way towards me. And Willard, I hate to it, but it frightened me,” you told him, keeping your voice soft and even when you noticed the heartbroken look on his face. “There must’ve been a reason, Will. And that’s why you need to talk to me and not act like him.” Him being your daddy.

“It’s all gone, honey,” he confessed so quietly that you leaned in closer to hear him. “My job, our money, it’s gone. An’ I don’t know what else to do. I thought the Lord was gonna help us and keep us goin’ but He ain’t answering my prayers. I’m–I’m lost and I’m sorry.”

“Will, you whispered and brought him down so you can wrap your arms around him as he buried his face in your neck and weeped so quietly, his shoulders shaking and his warm tears sliding down your skin. “The Lord is hearin’ you now. He hears you, okay? You still got me, right?” He nods barely. “We will be okay, honey. Look at me.” You raised his head up by the palms of your hands, feel a few days worth of scruff on his jaw, using your thumbs to wipe away his tears. “We still have a few months worth of money saved up, yeah? I can work more nights at the diner and you can try to find a job down at the local shops, okay?” He nods again and wraps his arms tight around your hips to bury his face in your neck once more.

“I’m sorry I yelled,” he whispers and sniffles. “I shouldn’t have let it get to me, but it’s all so loud in my head, honey.” He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut tight when you hush him quietly and stroke the back of his hair. The scent and warmth of just you had him feel safe and comfortable. It was what he needed after a long day. Coming home to you and seeing your smile and hearing about your day is what makes all the bad go away.

“Look at me, baby,” you whisper to him, and he stands slowly, not removing his hands that slid to your hips. “No more yellin’. No more screamin’. And no more hiding things when something goes wrong, got it?” He nods and gives you a sad, broken smile. “I’m serious, Willard. I ain’t takin’ shit from nobody, especially someone I call my husband, okay?” He nods and sniffles, bending down to give your forehead, cheeks, and lips gentle kisses. “We’re gonna be okay, I promise you that, Will.”

#willard russell #willard x reader #this took me ssooo long to write 😭😭😭#i love me some angst

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crystalized-cove · 4 years

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【Play-Fighting Head-Canon 01】

[ May i have some hc for Floyd, Leona and Idia with their s/o playing fighting and accidently hurting them in the progress? (Like throwing them of the bed or smth lol, i hope this is understandable!! Sorry!!) ]

Leona Kingscholar

Most of the time his teasing is verbal or when the two of you are alone in his room with Ruggie out of the way

But if you’re wanting to act like a child and get a reaction, he’ll give you one

Depending on the situation, he’ll flip your positions and just bite your neck lightly to hear your voice

But if you’re wanting to wrestle and go against his wishes, he won’t go that easy on you

Of course, you do this to see him smile -- sometimes to get him off his lazy arse

He still plays dirty, even with you; using whatever he can at his disposal to get you distracted or weak

Ear and neck bites, tickling your sides, using his long hair to blind you or even letting a few mischievous thoughts run through your mind

Usually, it ends up with you giving up or just letting him have his way, depending

But this time, you two were rolling around, which ended up having your foot wound up in the sheets

So when you slipped and fell off the bed, the older lion also almost fell off as well with the covers moving beneath him to follow your form

Looking down at you, he’d chuckle at your antics; at first

Seeing the tears in your eyes and the silent plea for help, he would grow worried at why you wouldn’t move

But as you turn to get up, he would move off the bed to your side only to notice the wrapped up blankets would cause you to sprain your ankle

Getting Ruggie’s help for some ice and you to do whatever you needed, he’d just come back to your side afterward

He won’t apologize at all, but he will stay by your side and get whatever you need; albeit with a small complaint

He’ll even let you dote on him and give affection to your free will without saying no or complaining

Because inside he’d rather just have your attention on him anyways

Floyd Leech

Usually playing around is just him having fun, but he’ll need to be reminded constantly by Jade or you to tone it down at times

More often than not he’s a little too rough with either squeezing you, scratching you with his nails or even his bites being a little too deep

He can’t help it, you’re too adorable and it’s fun to play with you

Of course, when he’s scolded he’ll stop and just pout like a child -- looking like a kicked puppy

When he’s human, he doesn’t really hurt you as much as he watches himself

But when you’re both in the bath, or he’s allowed to swim in a large body of water, that’s when the line between safe-play and rough-play gets shaky

He’ll squeeze you around his tail and make sure you’re in his grasp

But if you suggest a swimming race, you should’ve prepared yourself for a large body to just tackle you from the side and hug you tight

His claws would lightly dig into your waist as he makes sure you can’t escape, saying that you were teasing him the entire time

Running his lips against your neck, he won’t let go of you until he’s marked you enough on your neck so others knew you were his

His tail would wound up tighter around your body, having always obsessed over you

… Did he just hear a pop?

It takes him a moment to suddenly register your soft cries for him to stop, and for him to feel your right arm go limp

Noticing it’s dislocated, he first toys with it, wondering if you’re in pain as he’s never had such an occurrence happen to him

Luckily for you, Jade was watching from the shore and calls his brother over with you in his arms

Azul would scold the Leech twin as his brother would take care of you, even helping you gradually pop your shoulder back into place and wrapping it up to keep the muscles from tearing or staying inflamed

It would take a few days with you just keeping a slight distance, apologizing to him and a few more scoldings by Jade for him to realize the real pain he brought to you

Of course, he won’t change drastically

But he’ll consider slowing down for your fragile body; if that gets him his kisses and hugs back

Idia Shroud

One of the few who’d really play ‘rough’

He’s rather gentle and you two don’t really mess around, except for the ruffle of the hair from one another

He likes to really keep to himself, or just kiss you and cuddle in bed -- watching a movie, on his phone or the two of you talking late at night

So when the two of you are in a heated PvP fight on the monitor, he’s surprised at the sudden yelp of pain

Looking down, he was so caught up he didn’t realize he hit his chin against the top of your head, causing you to bite your tongue

He was distracted and must’ve flinched back from a combo you hit on the screen

Pausing the game, he’d have you turn around so he could inspect you

Murmuring soft apologies the entire time as you could only shake or nod your head

Realizing you also cut your tongue by biting down, he’d have to take a moment as there was quite a bit of blood pooling around in your mouth

He calls for Ortho’s help, who gladly helps with washing and rinsing your mouth out with warm salt-water and even calming his older brother down

He had to explain that it’ll heal, you just have to be careful and not use it too much or have rough-textured food that’ll open the wound up again

Afterward, Idia would apologize over and over again; wanting to make it up to you

Requesting he always kiss your cheek or chin whenever you win, you ended up doing your best to beat him at his own games from now on

#twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #octavinelle #floyd leech #ignihyde #idia shroud

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