#unisex reader

❀ Venti always combs the crowd for you when he preforms. When he finally sees you, his face will light up with joy. ❀ He loves going on long walks through Mondstadt with you, just talking and playing within the fields and forests. ❀ Depending on how long your hair is, he'll always ask you if he can braid it. Sometimes he'll even braid flowers or clovers in it. His hands are always steady and gentle, and he'll hum a tune whilst he braids. ❀ When you get tired, he'll let you rest in his lap, or shoulder while he sings you to sleep, gently caressing your hair, or skin, and smiling at your peaceful face. ❀ If you're ever curious, he'll teach you some cords on his lyre. He's patient with you, no matter how many times you mess up or don't understand. When you get it right, he'll shower you with praise and boost your confidence. ❀ He's a very affectionate person, and enjoys the feeling of your touch. He also doesn't mind platonic (or romantic) PDA, kissing you gently on the cheek, or holding your hand while on a stroll, or nuzzling against you. He'll always ask permission first, however if you're unsure. If you ever retaliate, he'll blush, and get all flustered, sometimes hiding his face in his hands. But oh does he love it. ❀ If you're having a hard day, he'll be there to comfort you, holding you while you cry it out, or listening while you vent. If you prefer to be alone, however, he'll understand, and patiently wait until you're ready. ❀ Sometimes, he'll get caught up in the feelings of the past, and need comfort himself. Seeing you lifts his spirits a little almost instantly. He'll lean into you, soaking in every moment of your embrace, and feeling his body relax. ❀ He'll always bring you the best apples he can find, and share them with you. When you're both finished eating, you'll toss the apple cores to the local foxes, and watch them happily nibble away.

I’m going bold and posting the whole oneshot I wrote quite a while ago. This is the first oneshot I am publishing, ever, so it might not be the best thing you’ve ever read but I really hope you like it!

Gwilym Lee x Reader

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You adopt a dog while Gwilym is away shooting for a movie and forgot to tell him an important piece of information.

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A/N: Hey guys! This is one of my first tries at writing fan fiction. I’ve written some in the past but I’ve never really posted it. So, here we go! I’ll be sure to add a continue reading thing in the morning/next time I’m on my laptop since I’m on mobile right now. Xoxo

You were sitting up in your shared bed, reading a book you had found at Barnes & Nobel. Okay, not found, you had gone in looking for it. It was Marley & Me and yes, you saw the movie when it came out and knew how it ended but you had been putting off reading the book for years because of that. You set the book down in your lap, looking over at your newly adopted friend, Argo. He was a black lab mix, his muzzle greying from age. He had been in the shelter for a while and one of your Facebook friends had shared his “mug shot,” as you liked to call it, the shelter pleaing for someone to adopt the old boy before he was to be “destroyed.” The thought made you shudder, your eyes watering a bit. Argo looked back up at you, shuffling closer at hearing your shudder, nosing at your hand. You smiled, petting him before hearing the front door click, signaling someone had come home. Gwilym hopefully, you thought, a wave of nerves hitting your gut for a second. You tended to watch too many true crime shows when you were on your own, okay you did in general, and it put you on high alert.

“Tony, do you really want to go to this? I know you actually have stuff to do,” you ask as you straighten up his tie for the third time. An award show was something that Tony would have loved to go to, if it was an award for him, but this was an award for your newly developed ocean clean up plan. 

“Of course I want to go, (Y/N). Especially since you’ve been working so hard to earn this.” Tony says, hands placed lightly on your shoulders.

“Alright, we can leave right after I accept the award then come home, okay? That sounds like a better plan than staying for the entire thing.” You admit, walking out of the elevator to the huge SUV arranged to take you two to the show.

When you arrive, there’s a crowd of photographers just waiting to get a glimpse of you and Tony walking in together. You two have been dating for a while but paparazzi were still infatuated with the status of your romance every time you went out. You both keep your heads down and make your way inside to the ceremony. People line the walls and fill tables as music plays over the large set of speakers.

“Wow, this looks amazing,” you breathe, squeezing Tony’s hand in excitement. The stage is doused in lights and everyone there looks absolutely beautiful. You lead him to your table and he pulls out your chair for you, like the gentlemen he usually is. He takes his seat next to you and takes your hand in his as the show starts. 

Its around an hour before they call you up on stage to accept your award. You give Tony a chaste kiss before making your way up the stairs. All that is going through your head is, “Don’t trip. Don’t trip. Don’t trip.”, because you know that all eyes are on you. They hand you your fancy glass award shaped like a wave and you start your acceptance speech.

“I would just like to say thank you so much to my entire team who helped me edit and develop the process and real life execution of this project. It means so much to me that you guys stood by my side through all the ups and downs of development, even when we took two steps forward and one step back. I would also like to thank my partner, Tony. Not only are we partners in life but we’re partners in the lab. Thank you for everything you’ve done for this project and for me. Thank you to everyone who has supported me through all of this and I hope you all have a good night!” You wave goodbye to the crowd and they cheer as you make your way back to your table.

Tony is already standing with his elbow offered to you, ready to leave. You just roll your eyes at him and lace your arm through his and you leave the show. Your car is already waiting for you guys outside and it takes you back to the tower for a more chill night. 

When you get back to the penthouse, the both of you change into sweats and loose t-shirts before settling in for bed. 

“Congrats on the award, (Y/N). I’m so proud of you and what you’ve done to pursue your passion of protecting our earth.” Tony says, kissing you lightly. “I love you.”

A/N: I had several requests for this and I kinda went overboard on it...oops... 

Requested by: @10blurredsmoke10 @nicolewaller @tomhollandisdaddy2003 and one Anon

You run a hand through your hair before flattening it again. Looking in the mirror, you check over your reflection for the tenth time. Adjusting your shirt once more, you decide that you look decent enough to meet Steve by the stadium.

It was a little chilly outside considering it was turning from late fall to early winter, but it was still a beautiful night. The sun was setting across the top of the trees and the field was beginning to be illuminated by the bright artificial lights scattered around the stadium. You stand behind the stadium after tossing your backpack into your car, patiently waiting for Steve to meet you. As your eyes glance over the crowd, Steve catches your eye and waves. You flash him a small smile and wave back as he pushes his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says quickly before digging through his pocket searching for something. He pulls out a ticket and hands it to you before taking out his own.

“Hi, why did you just hand me a ticket?” You ask, still slightly perplexed.

“I bought you a ticket for the game,” Steve smiles.

“Steve, you didn’t have to,” you say. “Let me pay you back.”

You take out the money for the ticket and shove it into his jacket pocket.

“No, (Y/N). I’m not taking your money,” he laughs, shoving it back into your hands.

You two argue for a few minutes before you finally give up and shove the money back into your pocket. “You, Steve Harrington, are a horrible person,” you smirk.

“I am completely fine with that.” He takes you up to the ticket counter and one of the students running it tears off the end of your tickets, handing the other half back.

Steve takes you up to the top of the bleachers right on the 50 yard line, his favorite spot for watching games. As soon as you two sit down, you see Jonathan and Nancy walking up towards you guys. You and Jonathan make eye contact before he quickly looks away.

“Hey! Do you guys mind if we sit up here?” Nancy says brightly.

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” you muttered.

“Thanks, (Y/N).” She sits down next to you and Jonathan takes his seat on the other side of her.

As you talk to Steve, you start to realize that he isn’t such a bad guy after all. He attempts to explain to you how football works and what’s going on, and you just nod along, asking questions when necessary. As he’s explaining the positions, you see Jonathan continually sneaking glances at you. You make eye contact with him again and you can see jealousy burning in his eyes. You turn back to Steve and you can feel Jonathan’s eyes searing through the back of your head.

The team scores another touchdown, steering them towards victory in the second quarter. It’s halftime and the marching band makes their way on to the field as both teams exit. Steve tries to take you to get food but you stay to watch. Nancy does the same thing to Jonathan but he stays as well. The both of you sit there in awkward silence before he speaks to you.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here with Steve? You know he’s not a good guy,” he attempts to reason with you, but you don’t budge.

“I’m here because Steve invited me. I was going to go with you but you were too busy fawning over Miss Disney Princess over there. You literally ditched me today to go be with her,” you point out, slightly pissed that he had the audacity to be jealous when he left you alone.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I-” it’s then when Steve comes back and offers you some popcorn. You scoot back next to him and take a few pieces. The marching band ends their performance soon after and everyone gives them a round of applause as Nancy takes her seat again.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asks you quietly. 

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m alright,” you answer, rubbing your arms in attempt to keep warm as the wind blows by.

“You sure? You look a little worried, and cold,” Steve takes off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders and holds you close to him.

“Thank you, Steve.” It’s at that point when Jonathan stands up and leaves the game, Nancy trailing after him, attempting to ask him what’s wrong.

“What’s wrong with him?” Steve asks you.

“I’m not sure,” you lie. “Game’s getting pretty boring, do you want to head out?”

“Why? It’s the fourth quarter,” Steve questions.

“We’re gonna win anyways, why not just go out or something?”

“Sure, why not?”

You stand and walk down the steep steps of the stadium with Steve following close behind. The both of you stand under the stadium as the crowd roars with cheering.

“Thanks for taking me out tonight, Steve, I had a great time,” you smile, shrugging his jacket off and handing it back to him. 

“I’m glad you did, and I’m glad you’re alright. I just had to make sure,” he smirks.

“I’ll see you around, I guess,” you hug him tightly and he holds you for just a second before pulling away. He looks into your eyes and slowly leans in for a kiss. Before you even think of anything rational, you press your lips to his, feeling the warmth of his lips against your own in the cold, windy night. As you kiss, the crowd starts cheering again, causing you to pull away.

“That was definitely for us,” Steve says.

“Yeah, definitely,” you smile.

Later that night you get a call, hearing Steve on the other end of the line.

“I found the money you left in my pocket,” he chuckles. You can hear him smile through the phone. “Next time, how about I actually pay for the date?”

“Oh, so it was a date now was it?” You can feel your heart skip a beat when he laughs through the line.

“I guess, and I was hoping you’d like to go on another one with me sometime?” He asks hesitantly.

"Come here." Paul pats to his lap. You had expected he would pat the space next to him in the couch. Hell, you had expected he would be mad at you after your outburst earlier, but he only just stared at you with a faint crease on his brows like he was worried. Worried about you.

You stare at your feet, guilt eating you up from the inside out, remembering how you raised your voice earlier. From what everyone expected of the guy, you'd thought he would snap and lose his temper like with anyone else.

But not with you.

"I'm sorry, Paul," you start, you're frozen to where you're standing. You hear him sigh.

"I know you didn't mean it. Just... come here, baby."

You did, putting your foot in front of the other, and the next thing you know, you're sinking onto his lap, knees on either side of his waist. He accepts you with open arms, pulling your arms to rest on his shoulders. Paul holds you tight and slipping his huge hand under your shirt, so you can feel his heat branding your skin. It's a ray of sunshine on a winter day. You burrow into his neck, and the press of his chest against yours feels like an angel's kiss.

"I'm just," you sniff. "I don't know, I'm really stressed lately and I didn't mean to take it out on you—"

"Hey, hey, baby." Paul's hands slip out from under your shirt to cup your face, and you look at his lips in guilt. "Look at me," and you do, staring back at his eyes. "I'm not mad at you. I know you're going through something. I'm just here to be however you need me, alright?"

"I just want you to be you," you whisper.

"Then I'll be me." His grin is charming, ever wide and mischievous, much like the first time you've seen it, the same one you fell in love with.

Maybe everything's going to be just alright.

"Tell you what. I'll cook something up for you. Or do you wanna go outside for a bit?" Paul asks and you shake your head.

"I'm good where I am."

"Of course you are," he says, with a lecherous smile on his face. You laugh, the first one you've done in a while now. Surprised with yourself, you lean in and kiss his playful mouth, like a thank you, like an I appreciate you, I'm so glad I have you, I wouldn't want to know life without you.