Songbird Singing Things Unthinkable Dabi x Reader
Songbird Singing Things — Unthinkable - Dabi x Reader
You were known to everyone as a good, kind girl. A good girl, who graduated with honors from the top university in Musutafu. A good girl, who volunteered her time to a soup kitchen every Saturday and Sunday morning from 8:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m. . A good girl, who made her parents so proud that they have such a perfect daughter. A good girl… who felt absolutely nothing.
Your life was emotionless, nauseating, monotonous. Everything is the same with no joy. You woke up in the pastel pink duvet covers that your parents had bought you six years ago. You didn't have enough saved up to justify the spending of a more mature one, so you were stuck with it. Your breakfast was a bowl of bran, and then off you went to your 9-to-5 cubicle job. Then, you were home, having a random microwave dinner and staring at that stupid honor roll certificate that was mounted proudly on your wall since your cable company hadn't gotten back to you about the busted wire. No one new came into your life - like that pink duvet color, you were stuck with the people you met 6 years ago; your parents, your friend who had gone off the deep end a while ago, making it just a job to hang out with her, and the people at the soup kitchen. You were freshly in your young twenties, and the closest friends you have are the elderly people at a damn soup kitchen?! If this was how your life was going during what are supposed to be the best years of your life, what the hell are you going to look like when you're 30? 40? To put it simply, the effort and personality that you had forced upon yourself was slowly crushing the life you wanted to live. It was a Thursday night when your boss had begged you to pick up the slack that your coworkers had made. He had made sure to praise you for your efforts and how efficient you are with them, the compliment almost word for word compared to ones your professors and teachers had told you before. That meant, though, that you would be staying an extra seven hours at the offices and would then have to close up. You wish you had a better excuse to say no, maybe using the fact that one of your favorite T.V. the show was airing tonight, only there were two problems with that statement: one, your T.V. wasn't even working right now and two, you don't have a favorite T.V. show. So, you slapped on that pleasant smile and replied with your faux-high pitched voice saying, "Sure! No problem, I promise!" It was exactly 11:47 p.m. when you heard that crash downstairs. Like a cat, your head perked up and your eyes glanced around the mostly dark office space, and then towards the door. Your office building had five floors - your little cubical, the only one that was illuminated at this time at night, was on the third floor. It was a reasonable, yet somewhat demeaning, way to organize the floors. Floor one, of course, was the lobby. With pretentious looking water features and that huge reception desk, it almost looked like a hotel rather than an area that conducted business. Floor two was where the interns were found. Worked to the bone like grunts, these poor workers had to sprint up flights of stairs to answer the beck and call of higher ups since the elevators weren't fast enough, and weren't always reliable. If your grades did one thing positive for you, it was that you were completely able to skip that step. The third floor, your floor, was for the people in between the high position holders and the interns. Assistants, if you will. Not much to say about them except if you're there at the right place and time - i.e. when a high position holder retires - you have a chance of grabbing that spot. It's not very often that it happens though. Then, the higher ups on the fourth floor. Again, nothing much. And then, there was the CEO and head executives. Power hungry, money grabbing toddlers. While you didn't have a very special position, the company you worked for was extremely successful, one of the most profitable in the country, so when you heard that thud, you were immediately on alert. You felt your heart rate and fear only rise as you heard voices. "God, Toga, you really fucked that up didn't you? Wanted to tell the whole world we were here, huh? I love you dearly, do anything your heart desires!" You heard one voice say, their tone switching from one sentence to the other. "Oh, Twicey, don't worry about it! If anyone comes in I'll just introduce them to my pointy, silver beauty!" Oh no. Oh no, no, no. I'm going to die without doing anything meaningful. You panic, closing your eyes and immediately climbing under your desk to hide. Then, thunk! thunk! thunk! Heavy footsteps ascended the stairs, and then the door to your floor screeched open. "Well, well, well… some unlucky assistant got stuck working the night shift, huh?" Your heart plummeted down to your stomach, almost forcing vomit up through your throat. You slowly look up to find your light on and curse yourself. You work your ass off to get stellar grades but you don't even think to turn off a damn light?! "Come on little mousey, don't be shy… why don't you crawl on out? We'll make it worth your while if you comply and be useful…" You had to admit, if the voice didn't belong to an intruder, you probably would've come out with a huge sign that said, "I'm right here!". It was gravelly and cocky, something you have never heard in your life. If your mother heard it, she would've directed you in the opposite direction saying that they are nothing you want to involve yourself with. But… your mother wasn't here right now. As you felt your limbs begin to move and your legs stand you up, you had no idea what you were doing - it was like a siren's song drawing you to them. Your head barely poked over your cubicle wall when you met the eyeline of the little group of intruders. Your hands came up above your head as well, proving that you were phone and weapons free. Just you and the group of, now that you're looking at them, villains. "I-I'm unarmed, I haven't rung the phone, just please - don't hurt me." The group looks at each other and then breaks out in laughter, some clutching their sides. "Oh, honey, I don't really think you have a say in that matter." The taller, more handsome one says. He stalks over to you, all the while looking you up and down. As soon as he stops in front of you, a flicker of realization flashes through his eyes. "Hold on a second, I know who you are." Alarm surges through you. "W-what? That's not possible, I'm honestly the most boring person I know." More giggles circulate throughout the group. "Nah, I know you. You're that student who graduated top of her class, the one who literally never averaged below like a 96 or some shit, right? From that really prestigious university?" Stunned, you nodded. "Yeah, actually…" "Dabi! I didn't know you were so well versed! Stalker, much?" The person, you deduced to be Twice, remarked. "It was just on the news that one time. Thought she had an attractive face, so I watched it. Turned out to be really boring." Dabi said, kind of complimenting you. However, as he turned back to face you, his eyes brightened. It was almost as if a lightbulb was lit above his head. "You're probably the smartest person here, right?" He asked, a devilish grin widened across his face. Your face instantly heats. "Oh, uh, I wouldn't say that-" "But you would think that, right?" He interrupts, stepping close to you. "I…" And just like that, he caught you. Like a spider in his web, he spun you right into a spot where you didn't want to be in, but god was it adrenaline inducing. Dabi smirked as he saw your expression change from one of fear and surprise, to one of slowly growing confidence. "Tell you what, sweetheart - you crack this code that we've been trying to break for about six months to get into the files in the top part of this building," he leans so his jaw is brushing against the shell of your ear, "and we'll make it worth your while. Money, security, anything like that." To his surprise, though, you push him away a bit. "I don't want that." "What?" You huffed and began to grow aggravated. "I have that! I have the perfect, 'white picket fence' like life already. I want fun, I want excitement!" You exclaim, a bit surprised at yourself for how passionate you were becoming. Dabi looked towards Toga and Twice, the two of them sending eager nods towards the tall man. "Well then, wanna come with us?" "Huh?"
"What's your quirk, darling?" Dabi asked, his gravelly tone making you shudder. "It's-" "You know what? It doesn't matter, actually. You can be our brain." You cock your head to the side. "Your brain?" "Gosh, for someone who is so smart, you're pretty damn dumb. At least you've got that pretty face, hmm?" Heat flashes through your whole body at his compliment. "You'll be at the base, giving us directions, cracking codes, making plans. Causing chaos." Your brain, no matter how much it had been programmed to only think of good things and butterflies began to crave that word. Chaos. "The code for the top floor is 16679364920. I cracked it the second day I got here." You admit, drawing out that genuine, wicked smile from Dabi. Cupping your chin with his hand, he pressed a searing, long kiss to your lips. "Alright, then. Welcome to the team darling." Chaos is what you were craving. But Dabi… Dabi was what you needed. Taglist: (Let me know if you want to be added!) @luluwiie @maiacroson @nerdypuppytimemachine @voilawind mha dabi dabi imagine dabi x y/n dabi x reader dabi x you dabi fluff dabi fanfic dabi fic dabi fanfiction mha fanfic mha imagines mha x you mha x y/n mha x reader mha x listener mha fanfiction mha fic mha fluff mha ff mha bnha fic bnha fanfiction bnha fanfic bnha fluff bnha x reader bnha x y/n bnha x you bnha bnha imagines See more posts like this on Tumblr #mha fanfiction #mha #mha dabi #dabi imagine #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fluff #dabi fanfic #dabi fic #dabi fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha imagines #mha x you #mha x y/n
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WARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. 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Songbird Singing Things — Unthinkable - Dabi x Reader
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Gönderi sahibi futuretage ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist WARNINGS: Swearing, very short make-out scene Requested by: @insane-without-delirium(I love this idea <3 I want to make a request for dabi; the song is actually not on the list but I'm kind of obsessed with it lately, it's called Unthinkable by Cloudy June. Pretty please?) A/N: Thank you so much for your request and participation in this event! So sorry it has taken me ages to complete, but I wanted to make sure I got the villain Dabi vibes ~perfect~. I hope you enjoy! Word Count: 1.7KYou were known to everyone as a good, kind girl. A good girl, who graduated with honors from the top university in Musutafu. A good girl, who volunteered her time to a soup kitchen every Saturday and Sunday morning from 8:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m. . A good girl, who made her parents so proud that they have such a perfect daughter. A good girl… who felt absolutely nothing.
Your life was emotionless, nauseating, monotonous. Everything is the same with no joy. You woke up in the pastel pink duvet covers that your parents had bought you six years ago. You didn't have enough saved up to justify the spending of a more mature one, so you were stuck with it. Your breakfast was a bowl of bran, and then off you went to your 9-to-5 cubicle job. Then, you were home, having a random microwave dinner and staring at that stupid honor roll certificate that was mounted proudly on your wall since your cable company hadn't gotten back to you about the busted wire. No one new came into your life - like that pink duvet color, you were stuck with the people you met 6 years ago; your parents, your friend who had gone off the deep end a while ago, making it just a job to hang out with her, and the people at the soup kitchen. You were freshly in your young twenties, and the closest friends you have are the elderly people at a damn soup kitchen?! If this was how your life was going during what are supposed to be the best years of your life, what the hell are you going to look like when you're 30? 40? To put it simply, the effort and personality that you had forced upon yourself was slowly crushing the life you wanted to live. It was a Thursday night when your boss had begged you to pick up the slack that your coworkers had made. He had made sure to praise you for your efforts and how efficient you are with them, the compliment almost word for word compared to ones your professors and teachers had told you before. That meant, though, that you would be staying an extra seven hours at the offices and would then have to close up. You wish you had a better excuse to say no, maybe using the fact that one of your favorite T.V. the show was airing tonight, only there were two problems with that statement: one, your T.V. wasn't even working right now and two, you don't have a favorite T.V. show. So, you slapped on that pleasant smile and replied with your faux-high pitched voice saying, "Sure! No problem, I promise!" It was exactly 11:47 p.m. when you heard that crash downstairs. Like a cat, your head perked up and your eyes glanced around the mostly dark office space, and then towards the door. Your office building had five floors - your little cubical, the only one that was illuminated at this time at night, was on the third floor. It was a reasonable, yet somewhat demeaning, way to organize the floors. Floor one, of course, was the lobby. With pretentious looking water features and that huge reception desk, it almost looked like a hotel rather than an area that conducted business. Floor two was where the interns were found. Worked to the bone like grunts, these poor workers had to sprint up flights of stairs to answer the beck and call of higher ups since the elevators weren't fast enough, and weren't always reliable. If your grades did one thing positive for you, it was that you were completely able to skip that step. The third floor, your floor, was for the people in between the high position holders and the interns. Assistants, if you will. Not much to say about them except if you're there at the right place and time - i.e. when a high position holder retires - you have a chance of grabbing that spot. It's not very often that it happens though. Then, the higher ups on the fourth floor. Again, nothing much. And then, there was the CEO and head executives. Power hungry, money grabbing toddlers. While you didn't have a very special position, the company you worked for was extremely successful, one of the most profitable in the country, so when you heard that thud, you were immediately on alert. You felt your heart rate and fear only rise as you heard voices. "God, Toga, you really fucked that up didn't you? Wanted to tell the whole world we were here, huh? I love you dearly, do anything your heart desires!" You heard one voice say, their tone switching from one sentence to the other. "Oh, Twicey, don't worry about it! If anyone comes in I'll just introduce them to my pointy, silver beauty!" Oh no. Oh no, no, no. I'm going to die without doing anything meaningful. You panic, closing your eyes and immediately climbing under your desk to hide. Then, thunk! thunk! thunk! Heavy footsteps ascended the stairs, and then the door to your floor screeched open. "Well, well, well… some unlucky assistant got stuck working the night shift, huh?" Your heart plummeted down to your stomach, almost forcing vomit up through your throat. You slowly look up to find your light on and curse yourself. You work your ass off to get stellar grades but you don't even think to turn off a damn light?! "Come on little mousey, don't be shy… why don't you crawl on out? We'll make it worth your while if you comply and be useful…" You had to admit, if the voice didn't belong to an intruder, you probably would've come out with a huge sign that said, "I'm right here!". It was gravelly and cocky, something you have never heard in your life. If your mother heard it, she would've directed you in the opposite direction saying that they are nothing you want to involve yourself with. But… your mother wasn't here right now. As you felt your limbs begin to move and your legs stand you up, you had no idea what you were doing - it was like a siren's song drawing you to them. Your head barely poked over your cubicle wall when you met the eyeline of the little group of intruders. Your hands came up above your head as well, proving that you were phone and weapons free. Just you and the group of, now that you're looking at them, villains. "I-I'm unarmed, I haven't rung the phone, just please - don't hurt me." The group looks at each other and then breaks out in laughter, some clutching their sides. "Oh, honey, I don't really think you have a say in that matter." The taller, more handsome one says. He stalks over to you, all the while looking you up and down. As soon as he stops in front of you, a flicker of realization flashes through his eyes. "Hold on a second, I know who you are." Alarm surges through you. "W-what? That's not possible, I'm honestly the most boring person I know." More giggles circulate throughout the group. "Nah, I know you. You're that student who graduated top of her class, the one who literally never averaged below like a 96 or some shit, right? From that really prestigious university?" Stunned, you nodded. "Yeah, actually…" "Dabi! I didn't know you were so well versed! Stalker, much?" The person, you deduced to be Twice, remarked. "It was just on the news that one time. Thought she had an attractive face, so I watched it. Turned out to be really boring." Dabi said, kind of complimenting you. However, as he turned back to face you, his eyes brightened. It was almost as if a lightbulb was lit above his head. "You're probably the smartest person here, right?" He asked, a devilish grin widened across his face. Your face instantly heats. "Oh, uh, I wouldn't say that-" "But you would think that, right?" He interrupts, stepping close to you. "I…" And just like that, he caught you. Like a spider in his web, he spun you right into a spot where you didn't want to be in, but god was it adrenaline inducing. Dabi smirked as he saw your expression change from one of fear and surprise, to one of slowly growing confidence. "Tell you what, sweetheart - you crack this code that we've been trying to break for about six months to get into the files in the top part of this building," he leans so his jaw is brushing against the shell of your ear, "and we'll make it worth your while. Money, security, anything like that." To his surprise, though, you push him away a bit. "I don't want that." "What?" You huffed and began to grow aggravated. "I have that! I have the perfect, 'white picket fence' like life already. I want fun, I want excitement!" You exclaim, a bit surprised at yourself for how passionate you were becoming. Dabi looked towards Toga and Twice, the two of them sending eager nods towards the tall man. "Well then, wanna come with us?" "Huh?"
"What's your quirk, darling?" Dabi asked, his gravelly tone making you shudder. "It's-" "You know what? It doesn't matter, actually. You can be our brain." You cock your head to the side. "Your brain?" "Gosh, for someone who is so smart, you're pretty damn dumb. At least you've got that pretty face, hmm?" Heat flashes through your whole body at his compliment. "You'll be at the base, giving us directions, cracking codes, making plans. Causing chaos." Your brain, no matter how much it had been programmed to only think of good things and butterflies began to crave that word. Chaos. "The code for the top floor is 16679364920. I cracked it the second day I got here." You admit, drawing out that genuine, wicked smile from Dabi. Cupping your chin with his hand, he pressed a searing, long kiss to your lips. "Alright, then. Welcome to the team darling." Chaos is what you were craving. But Dabi… Dabi was what you needed. Taglist: (Let me know if you want to be added!) @luluwiie @maiacroson @nerdypuppytimemachine @voilawind mha dabi dabi imagine dabi x y/n dabi x reader dabi x you dabi fluff dabi fanfic dabi fic dabi fanfiction mha fanfic mha imagines mha x you mha x y/n mha x reader mha x listener mha fanfiction mha fic mha fluff mha ff mha bnha fic bnha fanfiction bnha fanfic bnha fluff bnha x reader bnha x y/n bnha x you bnha bnha imagines See more posts like this on Tumblr #mha fanfiction #mha #mha dabi #dabi imagine #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fluff #dabi fanfic #dabi fic #dabi fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha imagines #mha x you #mha x y/n
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Still Into You - Dabi x Reader
Gönderi sahibi bimir Back to Navigation DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist WARNINGS: Ex! Hawks - that’s it! Requested by: Anonymous (Okay okay so, so, you said, characters of our choice? Then, what about a little challenge ? With Dabi? Hear me out: I saw this tiktok and I was like “OMG I WOULD DEFINITELY READ A FF/ OS ABOUT THIS” sooooooYou got meeee ~ Would you feel inspired by that? Still into you + Ex Hawks x Reader and now Dabi x Reader ? I’m sure you’d give Dabi such a soft yet good characterization !If you’re more comfortable with other characters, you can switch the roles, I wouldn’t mind, I’m a simp for the concept even if Dabi … Much Love on you!- ) A/N: Soooo this is actually my first Dabi fic! I had some fun figuring out what way I wanted to write him and I ended up with nicknames. Lots, and lots, of nicknames. Thank you so much for the tiktok reference as well! It helped me a lot with sorta figuring out how to write a certain part of this fic *hoping people understand which part AHHHH*! Thank you so much for the request and for taking part of the Sing To Me Event! Hope you enjoy! Word Count: 1.6K Things were never meant to get this messy. Keigo Takami, the second highest ranked Pro-Hero in Japan, was supposed to be the love of your life, for the rest of your life. He was everything you wanted all tied up with a bow. He was charming and he was kind. He had a cheeky sense of humor, and paired with what Heroes Weekly determined to be Japan’s most handsome face? You should have been completely taken. There were times where you begged every power above that you would feel that way. But, apparently, the fates had something a little bit different in mind for you. Rather than be perfectly happy with the red-winged Hero, you were destined to unconsciously pine for a blue-flamed villain. Okumaya devam et mha dabi dabi x you dabi x reader dabi x y/n dabi imagine dabi dabi fluff dabi fic dabi fanfic dabi fanfiction bnha dabi mha fanfic mha imagines mha fanfiction mha fluff mha fic mha ff mha x y/n mha x reader mha you bnha fic bnha fanfiction bnha fanfic bnha fluff bnha headcanons mha hawks bnha hawks hawks hawks x you hawks x readerDabi Masterlist
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Gönderi sahibi futureedream Back to Navigation Hi everyone, and welcome to my very first event! I am so excited to present something that I’ve been thinking over and procrastinating for the longest time! I’ve wanted to do an event but never really could find a good theme. I didn’t want to do a super general one because I thought it would be more fun for you all, and for me, to write and read more of a unique little fic! So, I thought - what would be kind of on brand for me? Well, my user is songbirdsinging things, so, songs? Songs! Yes, good job me, I’m so good at this (no I’m not, it took me literal ages to think of this)! So, below, you will see twenty-five of my favorite songs by my favorite artists (be prepared for multiple by Taylor Swift) that I think would work well! But, because I know everyone doesn’t share the same taste in music, I open this event up to you all as well! While the song options below are definitely available and I would love for you to request them with your favorite character, if you have a song that is your absolute favorite and you’ve been dying to have someone write a fic using it as inspiration, please do not hesitate to request it! As said by Alphonse de Lamartine, “Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.” - so let the fun begin!Instructions
- Simply request the number of the song on this list (or include the song title and artist if you’re requesting your own personal fav!) and a character of your choice, and the voila! I, your diligent writer, will complete your request! Also, don’t worry if someone has requested a song with the character that you wanted! I am more than happy to write multiple fics about the same character with the song of your choice! To request, you can either comment on this post or message me - whatever is easiest for you! EX: Hi! May I request [Character] with song [number or your own song w/ artist] please? Thank you! - While those who follow and know my writing know that I am a sucker for writing fluff, don’t be afraid to request sad songs! I do also love writing angst for you guys! - Going along with that, if you want a certain fic to be fluff, angst, or have any specific themes or love tropes (c’mon, everybody loves an ‘only one bed’ fic that ends with them confessing their love and cuddling), just lemme know! - Lastly, have fun with this!My 25 Favorite Songs
1. The Night We Met by Lord Huron 2. Invisible String by Taylor Swift 3. I Hear A Symphony by Cody Fry This song is spoken for! 4. Still Into You by Paramore This song is spoken for! 5. Little Things by One Direction 6. Break Me Out by The Rescues 7. Everything’s Okay by Lenka 8. Then He Kissed Me by The Crystals 9. Paper Rings by Taylor Swift 10. Only Love Can Hurt Like This by Paloma Faith 11. Magic by One Direction 12. Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations 13. There She Goes by The La’s 14. Style by Taylor Swift 15. Hotel Ceiling by Rixton 16. This Town by Niall Horan 17. How You Get The Girl by Taylor Swift 18. Photograph by Ed Sheeran 19. Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran 20. Campus by Vampire Weekend 21. Tongue Tied by Grouplove 22. Enchanted by Taylor Swift This song is spoken for! 23. 18 by One Direction This song is spoken for! 24. Home For The Summer by Sara Keys 25. Would You Be So Kind by dodie This song is spoken for! Again, I would happily write any fic about any of these 25 songs listed here, but I would be just as happy - if not more so - to write about your favorite song! And, with that, this event is officially open! So, ask away my lovelies! As always, if you have any questions simply ask me in the comments of this post or message me and I will be happy to answer! Once fics have been requested and written, I will create a Masterlist that will be linked at the top of this post! Taglist: (Let me know if you want to be added!) @luluwiie @maiacroson mha fanfic mha deku mha imagines mha kacchan mha kirishima mha dabi mha bnha fic bnha midoriya bnha fanfiction bnha imagines bnha deku bnha headcanons bnha hawks bnha todoroki shouto shouto todoroki bnha shouto Shouto shouto x reader mha shouto x reader shouto x you shouto x y/n shouto x shoto todoroki x reader shouto todoroki x reader todoroki todoroki x you todoroki x reader fluff todoroki x readerHeart Eyes
Gönderi sahibi commxnderwolffe ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Summary: For his whole life, Rooster has had one special, defining feature - his heart eyes. Full of such love and adoration for so many things, he's been told and teased countless times by his mother and friends for them. So when you, the niece of Penny Benjamin, walk into a garden party where he and his top gun buddies have been invited to with a smile on your face and the sweetest personality to boot? How can he help it - he just has heart eyes for you. A/N: Idkkkk I had this idea and kinda loved it. Now, 2.8K words later, it's all written and done! As always, I appreciate comments, constructive criticism, and support, so let me know what you think! Requests are open <3. Enjoy!!!! It had been a part of Bradley for as long as he could remember. Other kids had defining characteristics to them – dimples on their cheeks, a buck-toothed grin, maybe even the cutest button nose to date. But Bradley, oh little Bradley, he has heart eyes. With so much love in his heart, his big, brown doe eyes would fill with so much compassion and adoration for things that he couldn't keep it in him. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his love in his eyes.His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader lovrily lovrily
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steve harrington x reader part 3 of 3 13k words ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ as will byers older sister, you vaguely know steve harrington. upon becoming steve harrington's (randomly and abruptly selected) lab partner, you realize you know him even less than you thought. 「 link to part one & part two 」 warnings: fem!reader, byers!reader, shy!reader, bickering, lab partners, classmates, starts in season 2 ends in season 4, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, pining, "unrequited" love emphasis on the air quotes, steve is popular and reader is not, doting mother joyce, running with the headcanon that jonathan dropped out of high school, hurt/comfort, language, blood/injury warnings level to what's on the show, slight canon divergence in epilogue Okumaya devam et songbirdsingingthings Masterful - absolutely masterful writing. This is one of the best works I've ever seen down to the plot to the descriptions and everything in between💗💕✨ steve harrington x reader fluff steve harrington drabble stranger things fic stranger things x reader stranger things steve harrington x y/n steve harrington imagine steve harrington x reader steve harrington steve harrington x youFrost Kisses
Gönderi sahibi stilinskijedi011❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Stranger Things Masterlist ❀ Steve Harrington x F!ReaderWARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. The shoes were uncomfy, the dress made noise when you moved, and the necklace around your neck felt like it was choking you. Your hair was pulled and tugged at it in all different directions and your shoes were pinching your feet so much that you were sure that each toe would be covered in blisters. "Y/N, would you come downstairs darling? If you're going to grab a ride with me on my way to Karen's this evening, we need to go now!" Sighing, you frowned at yourself in the mirror, swiped one last layer of lip gloss on, and shoved the tube in your clutch. You took the stairs one foot at a time and very carefully, trying to not trip over yourself. Gasping, your mother watched you come into view, instantly grabbing her polaroid and snapping a picture. You blinked away the bright flash and grimaced. Okumaya devam et steve harrington stranger things steve harrington x you steve harrington x y/n steve harrington x reader steve harrington x steve harrington fanfic steve harrington fic steve harrington fanfiction steve harrington fluff stranger things x you stranger things x y/n stranger things x reader stranger things x fem!reader steve harrington x fem!reader steve x y/n steve x you steve x reader steve fanfic steve fanfiction steve fic steve harrington steve fluff stranger things fic lovers-liability hwangcore let’s talk, shall we? it’s no secret that tumblr writers have been leaving or deactivating their blogs, especially in the last year or two. and i think the reason why is even less of a secret. the fact that writers have to practically beg for feedback and interaction on a site where they post their works for FREE is ridiculous. the fact that most of the people who are reading and consuming these works don’t even spare 10 seconds to add a nice tag to their reblog (if they even bother to do that) is borderline enraging. this is tumblr, not instagram or twitter. likes on tumblr do nothing for the writer. i don’t care if you think that it helps them appear in the tags, or if you think that seeing yet another “___ liked your post” is encouraging to them, because it doesn’t and its not. and speaking of likes, why is the ratio of likes to reblogs so fucking huge? and before you think i’m being dramatic, lets take a look at some of the notes from my own works. at the time of me writing this, my one-shot, dream lover, has 821 notes. that’s pretty good right? but let’s see how many are empty likes and how many are reblogs. 769 likes. 52 reblogs. out of those 52 reblogs, 35 of them are empty. no tag, no comment. one of my reactions currently has 2,038 notes. you may be thinking that’s a lot, which it is and i’m incredibly thankful for how many notes i’ve gotten on it. but how many are likes and how many are reblogs? 1,924 likes. 113 reblogs. out of those 113 reblogs, 81 of them are empty. one of my headcanons currently has 1,110 notes. 1,069 likes. 41 reblogs. 28 of those 41 reblog are empty. why is it so hard to reblog things and give feedback? “oh but it won’t fit my blog theme!” if you’re so fucking concerned about what your precious tumblr blog looks like, then send an ask. they’re just as appreciated. “i don’t know what to say tho!” we’re not asking you to be shakespeare. if you’re really that no thoughts head empty just put a keyboard smash, if nothing else. “but i’m shy and embarrassed!” the anonymous option is there for a reason, and most writers have it turned on. being shy when you have the option of keeping your identity a secret is no excuse. and yes, i’m aware that some writers don’t have the anon option on, which brings me to my final point. stop. demanding. if a writer has requests open, be a decent human being and use your manners. going into their inbox and saying “____’s reaction of this.” is no way to request something. saying please, thank you, or even “hey, could you do a reaction of _____?” is a thousand times better than just telling them what you want them to write. writers spend hours of their time and energy to write things for you to read, and leaving an empty like is meaningless to them. if your liked a writer’s works, reblog them and maybe add some nice fucking tags while you’re at or send an ask to them about it. because sooner or later, after so many likes and barely any interaction, more and more writers are going to leave. stop making them desperate for any spare crumb of interaction and start leaving feedback if you love these writers so much. songbirdsingingthings This is so important!! It absolutely makes my day when I see reblogs with tags AND/OR comments that offer constructive criticism, feedback, or just reactions to the work - it motivates me, and other writers, so much!🥹💗💕 Anonim asked: can you write a rooster fic where the reader and him buy a new puppy and give it a bath… i dunno basically just pure fluff!!!! Thank you so much for you request as part of the 1000 followers celebration! It is now up and you can find it by clicking HERE !