Some People Turn Sad Awfully Young ... No Special Reason, It Seems, But They Seem Almost To Be Born That

Picks him up like a stray cat

reversed!

had a vision (more in reblog) (← that's a link btw you can click on it)

Steve x reader where the reader maybe hasn't gotten alot of sleep and so they are having a movie night and cuddling and she falls asleep and later the kids walk in and steve gets all protective and is trying to make sure they dont wake her up

I literally started giggling when I read this?

Warnings: female!reader, fluff, protective!steve,

She's Dreaming | Steve x Reader

Movie night was a special tradition in the Harrington household. You have been doing it every single Friday since you’ve known him and today was no different - except, the raging tiredness, stemmed from balancing schoolwork and the busy babysitting life of Steve, was taking a toll on you.

It was a colder night than usual, with light showers and heavy fog. Perfect for a movie night. If only you were in the mood for it. Steve was heavily anticipating watching The Outsiders, mostly due to the attractive cast but he wouldn’t willingly share that. You were both situated on his living room couch, a thin blanket covering you lightly, with a bowl of popcorn between you.

Barely an hour in, your eyes began to fall, forcing you to lean on Steve to stay awake. Of course, he welcomed this gesture and made sure to pull the blanket tighter, preventing anything from disturbing you. He had known how much homework wears you out, offering to do it for you even if he wasn’t the most academic person alive. It’s the thought that counts. He was hoping you’d take advantage of the movie night so that you could catch up on some rest. After all, he did care for you.

This wouldn’t be the first time you had cuddled up close to Steve. It was typical on a movie night. The low lights. The calm and peaceful atmosphere. Steve himself was just the perfect cuddle buddy and certainly wasn’t afraid to be the first to initiate it.

Staying awake was the most difficult part. Sleep was luring you into pure relaxation and the gentle warmth radiating from Steve was not helping at all. Steve was humming softly, playing with your hair between his long calloused fingers. Soon you were lulled to sleep by the sense of security Steve was providing.

Maybe thirty minutes had passed since you had fallen asleep. Steve was focused solely on letting you rest, turning the television down a few notches and covering your ears with the blanket. There was a light scratching noise emanating from the door and Steve already knew what was about to happen.

Before he could get up and stop the boys from causing a ruckus, he remembered you were asleep next to him and could not bring himself to disturb you. Knowing the boys, they would not be very quiet at all. After separate different tries to unlock the door, Dustin finally opens it, falling in along with Lucas, Mike, and Will in tow.

“HEY-“ Dustin attempted to say.

“Henderson” Steve warned, gesturing to your sleeping body next to him. “Be quiet.”

“I’m sure she’d love to see us, what’s the big deal?“ Lucas butted in, pushing past Dustin to look at you.

“She needs the sleep.” He whispered. “Quiet.”

Dustin shrugged his shoulders and sat on the couch opposite to them. “So what are we supposed to do?”

“You can go up to my room but I swear to God if you make any noise, you’re gone.” He glared, pointing directly at Dustin and Lucas. “And please don’t touch anything.”

They all sighed with Steve giving them multiple shushes. He pointed at the stairs and didn’t say another word, monitoring you to see if you were woken up. Once everyone else was upstairs, Dustin ventured down to harass Steve - again.

“So when are you going to tell her that you’re in with love her?” Instead of being met with a response, a thick pillow was promptly thrown at Dustin’s head, smacking him straight in the forehead.

Carnival Kiss 🤡🪞🎭🎪🎡🎠🤹‍♀️🎢

(Art the clown x F! Reader)

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The carnival had always fascinated you. The flickering lights cast an eerie glow on the weathered rides, and the distant laughter of children mingled with the sounds of creaking metal. But tonight, the atmosphere felt different—charged, almost electric, as if the air itself was alive with anticipation. You had heard the rumors, whispers of a clown who stalked the carnival grounds, a figure of terror known only as Art.

You moved cautiously through the half-lit paths, drawn in by a mix of dread and morbid curiosity. The thrill of danger pulsed through your veins, but you had never expected to feel this way about a monster. Every shadow seemed to whisper his name, and every flicker of light hinted at his presence, sending a shiver down your spine.

Then you saw him.

Art stood under the dim glow of a flickering bulb, his tall, lanky figure unmistakable. His stark white face was accentuated by the grotesque black makeup that framed his eyes and mouth. He wore his signature striped outfit, a vision of playful horror that made your stomach churn with both fear and fascination. The way he grinned, a sharp-toothed smile that stretched impossibly wide, sent a chill down your spine.

You hesitated, heart racing as he locked his dark gaze onto yours. For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped, the world around you dissolving into a haze. Art tilted his head, his expression shifting from playful to predatory, the grin never faltering. You felt drawn to him, an inexplicable urge tugging at your senses.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, your heart pounding like a drum. “Hey,” you managed, your voice trembling despite your attempt at bravado.

Art’s eyes flickered with intrigue, and he stepped closer, the tension palpable. The air between you thickened, charged with an electricity that sent shivers across your skin. You were well aware of the danger he posed, yet the thrill of the unknown beckoned you closer. There was something deeply alluring about him, a chaotic energy that pulled you in.

Without a word, Art gestured toward the funhouse, the warped mirrors reflecting distorted versions of reality. You felt a mixture of fear and exhilaration at the thought of stepping into the darkness with him. Compelled by a force you couldn’t explain, you nodded and followed him inside.

The funhouse was a labyrinth of shadows and reflections, the dim lights casting an unsettling glow. The air was thick with the scent of stale popcorn and something metallic that made your stomach churn. The laughter of carnival-goers faded into silence as you entered, replaced by the echo of your footsteps and Art’s eerie silence.

He moved through the maze with an almost feline grace, darting from mirror to mirror, watching your reflection with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. You felt the urge to turn and run, but the tension between you kept you rooted in place. You were captivated by him—the way he danced around the distorted glass, the shadows playing tricks on your mind.

“Are you scared?” you whispered, your voice barely breaking the silence.

He turned to you, the grin on his face widening, revealing those sharp, predatory teeth. It was a chilling sight, one that sent a thrill of fear through you, yet you couldn’t look away. The thrill of danger was intoxicating, but deep down, you recognized the peril of your fascination.

Art stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. The warmth of his body contrasted sharply with the chill of the funhouse, and you could feel your breath quicken as he closed the distance. He reached out a gloved hand, brushing his fingers against the cold glass of the mirror beside you, leaving a streak of smudged paint. It felt intimate and terrifying at once.

In an impulsive moment, you reached up to touch his face, your fingertips grazing the cool skin of his cheek. Art froze, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before that familiar grin returned. His dark eyes bore into yours, and in that moment, you felt an electric connection—a primal understanding of fear and desire.

Without fully realizing it, you leaned in, the tension between you reaching a breaking point. Your lips met his in a sudden rush, a kiss that was both reckless and charged with an undercurrent of dread. It was a soft exploration, yet the danger of it sent your heart racing. You were kissing a monster.

Art responded almost instinctively, leaning into the kiss. His lips were cold against yours, a stark reminder of the dark world you were stepping into. You felt a shiver run through you, a mix of exhilaration and terror. The kiss deepened, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of you in that warped funhouse, where reality and madness collided.

But the moment was fleeting. Art pulled away, his expression shifting into something darker, more primal. The grin was still there, but it no longer felt playful. It was a hunger, an insatiable desire that made the air around you crackle with danger. You realized, in that instant, the peril of your actions—of inviting this creature of chaos into your life.

You stumbled back, heart pounding as you took in the sight of him. Art stood before you, a vision of horror and allure, his presence overwhelming. The darkness that surrounded him felt suffocating, and suddenly, you were struck by the realization of how far you had let yourself fall into his world.

In the silence that followed, the reality of the situation began to settle in. You had danced with danger, kissed a monster, and now stood at the edge of an abyss you couldn’t fully comprehend. Art’s gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable. It was a silent promise of the chaos that lay ahead, a world filled with fear, thrill, and an unsettling intimacy that bound you to him.

With a surge of adrenaline, you turned and ran, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the confines of the funhouse. You didn’t dare look back, but you could feel his presence behind you, a haunting shadow that lingered in the darkness. The thrill of the chase ignited something within you, a twisted desire to return to the chaos, to confront the monster that had captivated your soul.

As you burst into the night air, the carnival lights flickered around you, and you knew one thing for certain: you would return. The darkness was calling, and somehow, you felt compelled to answer.

I am rotating them in my mind

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HORROR/THRILLER/SUSPENSEFUL STORY SETTINGS AND PLOT IDEAS:

[Feel free to use any prompt that shouts out to you! I would very much appreciate a tag if you post a story that was inspired by a prompt of mine! Happy writing everyone!]

A

amusement park (where the ride breaks down with everyone trapped on them, and there is a killer loose in the park…)

art gallery (where paintings trap visitors inside the frame and force them relive the scene the painting was based on...)

aquarium (where the protagonist gets trapped inside one of the shark tanks...)

B

basement (where the basement floods, there’s no way out, and there’s something weird swimming in the water…)

blood bank (where a blood bank is run by a vampire cult…)

board game cafe (where a group of teenagers are forced to play a game of snakes and ladders in real life, with real snakes and real ladders…)

bunker (where the captor holds his victim hostage in an old bunker and convinces the girl that he is protecting her from a world apocalypse…)

C

car (where a taxi driver picks up the wrong person and fears he may never live to tell the tale…)

castle (where the gargoyles come to life and attack the royal family…)

circus (where everyone who is hypnotized by the magician turns into a member of his unholy cult…)

D

desert (where a group of travellers are swept away by a sand storm and wake up in a haunted oasis…)

dungeon (where the visitors pay to torture subjects and the subjects are paid to be tortured…)

F

farmhouse (where the scarecrow comes to life and attempts to create a new body for himself with the farming family’s bodies…)

forest (where a lone hiker is caught in a bear trap in the woods and unable to escape, the bear is close by…)

G

graveyard (where the dead buried at the local cemetery come back to life and all the living people in the town die, except for you…)

H

haunted house (where a house manages to kill anyone who enters it…)

hotel (where the concierge is a vampire with a thirst for his visitors’ blood…)

house (where the family home falls into a sinkhole that leads straight to hell…)

I

island (where a new species of insect is discovered, and when the travellers get bitten, they start mutating into bugs…)

J

jungle (where a group of explorers start disappearing one by one during a rescue mission deep in the jungle…)

L

library (where the ghost of character killed off in a series haunts anyone who reads the book…)

M

military base (where a group of soldiers end up face to face against their canines who have somehow turned into werewolves…)

O

opera house (where the killer murders the musicians with their instruments...)

operating theatre (where an unwilling subject wakes up part way through the operation and is unable to move no matter how hard they try...)

P

prison (where the inmates are released from their cells and the officers are locked up in their place, leaving them at the complete mercy of the prisoners…)

psychiatric ward (where patients are forced to fight to the death in padded cells…)

pyramid (where archeologists discover an ancient tomb and unleash an ancient curse…)

R

railroad (where a cowboy spends his final hours repenting his sins as he lays tied to a railroad track…)

research centre (where the subjects loose the ability to either see, hear, or speak…)

S

sewer (where a family takes cover in the sewers when a nuclear missile is headed towards the city…)

shipwreck (where divers explore an ancient shipwreck, but the pirates are very much still alive and do not take well trespassers…)

space (where there is an explosion on ship leaving the crew without enough oxygen, there are only four extra tanks left, but there are six people…)

submarine (where there's an unknown killer aboard and no way to escape the deep ocean...)

T

tavern (where a knight is seduced and kidnapped by a handmaid who plans on avenging he sisters murder in the most heartless of ways…)

U

underwater (where evil merpeople kidnap scuba divers...)

university (where a group of students engineers create an artificial intelligence that goes rogue and attempts to create a real life body out of human remains…)

V

virtual reality (where virtual reality becomes a true reality, and to escape, 10 players have to survive all levels of the game, but after every level, the loser dies…)

Z

zoo (where the animals turn into zombies and attack their abusers…)

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hello I have another super fluffy Sundrop request!!!! reader and Sundrop playing house with the kids (with reader and Sunny being the parents) and then, after hours, reader shyly comments he would mind being Sundrop's husband for real 👉👈 hope u like my idea lol <3

now i wanna play house with sun :(( i wanna be this mfs husband so badly 😔

warnings: none

word count: 757

Sundrop had always admired how well you got along with the children in the daycare. And how willing you were to do it at that. You were a simple day guard for when Moondrop wasn’t active, you didn’t even need to talk to him unless it was an emergency. Yet here he was, playing house with you, his partner, and the children at the daycare.

He wasn’t going to deny how happy he felt whenever the children would refer to you as his husband, feeling his machinery start to overheat with each passing comment. You were quite red as well, smiling with a giggle.

You being his husband didn’t sound so bad if he was being honest. Logically, he knew it wasn’t possible, the most he could do was have a pretend wedding during your shift but he couldn’t stop himself from imagining it. In a world where he wasn’t confined to the colorful daycare, in a world where he was able to live with you.

Being able to wake up next to you each morning would be a blessing, and although he hadn’t been gifted the ability to sleep like the other animatronics, he’d be entertained by watching the rise and fall of your chest. That got him wondering, did you have any sleep habits? Such as drooling or snoring? Did you move around a lot? Sundrop would love to see it! It’d be so cute!

His fantasies played on his mind, absentmindedly going along with whatever the kids wanted. But it was very clear that his mind was elsewhere if your confused and worried glances were anything to go off of. Oh how he’d love to kiss the concern of your face, but he was incapable of doing so. Instead, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, drawing a happy squeal from a young girl.

In his mind, you’d wake up as he waited, and then you’d prepare breakfast and he’d get your work outfit out of your closet for you. On your way out, you’d give his rosy cheeks a kiss and leave him to his own devices, demoting him to a house husband. Sundrop doesn’t think he’d mind that.

Later in the day, when most of the kids had left and the remaining few were too exhausted to keep playing, you and he sat in one of the structures, your head resting against his shoulder.

“You seemed pretty out of it today, are you sure you’re alright? Is something wrong mechanically?” Your voice sounded, soft and anxious as you looked up at him. His smile widened and he brought a hand to pat your head, running his thumb over the shell of your ear.

“No, nothing’s wrong, angel. Just thinking, that’s all.” He cooed, watching you shake your head fondly under his hand.

“You really are something.” You whispered, picking at a loose string on your blouse. Sundrop gasped, mock offense in his tone as he spoke up.

“My, my! Do you think lowly of me Y/N?”

You laughed, a wonderful sound that was music to his ears. Gosh, he would do anything to hear you laugh, to see the joy on your scrunched-up face.

“No, I meant it endearingly. I don’t think I could ever speak of you cruelly.” You assured, snuggling into his side.

“Ahh, good to hear, good to hear indeed.” He muttered, his fingers moving from your head to dance over your shoulders.

“Y’know,” You started, your face starting to heat up as you looked to the side. Sundrop took pride in the flushed look on your face, knowing he was the most likely cause of it. “I wouldn’t mind being your husband for real. Sounds kind of nice, actually.”

Oh, well that’s news. Was he malfunctioning? He may be because he’s entirely sure he shouldn’t be clicking and shaking like that.

Hesitantly, you pulled away, pushing away your embarrassment to stare at the flustered mess that is Sundrop. Gently, you poke his faceplate. “Yo, you still in there, Sun?”

It took him a moment before he was scooping you up in his arms, standing abruptly with a loud whoop that no doubt woke up a kid or two. “Oh, my Y/N! I was thinking the same thing! You’d be the most adorable husband ever! So pretty, I’m sure of it.”

“Sun!” You whined, burying your heated face against his chest plate, ignoring his booming laughter. But he caught sight of the bright smile on your face, a matching grin on his own face.

“Yes, yes, so incredibly pretty.”

Maybe it's just my proximity to middle age, but for my money, Halsin is the most attractive romanceable character in BG3 by a mile. He's kind. He's courteous. He takes responsibility for his mistakes and undertakes to fix them without roping you into a bunch of drama about it and then goes on to help you save the world just because he likes you. He's a leader with a healthy ambivalence about leadership. He's effectively an eco-socialist with deep and abiding convictions about the treatment of the underprivileged, especially children. He is passionately romantic about you while also decrying the constraints and jealousies of compulsory monogamy. AND he's built like a brick shithouse and will fuck your brains out. I'm just not seeing what's not to love about this man.