Hii!! I'm Mel and I recently got into writing so I thought I'd try it out here on tumblr! I write for a lot of fandoms so don't be scared to request anything!!
I took a little break from writing but I’m back now! I just finished watching The Boys so if anyone has any requests or a certain fic idea please hop over to my page and ask ahead!! I’ll do any and all characters :)
Summary: Sam's nice to everyone but you. You're pissed off about it.
Cw: Sam's in denial, Ruby trauma, angst, hurt and confusing comfort?
A/n: reverse 'hates everyone but you' cliche NOT PROOFREAD
Requests are open!!! (Please request literally anything)
Sam smiles at everyone he passes on the street. He never forgets to thank the cashier and tips 30% because he can. Most people would describe Sam as a sweetheart. He seems to find redeeming qualities in everyone he meets, even the worst of the worst.
So why is it that when it comes to you he can't? His brain shortcuts and reverts to that of an angry pitbull. He bites. Verbally that is. And you bite back.
After spending so much time in hell before finally getting back to the living world, you've seen a lot. You made some mistakes in your life so when you died and ended up in the fiery pits you had a lot of time to think. Too much time you'd say. After hunting down the very monster that killed you, you decided to make a career out of hunting. Short after a few successful hunts you met the Winchester brothers.
You didn't like them at first. They were too righteous. Especially that lanky Sam guy. After a while of being forced to work together on hunts where your paths crossed, Dean started opening up to you. You eventually became drinking buddies. It wasn't long before you started joining them on their hunts.
"God this is taking so looooong." You groan boredly, sitting at the motel table. Your body slumped against your chair. Staring at Sam as he's typing away. You heard of a vampire nest somewhere in town, so now you three are on the case.
"Relax Buffy he's got it. Hey- I'm going out for a drink. Don't miss me too much." Before you can reply, the door slams against its frame. Dean's left you alone with Sam. Again.
Pushing yourself up you move to Sam's side to get a look at his screen. Leaning in you try to make sense of what he's looking at. He moves his body away from you, leaning uncomfortably.
"What are you doing?" He says warily as he stares you down. His breathing is uneven. Your brow furrows in confusion as you try to make sense of his behavior. "What do you mean? I'm just curious." You shrug as you turn to him.
"Don't be." Sam's tone is cold. He sounds annoyed and slightly...uncomfortable? Scooching his chair away he clears his throat and continues researching.
Sam's never seemed to like you. At first, you figured it's because you're a demon. Dean wasn't your biggest fan either. But he's loosened up by now. Sam seems to be doing the opposite. He distances himself from you more and more each day. The whole situation confuses you. And frankly, it's getting annoying.
"What the hell is with you Sam? I get that you don't like me but now you're just being dramatic. Your emotions are getting in the way of the hunt. You know that." You cross your arms frustratedly. You just want him to realize his hate for you is pointless.
"Well, usually hunters don't work with the very thing they're supposed to kill." He smiles sarcastically. Sam's never sassy, unless he's talking to you.
"Your brother doesn't seem to think so." You bite back. You want to be angry at him but you do have to admit he does look a little cute with that annoyed expression on his face.
"You might have my brother fooled but I know what you are."
You scoff before taking a few steps forward. Placing your hand on his shoulder, you lean in.
"Yeah? Well, what am I, Sammy? Say it. A black eyed freak?" He lets out a shaky breath, his muscles flex but he doesn't move away.
"Cruel." You pull back in confusion. "What?" Suddenly a soft ding resounds through the room from his laptop. A red ping appears on the digital map on his screen. "Found it." He stands up, brushing past you and grabbing his keys. "Call Dean."
You guys make quick work of the vampire nest. They were hiding out in a warehouse at the edge of town. The building is huge. All the windows are boarded up so the inside is pitch black.
"Bloodsuckers man. Fuckin freaks." Dean wipes the sweat off his face before clutching his arm. One of the vamps got their teeth in it. Sam points his flashlight at him, reaching toward his pocket for some gauze but Dean stops him.
"I'll be fine. Just a scratch."
You decide to check the other rooms for anything interesting. Any clues to other vamp lairs. You find a long hallway, at the very end is a door that's slightly opened. Kicking the door wider you enter warily.
Doing a once-over of the room, you point your flashlight at every nook and cranny. You quickly relax realizing the room's empty. The walls are moldy and the carpet is stained with liquids you'd rather not know the source of. Putting your machete down you open one of the cabinets in the room. Inside is a collection of maps. In the cabinet beside it, there are all sorts of trinkets. Bracelets, dice, one of those spinny thingy's everyone used to own when they were a kid. From a distance, you can hear Sam yelling. Before you can react there's a sharp pain in your side.
Adrenaline pumps through you at a rapid pace. You barely realize what's going on before turning to see Sam cutting the head off of the vampire that was standing behind you. Your machete slips from its hand as it crumples to the floor. A whince leaves your body as you look down at your wound.
Your surroundings are blurred and your mind is fuzzy. The cut is deeper than you expected. Blood seeps from your side, soaking through your shirt. Your head is pounding as your vision fills with black spots. Sam hovers over you with concern etched on his face. Your eyes slowly close as your legs give out.
Your eyes flutter open with difficulty. Feeling like a truck crashed into you. The only sound in the room coming from Sam's rapid typing. Groaning, you turn over slowly, taking a look at him. "What-"
"We missed one." He says curtly. Nodding at you, almost seeming apologetic. "Yeah I noticed." You chuckle humorlessly, your fingers nudging the now bandaged wound on your side. Its quiet for a moment. The soft buzzing coming from his laptop soothing you.
"Why did you save me?" Your voice is soft, vulnerable. If there was any other noise in the room it'd probably drown you out. Sam doesn't respond.
"You could've let it kill me. Why didn't you? I mean- you want to kill me right? Why not let the vamp do your job for you?" You're not accusing him. Simply confused. You thought you knew what he was thinking but its clear you're not even close to figuring that out.
He sighs, getting up and walking over to the chair next to your bed.
"Don't you get it?" His expression is unreadable. As if he's struggling to verbalize what he's thinking. He leans in, his face getting closer to yours. He's so close you can't count the pores on his face. His brownish-green eyes reflecting your own.
The air in the motel room crackles, thick and heavy with everything left unsaid for months.
"I don't want to kill you," he says, his voice a low, rough whisper that seems to vibrate through the space between you. "I never did."
"Could've fooled me," you breathe out, your own voice shaky. The pain in your side is a dull throb, but it's nothing compared to the frantic beating of your heart.
"Because that's what I do," he admits, his gaze dropping for a second before forcing itself back to yours. "I fool myself. Every time you're near, I... I short-circuit. You think I'm angry at you? I'm furious at myself."
He leans back, letting out a frustrated sigh. His shoulders drooping as he looks away, trying to gather his thoughts.
"I was trying to fool myself into believing you were just like her. It was easier that way." He runs a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with the topic.
"Like Ruby?" His gaze darts to you as the words leave your mouth. His brows furrow in confusion, shaking his head.
His eyes finally meet yours again, and they're swimming with a guilt so profound it makes your chest ache.
"When you came along... another demon with a past, who fought on our side, who made my brother laugh... all my alarms went off. Every instinct screamed that it was happening again. That I was being played. So I built a wall. I was cruel because I was terrified of being a fool. Of being weak."
He reaches out, his fingers hesitating just before they touch your cheek, giving you every chance to pull away. You don't move.
"So I bite. I push you away. Because the alternative... the alternative was this." His eyes are wide, vulnerable, pleading for you to understand. "Caring about you. Needing to be near you. The sheer, paralyzing panic I felt when I saw that thing behind you, when I saw the blood... I've fought angels and monsters, and I have never been that scared in my entire life."
The silence that follows is deafening, but it's not cold or angry. It's warm, filled with the hum of the laptop and the weight of his confession. The constant, biting tension between you finally snaps, not with a shout, but with a whisper, leaving nothing but the terrifying, exhilarating truth in its place.
Cw: angst (ouch), dean snapping, hurt no comfort, established (slightly toxic) relationship, angel ghosting
Summary: You don't realize how naive you are. Dean seems to have had enough of it.
A/n: Should I make a part 2? Didn't know where I was going when i started writing this.
-requests are open!
The motel door slams shut with a loud bang. Dean's heavy footsteps thump against the floor as he heads straight for the fridge. Inside there's two six-packs of his favorite beer. Grabbing a bottle, he closes the fridge with his free hand.
The ride back from the bar was confusing enough. All he did was stare through the windshield with a stern gaze. No warm hand on your thigh. No sly looks. No usual Dean-ish smirk. Just silence. Not even his favorite 5 bands playing on repeat. You figured he simply wasn't in the mood to talk.
"What was that?" Dean says accusingly. You snap out of your thoughts as you turn your head to look at him. In what Dean called the motel's 'cuck chair', he sat leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His eyes bore into your head like a drill.
"What was what?" You tilt your head confusedly, his behavior something you can't quite place. This phenomenon is nothing unfamiliar. You're an angel after all. You knew nothing of human customs besides what Dean had taught you so far. You figure it's one of those moments where you missed something. Be it socially or literally.
He huffs annoyedly, leaning back in the chair with his usual frown.
"The guy at the bar? He was practically groping you. And you let him." He says pointedly, yet his stern demeanor falters. His eye twitches as he leans back again, letting his head lull against the seat.
"God you're killing me." His hand covers his eyes in annoyance. His other one clenching the chair as if to ground him. He looks like he's struggling. With what exactly, you seem to have no clue.
"Oh the blonde man on the stool? He was checking my dress for stains. He said the dye in my cocktail wouldn't wash out." You blink down at him expectantly, figuring this misunderstanding was over since you explained what happened.
He stills for a moment. His body freezes before he suddenly stands up. "God, even Cas isn't this dense." He taps your temple lightly, leaning down to your eye level patronizingly. "Is there anything in here or are you just cruel?" His tone is sharp but his tone falters.
You're taken aback. Dean's never spoken to you like that before.
"I mean, for fucksake- do you realize what you're doing to me? How much it hurts when you just let people do whatever they want?" He puts the beer bottle down. His big hands wrap around your shoulders, shaking you a little.
Your frown deepens with worry and confusion. Guilt brewing in your gut as you try to make sense of what he's saying.
"Sorry Dean, I didn't mean to upset you. I thought I explained I'm not good with people like you are. I don't see their actions as you do." You look down at the ground, sorting your thoughts as you try to express what you're feeling.
He lets out a deep breath. "The worst part is that you don't understand, even now." He lets go of you, scooping up the beer bottle from the carpeted floor and walking to the other side of the room. Popping the cap open with the table edge before taking a big sip. You sigh with concern. Dean was drunk enough as it was.
It's quiet for a moment. Dean's brooding and you're churning in your own guilt.
"I may not understand but I love you and only you. You know that." The certainty in your voice is clear.
"Do you though?" The mean words cut through you like a knife. He turns to you, his eyes teary as he seems to be holding in how much this is actually hurting him.
"You don't even know what love is. You've never felt it. Not really."
Your own eyes start burning as you shake your head. "Don't say that, that's not true-" You try to defend yourself, your feelings for him. He quickly interrupts you.
"You're just a shell. You're not capable of love. God, I am an idiot. You angels love talking a big game but when it comes to human emotions you guys are like wet tissues smushed together into one big mush of...fuckin' I don't know." He's breathing heavily as he gets closer, cupping your face in his hands.
"My question is, why'd it have to be you? Why not some troubled alcoholic? I know my way around those people. But you? Why you?" His touch is feather-light, his fingers shaking lightly.
The words make your insides sink to the floor. Your heart is crushed. It hurts to think you're only bringing worry and frustration to Dean's life.
In the blink of an eye, you're gone. Vanished in the wind, a typical angel trick. Dean's body is still for a moment, caressing the air before looking around. He lets out a pained breath.
"I didn't mean..." he looks down at the beer bottle in his shaking hands. A surge of frustration dart through him before throwing the bottle against the motel wall. The neighbor knocks against the wall but he doesn't seem to care. Too caught up in his own thoughts.
a/n: help me. I can't stop looking at Sam edits I NEED him. (Not proofread I'm literally in a car)
Btw PLEASE request stuff I want to write so bad but am out of ideas <3 okay love you
The demon swings toward you with full force, it's fist missing you by a few inches thanks to your fast reflexes. Sam and Dean rush toward you trying to rip it off of you but before they can, they're thrown to the ground by an invisible force.
"What the fuck-?" Your voice sounds strained, your attention split between the demon actively trying to rip you apart and the guys' safety. Suddenly they're not the only ones held back. Your back hits the wall with a thump. Blood drips from the back of your head down to your neck. Fuck. You know this wound is gonna be a bitch to patch up. You're praying it's not a concussion.
"Stop- let her go!" Sam yells in vain as the demon holds you to the drywall with a grimace. Its head suddenly snaps toward Sam. "Wow, how adorable. The ever-so-noble white knight tries to save the girl. Too bad you never seem to succeed Samuel. You never have."
Sam looks conflicted, hurt even. That vulnerability quickly turns to anger. Slowly the demon lets you go, walking toward Sam. You try to fight whatever force is restraining you but you can't seem to beat it. Sam grimaces up at the demon.
"Let's have a look shall we?" Its tone is menacing and filled with spite. Sam seems to be familiar with its face. Having hunted this very demon before. Clearly not having succeeded. The demon slowly reaches its hand toward Sam's forehead. The poor possessed mailman's fingers now charred and wounded.
The moment the mailman touches Sam's forehead, his eyes roll back in his head. For a moment both the demon and Sam seem to be in a mental battle. Before long Sam's eyes return to normal, the demon now smirking beside him. "Lookie lookie Sammy. That's exactly what I wanted to see." The demon gets up, walking toward you with purpose.
"Stop! Don't!" Sam doesn't sound angry anymore. He sounds desperate. The demon grabs Dean’s gun which was lying on the motel bedside table and shoves it against your temple.
"Samuel you will regret the day you decided to hunt me. You will hurt as I have. I will it, so it shall be." He stares right into your eyes. The hurt and grief evident in its eyes.
"My love, my light. Gone. Ripped to shreds by mere fleshbags." Its tone is strained, its limbs shaking. It seems erratic. Suddenly the demon turns his head to Samuel.
"Well. Let's see if she shares your incentive." The demon lifts his hand to your head. You close your eyes preparing for pain, or some kind of intrusion, but it never comes. You crack your eyes open, confused at what's happening. The demon chuckles before turning to Sam. "And I thought my love story was complicated considering the whole demon thing." He slowly saunters over to Sam, crouching in front of the tall man still splayed on the floor. "She seems to be team Dean, Sammy. Isn't that a shame..." It says with mocking compassion. You frown in confusion at its words.
"And now you'll die knowing every woman you've ever loved has either died or betrayed you. I almost feel bad." The gun's steel kisses Sam's temple. "Almost."
Before it can pull the trigger, Dean stabs the demon in the back, carving up its spine with the demon blade. The moment he does, you and Sam are released from your binds.
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You three make quick work of the demon. Turns out Dean kept a salt packet from your diner trip this morning. He managed to fish it out of his pocket while the demon was focused on Sam. He got himself free and snuck up to it.
After you finish cleaning up, Dean leaves, heading to the local bar.
The room is quiet. The slight buzzing coming from the TV seems to be the loudest noise in the world right now. Sam's sat on the motel bed. You're leaning against the bedside table, quietly thinking over what just happened.
"Hey, listen. We need to talk. What I said-" You simply sigh, chuckling at Sam's compassion. "Oh please Sammy, I know that demon was just messing with us. He was obviously lying. I mean- what he said about me was total bullshit." You giggle for a moment, trying to imagine a universe where there's even the possibility you'd like Dean more than Sam.
"...yeah." Sam looks confused, and slightly relieved. "Thank god right? Imagine if it were telling the truth. That'd be awkward." He lets out a timid laugh before clearing his throat, his body stiff and unsure. "Anyway, glad that's over. Should we get some drinks? I sure as hell need one right now." He sighs, rolling back his shoulders as he walks to the motel room door, turning back attentively. "You comin'?"
Your hand slips to the back of your head, pulling back when you feel your blood staining your fingers.
"Think I gotta patch this up first. If Dean needs a ketchup packet..." you turn your fingers his way jokingly. Sam doesn't laugh. His eyebrows furrowed into a concerned frown. "Let me help."
You simply sigh knowing you can't seem to decline.
What if Love and Deepspace men made a homemade sweater and gift them to the boys hehe
Sweater Weather
Pairing: Lads boys x MC/reader
Cw: Cuteness
A/n: I truly love this idea its so cute omfg
It's fall and you know what that means? Sweater season!!! You've been secretly planning to give your boyfriend a cute little sweater and have been working on it since summer.
(NOT proofread [im lazy])
Prob very OOC because I JUST started Lads
[I decided to only do Zayne and Sylus (sorry🙏)]
SYLUS
You walk into the N109 zone practically skipping from excitement as you hold a medium sized gift box in your hands. As you arrive to onychinus, Luke and Kieran look at you in curiosity.
"'s that a gift for the big boss? Can you put our names on the card aswell? We've been wanting to ask for a raise-" A gloved hand slaps against Luke's mouth as Kieran shushes him, hitting him over the back of his head. "Do you want to die!?-" Chuckling at their silly behavior you're about to respond but before you can a dark red energy ushers you into the living room.
Sylus is sitting on the couch, his reading glasses sitting snuggly on his nosebridge as he reads the book in his hands. Without looking up at you he calls out. "You're early sweetie." A small smile tugging at his face. Only when you stand in front of him does he look up. "Is that for me, kitten?" An amused expression gracing his face as he looks up at you.
You sit down next to him, grabbing the book out of his hands, placing it on the table before handing him the box. Smilling excitedly as he observes the box for a bit. "I didn't forget about a holiday or anniversary did I?" Chuckling, you quickly clear the confusion. "You're always spoiling me so I thought I'd return the favor." Smiling sweetly, you peck him on the lips before ushering him to open the box.
Sylus looks slightly confused as he pulls the sweater out of the box. It's a nicely stitched dark red sweater with black accents. In the middle of the sweater's black and red stands a proud crow. Little did Sylus know it took you like 2 weeks to figure out how to properly stitch the crow. "I know it's not the quality you're used to but-" Before you can continue Sylus quickly takes his shirt off, putting the warm sweater on.
You try not to squeal at the adorable sight of someone like Sylus in a cute sweater like the one you made. He looks down at the sweater smiling fondly. Suddenly he notices a small loose knott in the sweater and chuckles amusedly. "Did you knit it yourself? I didn't know your talents expanded to this extent." He turns to you with a smirk, yet there's sincerity in his eyes. "It's perfect kitten. Thank you." Mephisto caws happily in the background, having noticed the crow on the sweater. A deep chuckle leaves Sylus as he embraces you. Before you know it you're getting picked up bridal style off the couch. "Sylus! What are you doing?" He merely chuckles at your retort. "I have to repay your kindness somehow, don't I?"
Zayne
Your trip to Akso hospital is quite the nerve recking one. Your mind races as you imagine what kind of response Zayne would have on your gift. Clutching the blue box nervously you sit on the bus hoping it'll drive faster. As per usual, your boyfriend's doing overtime at the hospital. Lately it seems like he just can't get a break, running from surgery to surgery.
Walking through the hospital halls you nod politely at the staff members that recognize you, giving them a small smile. You finally arrive to Zayne's office door. You knock twice, not too loudly. "Come in." His cold and tired voice hitting you like a winters gust of wind. You shiver reactively, considering keeping the sweater for yourself before shaking the silly idea off.
As you walk in you notice the tired look on his face. He hasn't looked up yet as he's signing presumably important paperwork. "I told you to get the-" Looking up at you he quickly realises you're not one of his coworkers. A small little sigh of relief leaves his lips as he stands from his desk, a slight smile gracing his face. You place the giftbox down on his desk before giving him a hug. "Darling, what are you doing here so late?"
Chuckling into his shoulder you tighten your hold on him before softly letting go. "By the time you'd actually get home it'd be too late for me to give you...this." You quickly grab the box from his desk and hand it to him. "I've been working on it for a little while." He looks at the box in welcomed surprise as he smiles softly before pulling at the ribbon, opening it.
You bite your nails nervously as he unfurls the sweater from the slightly rushed packaging. He holds the it up to the light, carefully observing it. The beautiful stitching complimenting the dark blue wool of the sweater, a light blueish white snoflake decorating the front of the sweater. A small chuckle reverberates through his chest as he holds the sweater with great care, scared to somehow rip it or harm it in any way.
He looks up at you with a sincere expression before putting the sweater back into the box neatly. He gets a bit closer, grabbing the hand that's sitting against your mouth and brings it to his, giving it a small kiss. "Didn't I tell you to stop biting your nails, love?" His gaze softly gliding over your face before his smile widens softly. "Thank you."
Found this in my drafts! Hope you enjoyed. (I'm pretty sure i wrote this one last year *,*)
I know I haven't been online in a while and I'm genuinely so sorry (it's writer's curse) BUT I recently started watching Supernatural SO you might see me pump out one million new fics.
Stay posted.
And ready.
I love you
(Oh right I know people usually hate seeing non-fics under fic tags but this is a special announcement and I'm like totally super goated so I'm allowed to do this 😛)
(Oh also I recently played Deltarune so Noelle x Suzie stuff may be in the works...maybe...)
okay what about trying to do makeup for caleb and so hes seated on the corner of his bed with eyes shut and you are doing his makeup,
then when you shift to other parts he opens his eyes and he looks st you with yk
THOSE EYES... intense and idk needy bcs its an intimate moment
Sunset Strokes
Pairing: Caleb x MC/reader
Cw: Fluff that will rot your tooth. also a smidge of possessive!caleb
A/n: This game has an evil heart wrenching hold in me I am in PAIN (good pain unfortunately)
Not proof read sorry guys ;-;
"Can't believe I actually got you to agree to this." You giggle softly as you stradle him. Holding a small eyeshadow brush you dab the sunset colored orange powder against his eyelids. A light chuckle leaves his lips as he smiles.
"Do you really think I can say no to you pipsqueak?" He places his warm hand against your waist softly as he sighs dramatically. "I can't let you experiment artistically on some other guy can I?" Laughing his dramatics off, you continue your ministrations on his eyes.
For a moment you stop dabbing as you look at him. Really look at him. A soft smile graces his face as his expression stays peaceful. Like an angel in soft sunlight he slowly opens his eyes. "Pips'?" You quickly look away as you try to come up with an excuse as you feel his eyes burning into yours.
"I was just- picking another color." Concern grows in your abdomen as he doesn't respond. Quickly looking back up, fearful of any kind of negative emotion on his face- instead- he's smiling. A soft kind smile, his eyes following.
Caleb had a way of making you feel like the only person in the world. As if everything else just fades away and you and him are floating in an endless space of affection. His eyes on you make you feel like you're in a trance. Observing his eyes you notice the small dashes of orange in his purple eyes. Chuckling, you realise it matches the makeup you just put on him.
"I could give Rafayel a run for his money..." Muttering quietly to yourself. You put the brush down and grab some lipstick instead, focussing on his soft lips. You work with full focus, gliding the soft wax along his lips expertly. In the corner of your eye you see him looking right at you. As if he can't be bothered with what you're doing to his face. Because in truth, we all know all he can think about is you.
I've been in such a writers slump but recently started playing LADs and my eyes are fucking opened. Like genuinely, I feel the energy and light of gods tearing through me. PLEASE I'll write ANY idea you have!!!
Arlecchino with a reader who's deathly afraid of spider to where they have developed a sort of spidysense for when a spider is within 12 feet of them no matter where it is.
Imagine Everytime Arlecchino is around their instincts scream spider so they maintain distance from her no matter what which leads to a misunderstanding of them hating her when in fact it's just that she reminds them of a spider.
Lmaoo this one is hilarious
Spidey senses
SpiderVibes!Arlecchino x SpiderSense!Reader
Drinking your coffee, you look out the window of the cafe. This day is like every other. The sun shines brightly through the streets of fontaine, and your drink tastes as bitter as ever. Suddenly, you feel a shiver go down your spine as you look for it. The spider.
You've always been able to feel if a spider is nearby. You're terrified of them. Call it a spidey sense. Your eyes zap around the lounge, looking for it. And finally, you find it. The little bug was hanging near the corner of the room. Although it's very far away, you still feel its earie presence, so you take your coffee and leave the cafe. You sigh as you walk out the door.
You recently started working as a caterer for the house of the hearth, which is not too strange. It's just that whenever you're in the building, your spidey sense starts tingling. Which you later found out was just a false alarm.
So you've found a solution; avoid the knave. Yeah, it's kind of rude, but overall, it's for the quality of your work.
But today is different. The orphanage owner herself called you to her office. Shivers flow down your spine as you walk up to her office door. The earie feeling of a million spiders creeping up on you settles as you open her door.
There she is in all her glory, she was already expecting you. Her gaze never left you the moment you walked into her office. "Come closer," she beckons. You take little steps closer to her desk. You dare not look her in the eyes as you do. "You wanted to talk?" She squints at you before responding. "Have I done something to offend you?" Oh shit. You quickly look up at her. She's still observing you from head to toe. "No, it's just...uh it's quite stupid actually -" she stands up from her chair and walks towards you. "Well, whatever I did, I want you to know that I am sorry."
Your face twists into shock and guilt as you try to reassure her. " No, no, you've done nothing to offend me! It's just -" she urges you to continue. And you do, you start rambling. "Well, it's just that I have, like, this really, and I mean really big fear of spiders, and I get the same kind of feeling around you.”
“Not that I'd ever compare you to a spider! I just -" You suddenly get snapped out of your rambling. She's...laughing? She looks back down at you as she recollects herself. A small cough makes its way through her throat.
She looks down at her desk, her face looking conflicted. A smirk graces her face as she suddenly stands, slowly walking toward you. “Ma’am…?” You take a step back out of habit. A slight twinge of fear makes its way through your core. She corners you against the wall, hovering over you with a hand against the wall.
“Do you feel it now?” Her sultry voice cascades through the air. You shiver at the sound. Squirming under her gaze, you nod. “Hm.” She makes a sound of acknowledgment before pulling back. Your body relaxes as she steps away, yet somehow you feel slightly disappointed. “That’s all. You can leave now.”
SORRY ITS SO SHORT
Its also been a little while since i wrote a fic so im a bit rustyy
liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell
GANG IVE BEEN ON A LIL BREAK FROM TUMBLR (working with a publisher to write my own book!!) BUT IM GONNA START WORKING ON REQUESTS AGAIN IM SORRY ITS TAKING SO LONG!!!
May I request a fluff fic about Dan Heng x reader where Dan Heng is treating reader's wounds because of how clumsy and reckless they are? Due to their clumsy nature, they would always get random scars just because they accidentally bumped into something or accidentally trip. Because of this behavior, Dan Heng would always be worried and would often scold reader to be more careful next time while treating their wounds, even though these incidents would still happen cause they can't control their clumsy nature.. and reader would often answer back to Dan Heng with a smile that it's okay and that they're already used to it. Not that Dan Heng would let this accidents to continue.. so Dan Heng would still continue to scold them lmao but also care for them by always treating their small/big wounds because he's just very worried for his friend (aka secret crush) Honestly, reader's clumsy nature reminds me of Bennet from genshin, you could say reader has bad luck.
Omg this is adorable!!! Honestly, im a bit clumsy myself, so this feels very close to home!
Lectures
Dan Heng x clumsy!reader
Usually, you'd just get a small bruise or a little mark, but now you've screwed up big time. It's not the wound you're worried about, but a certain archivist and fellow trailblazer.
You're very used to obtaining all sorts of bruises and marks because of your clumsy nature. Lately, however, one of your fellow trailblazers started paying more attention to it.
Always lecturing you about the dangers of your behavior and telling you to be more careful, but at least he always ends up helping you take care of the wounds. Today is no different.
The parlor car looks as comforting as ever, even though you and Dan Heng are the only ones inside. He's sitting in front of you, bandaging your hand, slightly frowning at it. "You have to be more careful. Wounds like these could get infected, and you'd get very sick or worse."
He's wearing a strained expression. "It's fine, Dan Heng. It's just a scratch." You flash a wide smile his way, even though he can't really see it considering the task at hand. He slowly looks up, meeting your eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?" You suddenly feel a spark of guilt. You never meant for him to get this worried. His gaze softens as he takes in your features.
"Promise me you'll be more careful?" His stern yet caring expression reaches your eyes. "Well, maybe you should come with me everywhere to make sure I don't get hurt," his face reddens as he looks shocked at your request. He quickly turns away to hide his flustered state.
"We both know that's impossible." You whine audibly as you pout your lips toward him. As he turns back, seeing your face, he immediately corrects himself. "-but I'll try my best to stay by your side as much as I can." The smile on your face returns as you quickly hug him. Thanking him for helping you bandage your wound.
As you quickly skip towards the passenger cabin, Dan Heng is stuck in his usual thoughts about you before realizing that his new task requires him to follow you.
Has anyone imagine Arlecchino with a s/o who's emotionally detached, someone who's cold, indifferent, and rude to anyone they meet. They won't go out of their way to be mean but they make it clear that they don't like people. Then they're dense so anything and everything goes over their head that has to do with romantic interests.
Loosens up after they accept someone to be on friendly terms with them but is still inadvertently an ass, simply because that's their natural self. (The only thing that gets a positive response is Kitties)
I find it funny imagining someone trying to court them and they simply don't notice.
Arlecchino: *gives them flowers*
S/o: *staring at the flowers blankly* "who are these for exactly?"
Arlecchino: *this the 30th time she has tried to catch their attention* "You."
S/o: *Confused* "oh, thank you. I'm not a big fan of flowers but I guess I'll keep them"
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Arlecchino(a few days later): "We're Dating."
S/o: "what?"
Arlecchino: *dragging them to a restaurant by the back of their shirt* "we're dating." *She ran out of patience and took the initiative to make her actions clear*
S/o: "do I have a choice?"
Arlecchino: "No."
S/o: "ok...?"
Arlecchino: "Good"
Omg this is adorable hold on lemme cook
Im sorry this is so late!!!
Esteemed Guest
Arlecchino x detached!GN!reader
Synopsis: reader works at a restaurant where arlecchino takes an interest in them.
It was a peaceful day at the restaurant. Well, more peaceful for the customers than for you. You're known at your job and around town for being quite indifferent to everyone. You can't count how many times you've been told to smile more. It's exhausting.
You go through your usual routine of taking orders, serving food and answering questions about allergens when your manager calls you aside for a second. "Hey, there's a special guest coming in a few minutes. Could you take out the trash before they arrive?"
You nod your head yes as you walk to the back of the restaurant, having picked up the plastic bags on your way. You set them down as you look around at the street. A cute kitten catches your attention as it's wandering towards the trash bags. You run inside looking for some spare tuna from one of the dishes. You sneak out of the kitchen, tuna in hand, to feed the kitten.
Arlecchino has never been a slacker. Better yet, she is the exact opposite. Structured and cautious. That's why she's never late to anything. Just like right now, she's a few minutes early. As she walks around the restaurant, looking at the building from all possible angles, she sees you. Crouched down, holding some fish out towards a small cat. The genuine smile on your face sparks a slight flame in her heart. She finds the sight quite endearing. As she sees you going back inside, she walks back to the front of the restaurant, greeting the owner.
You see a black and white haired figure being led to the VIP area. You catch her gaze as she sends you a slight smirk. How strange. You just stare at her in confusion as she walks by.
Not even 5 minutes after your cowerker was supposed to serve them, your manager calls out to you. "Our esteemed guest has asked for you to serve them during their meal." Your brows furrow as you look at him, confused. "Why me?" Your lifeless tone as indifferent as ever. "I'll give you a bonus?" You sigh as you start walking to the VIP lounge.
The dim lighting and gold ornate decorations are starting to give you a headache. You enter the room, looking the black and white-haired woman directly in the eyes. Usually, people tend to be scared of Arlecchino off the bat. It might be because of her eyes or her demeanor. But you're not. Your blank face stares at her as you hand her the menu, muttering a quiet 'here'. She looks intrigued as she opens the menu, reading through the options quite quickly.
"Are you on the menu?" She winks. "Uh, no, not really. There's not many restaurants here or anywhere that condone cannibalism?" Your face is painted with a semi concerned experssion at her taboo request. She giggles, finding your obliviousness quite entertaining. "I'll have a bourbon. No, actually make that two." You furrow your brows at her again. "Is someone else joining your table?" She nods, her smirk still very present. You walk back to the bar, giving the order to the bartender. She quickly finishes pouring the drink as you walk back to the client.
You set the glasses down as you realize the clients' guest is still not here. "When is your guest going to arrive? The drinks will get warm if you wait too long." You state. "Oh don't worry dear, she has just arrived." She's gazing at you like a predator would their pray.
"I don't see anyone -" you say as you look towards the entrance. Before you can finish your sentence, you get pulled down onto the couch seat next to the woman. She sets the bourbon glass in front of you as she throws back hers. "It's against restaurant policy to drink on the job." You say, looking her straight in the eye. Unbothered by your cold behavior, she throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.
She sighs as she contemplates your words. "How about this then, do you work tomorrow?" Her eyes start wandering as she waits for you to answer the question. "No, it's my off day." A sly smirk appears on her face at the words. She gets closer to your face as she observes your lips. Looking down at you, she says, "You and me, dinner tomorrow, here." Confusion settles on your face at the suggestion. "Why would I come in on my off day?" She laughs softly at your confusion. Realizing that you misunderstood her. "No, I meant as my date."
You're confused as to why she would invite you, a mere server, to be her dinner guest. Nonetheless, you don't have anything to do tomorrow so you might as well see where the dinner leads you. "Alright, well, I can't really pay. My wage isn't that big." She looks at you amused. "Don't you worry about that, Doll."
The next few days have been quite exciting compared to your monotone life. Although you're still as cold as ever, you're starting to warm up to Arlecchino.
You often wake up to flowers in your mailbox and deliveries of expensive goods at your door. You appreciate her gifts but you just don't understand why Arlecchino is doing all of this. Until now.
"We're dating." What? The candles on the table are lit. Your living room's currebt dim lighting sending shivers up your spine. The fumes of the spaghetti lay in front of you, filling your senses as you try to make sense of what's happening. You look up at her, confused as always. "I said what I said. Any objections?" You're flustered, but you can't seem to deny how enticing that relationship status sounds to you. Especially because it's with Arlecchino. She stands up from the table, swiftly moving to you as she holds your chin, tilting it up. "You're mine." She puts her lips on yours, "forever."
Hiii! I did saw you replied to my request,then when I clicked it, it was gone like..👀 am I seeing things rn🤣 Thank you so much for doing my request💞💞 loved it (the dainsleif one) , although I wished it had more depth into their character but this one is also lovely💪❤️🔥, sorry it took so long for me to notice you posted this bcuz I was a little too busy to build my firefly🤣😴 kept getting nerf bcuz my natasha kept falling down😭
Omg yeah i was so worried you wouldnt se eit haha. Im happy you enjoyed it though!! I also wish i had more time to give the characters more depth but when i wrote it i was on vacation so i didnt really have much free time im do sorry!!! Goodluck on building your firefly!! Im js waiting for acheron, blackswan, and kafka's banners!!
