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Totally fake | Ant x Reader (Heartbreak High)

Fake dating, fem!reader A/N: it’s been a while since I watched s1 so forgive me if the timeline is a little wonky. Part 1 | Part 2

You had no idea how you got yourself in this… situation. In this mess, honestly. Thanks to Amerie, the whole school life had imploded. Thanks a lot, Map Bitch. Now here you were, standing next to her trying to get a ticket for the party as Ant told her about how his mom reacted to the whole Darren wristy thing. Your face twinged up in sympathy. Somehow Quinni and Darren had adopted Amerie into your friendgroup after the whole thing, so here you were, supporting your new friend. Well, it was more like she dragged you along. Moral support or something. Ant ended up telling Ams to go ask Spider and she trudged away disappointed, but you stayed, hesitating. “Um, I’m sorry about your mom.” You offered. What a stupid thing to say, you cursed yourself. Boys made you nervous. “Yeah, it really sucks. I love Jesus and all but going to church 3 more times a week is reaaaaally boring.” He groaned. You began walking to your next class together. “Um.” You started talking before you could think. You were a fixer, it was a whole thing. A pathological need to fix things, which is why you couldn’t really be against Quinni and Darren taking Amerie in, you wanted to help fix this. But sometimes in your need to fix things you went a little overboard. You realized that that was what you were doing after you had already started talking, and now you didn’t know what to say. But being quiet now was also embarrassing. “What’s up?” Ant stopped and leaned against the doorway of your classroom. Looking at you expectantly. Fuck it. “Maybe I could help.” You looked at him. “With your mom I mean.” He looked confused, his brows furrowing as he tried to figure out what you were proposing. “How?” Taking a deep breath in, you began rambling the plan that had formed in your head in the span of maybe 10 seconds. Which in hindsight, perhaps was a sign that this was a really dumb idea. “Well. I’m assuming your moms problem is that Darren is not a girl. Because you’re Christian and all. Which, I don’t know, not very Christian, ya know? Loving your neighbour and all. But anyway. If her problem is in fact that, I am a very good liar, I know enough about like the bible and stuff, and I happen to be a girl…” You trail off. He looked as confused as he did before you started talking, which, honestly, you figured this would not be enough to get him to understand. It was just too embarrassing to finish. You felt cold all of a sudden. Nervous. Rubbing your arms for warmth, or perhaps in an attempt to rub the nervousness away. “I’m saying I could be your fake girlfriend until she calms down.” You finally huffed out. “Ohhhhhhh” You swore you could almost see the lightbulb that went off above his head. “Gotcha.” He nodded contemplatively. “You’re really smart, y/n, I’m impressed.” Still nodding. You were a little surprised he knew your name. People tended to not know it because you mostly kept to yourself outside of your friendship with Darren and Quinni. And you hadn’t talked to Ant before, like literally ever. Yeah you shared a lot of classes, but he didn’t really seem to pay attention and so far you had never been paired with him for any group work. “Let’s do it.” He grinned, excitedly. “Wait what?” Your eyes widened in surprise. “For real?” You didn’t know what you expected his answer to be, but for some reason you hadn’t prepared yourself for a yes.

“Yeah! I’m in! I only see positives honestly. I get to pretend to date the coolest girl I know and get my mom off my back.” Wait, what did he say? The coolest girl he knows? Huh? You blinked in confusion as he left you standing in front of the open door to go to his seat. Autopilot activated you went to your seat, in between Darren and Quinni. Completely zoned out your eyes trained on Ant who was sitting a couple rows ahead and to your right. “Earth to y/n, repeat Earth to y/n.” A hand was waving in front of your face and you blinked as you turned to Darren. “huh?”. “What’s wrong with you today, space girl?” They asked. “What?” Your brain hadn’t completely caught up yet. “Why were you talking to Ant?” Quinni asked excitedly. Why was she excited? “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you talk to him before.” She mused. Uh. What were you supposed to tell them? Both of them looked at you expectantly. Completely frozen, your brain refused to cooperate. “I.. uh. Amerie. Party. Slapband. You know?” The words were more stuttered out than said, and they did in fact not know what you meant. Your saviour came in the form of a very out-of-breath Amerie, who was almost late to class, but just almost. She fell into her seat next to Quinni and immediately started babbling about whatever it was she was up to after she had left you and Ant, taking all attention off of you. And if they saw you staring at Ant the whole class, they didn’t say anything. Yet.

By the end of the school day you had bounced back, the whole Ant thing still nagging at a corner of your brain but not at the front anymore. Until you were walking out the school gate with Darren, Quinni and Amerie, that is. “Hey, y/n, Wait up!.” This caught the attention of your more than nosy friends. You stopped and turned around to see Ant jogging up with a stupidly cute grin on his face. “Um, hi, what’s up?” Your face felt unusually flushed. Your friends looked at you like they were vultures and you, and the ensuing gossip that would come from this, their prey. You didn’t need to look at them to know that. “Here.” He held out a slapband. “You don’t have one yet, do you?” “No, I don’t, actually.” You were about to tell him that you were not interested. Partys? Not your thing. But the way he looked at you, and the fact that he got you one and went out of his way to give it to you, rendered you incapable of rejecting it. He was waiting for you to take it, or do something to accept it, so you lifted your arm and held it out in front of him. He slapped it on your arm and you mumbled out a thank you. “No worries, babe.” He leaned in and gave you quick peck on the cheek before he proceeded to wink at you and then leave with a wave and a “See you later!”. You almost dropped to your knees. What the hell just happened. Wide-eyed you looked after him, hand lifting to touch the cheek he had just kissed, legs still awfully wobbly. “BABE?!?!?!” A chorus of awestruck half-yells ripped you out of your moment, seconds before your friends came into view in front of you and crowded you. This was… too much. You gave up trying to keep your legs steady and dropped down to the ground, sitting on your knees, before shifting to sit criss-cross applesauce. “Whoa, shit girl, you okay?” Amerie dropped down next to you. Not trusting your voice you simply nodded yes. “Oh my god, you and Anthony Vaughn?” Darren crouched down next, almost scandalized by what they had just witnessed. “Oh, are we sitting now?” Quinni, bless her, sat down next to you. “Yeah…” You just said, to no one in particular, nodding. “Oh my god, you’re like, a total goner.” Amerie laughed. “I am?” You turned to look at her with puppy-dog eyes. Before this day started, you had never talked to Anthony Vaughn before, and now, before it ended, you were apparently head over heels for him. You blamed it on hormones, or some kind of chemical inbalance in your brain. Because… there was no way, right?

This would make the fake-dating significantly harder, you concluded, after you had time to mull it over. You and your friends had continued sitting on the ground for a good 10 minutes, before you felt stable enough to attempt standing and walking again. Of course they all had a million questions, yelling simultaneously, trying to understand what they had just witnessed. You had no idea what to tell them. “I will tell you once I know.” You end up saying, which leads to more questions. “Seriously guys, not right now.” You couldn’t tell them anything before you lined up stories with Ant. Well, technically you could tell them it was all fake, but they were all huge blabbermouths, and you wanted to check in with Ant first, before doing anything. You hadn’t expected him to just… go and do that. Like, at least you had expected talking to him once, or maybe twice, about what being in a fake relationship entailed, you know, lining up stories, where, what, who, when…. What kind of person his mother was, how far to go, how much to do to make it believable. But now everything had kind of blown up and it had to wait. You didn’t even have his number, you realized, after you were finally alone. The gang had tried to peer-pressure you into making this a whole goss-sesh at the diner, but you managed to worm your way out of it. Now they would probably just do it anyway, but without you to defend yourself. Not that there was anything you could say right now. Frustrated you blew a piece of hair out of your face. This was gonna be one hell of a week.

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myhaikyuuacademia · 22 hours

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ANTHONY VAUGHN

I want to write for Ant from Heartbreak High so if you have any requests, I beeeeg you to give 'em to me1

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myhaikyuuacademia · 5 months

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Hi, I know it’s super cliche but I was wondering if I could get a one bed friends to lovers story with Jaime Reyes?

This request made me so happy lmao. I wrote so much for it. Sorry it's late!

How could I not? | Jaime Reyes x reader (Blue Beetle 2023)

Summary: we love one bed. We love a sprinkle of accidental confession. Warning: tired Jaime is clingy. Canon. A/N: I LOVE this lmao tysm

You and Jaime hadn’t been friends for very long when all of the Kord stuff happened, but you didn’t hesitate to offer letting him and his family stay at your apartment while their house was getting fixed. They didn’t end up taking you up on that, since Jenny also offered them their own apartment and they’d rather take that then inconvenience you, but it was a little cramped in that apartment (not that it wouldn’t have been at yours). Jaime complained about it all the time. Especially about how Milagro had been relentlessly teasing and annoying him about stuff. He didn’t specify what. Anyway, that’s how you found yourself on a Sunday evening opening the door to a kinda disheveled looking Jaime. “Oh. Jaime. What’s up?” You moved to the side, letting him enter your apartment. “Ugh.” He groaned. “I haven’t slept properly in ages. Between renovations, hero stuff and my family seemingly being more overbearing than usual, especially in a space so small I can’t escape them, it just. I can’t fucking sleep.” He ranted and then ran a hand over his face and hair. You just chuckled as you closed the door and walked further into your apartment. “So you came here to escape?” You sat down on the couch and looked up at him, standing before you, hesitating for a second whether to sit down or what to do before deciding to do so. “Yeah” He breathed out. “I guess.” You hummed, understandingly. “Well, my doors are always open for you.” Turning towards the tv, you grabbed the remote from your coffee table. “Wanna watch spiderman with me?” Jaime sighed and then grinned, “sure.”

He didn’t last 5 minutes.

You glanced over at him and noticed his closed eyes and deep relaxed breaths. Hesitant, you gave him a nudge, trying to wake him up. The couch, and the way he was sitting right now especially, would give him a sore back and neck if he continued sleeping like this. “Jaime.” You whisper-shouted. Another nudge, “Jaime!”. Groggily he murmured and tried to move out of the way so he could continue his sleep in peace. “Come on Jaime, go to bed.” You tried pulling on his arm to get him to stand up, but he barely moved. Instead he pulled you down, so you landed half on top of him and he buried his head in your neck, while his arms closed around your waist holding you close. You froze and your brain simultaneously short-circuited and erupted into chaos. His breath was warm and even on your skin and his hands so soft on the little bit of exposed skin between your top and pants. He didn’t seem bothered by the position you two found yourselves in, hell, he probably didn’t even notice. You were pretty sure he was immediately and fully asleep again. Meanwhile your heart was still beating as if to escape your chest.

“Jaime.” You tried again after you’ve had a while to compose yourself. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, it’ll be more comfortable.” No success. “Khaji-Da?” Last resort. You heard groaning, and felt Jaime moving ever so slightly. “Come on now, let’s get you to bed. I promise you can continue sleeping in just a second.” Carefully, you tried slipping out of his arms, standing up and holding your hands out in front of you to help him up. With a pout on his lips he looked at you through half-lidded eyes before taking your hands with an overly dramatic movement and you pulled him up rolling your eyes, laughing. You didn’t notice the way he smiled at that. One of his hands still in yours, you led him to your bedroom. “Go. Sleep.” You lightly patted him on his back in a shoving way to get him to go to your bed. Standing in the doorway with your arms crossed you were observing if he was doing what you’re telling him to. He was well on his way when he stopped, as if a sudden thought occurred. “What about you?” He turned around. His voice was raspy, still half-asleep. Your heart was racing again, and your face felt very hot suddenly. “W…” you cleared your throat. “What about me?” “Aren’t you going to sleep?” “Oh. I’ll just sleep on the couch it’s fine. Plus, we didn’t really get that far with the movie, so I can just finish it.” He didn’t seem to like that answer, by the way his brows furrowed and his pout came back. “I’m not stealing your bed and leaving you to sleep on your couch. Especially in your own apartment.” “You need sleep more than I do. It’s fine. Really.” You tried convincing him. A feeling of an old western stare down crept up on you. Like whoever blinked first, lost. “Come on Jaime, just go back to sleep.” You plead, head slightly tilted and puppy-dog-eyes. His eyes narrowed. He was going to strike a deal. Or a compromise. “I’ll only go to sleep if you go. And I’ll only sleep in your bed if you do. Wait that came out wrong.”

“Pffff.” You burst out laughing. Ignoring how flustered his proposal made you. This man was gonna be the death of you some day. “You sure?” you asked jokingly. “Fine, go to bed. I’ll turn off the tv.” You sighed playfully defeated and turned around. Your heart was doing the racy thing again at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Jaime. You groaned annoyed as you turned off the tv and lights and went back to the bedroom. For a second, you had considered staying in the living room and hoping he’d fallen back asleep, but he was stubborn and you knew that. There was no escape. And as predicted, he was sitting in your bed waiting, watching the door for you to come back. You noticed he was only wearing a t-shirt now, his sweater and pants on the floor next to him and it reminded you that you still had to change into your pajamas. Being around Jaime really saved you a lot of money on blush. You could tell he was watching you as you made your way over to your closet. If you wanted to, you could just go to the living room to change, or the bathroom. The question is, did you want to? Not really. You felt comfortable around Jaime, and you trusted him. And it’s not like you were about to get completely naked. And honestly, he probably might just look away anyway. So you took of your pants first, to put on some shorts, and then your top, to put on a flowy shirt. All the while your back was turned to your bed. You might have heard a “shut up Khaj” from behind you but you weren’t sure. Okay, maybe in hindsight it did make you feel a bit embarrassed and flustered to change in front of him. When you turned around, Jaime was staring at the wall in front of him very intently, and with a very red face. Pressing your lips together to contain your facial expression you made your way over to the other side of the bed. “Happy now?” You asked as you sat down next to him, pulling the blanket on top of you. “uhuh.. hmm. Yeah” He was still looking straight ahead and avoiding your eyes. “Jaime.” You called out softly. This made his head turn. “Go to sleep.” You grinned. He only rolled his eyes in response and shook his head in mock-exasperation. But for some reason you couldn’t move your eyes, or stop your lips from smiling, and you kept looking at him. At his pretty, pretty face, with his soft, soft hair. His lips, that had been breathing into your neck just minutes earlier. His beautiful brown eyes that you found staring back at yours. In just a second, a tension had built up and the energy in the room completely changed. You licked your lips nervously. What now? Neither of you dared to move. You weren’t even sure if you were breathing at this point. You felt the urge to say something, but you didn’t know what. Your mind was wiped completely empty. Jaime’s eyes were the first to flicker down to your lips.

And then his phone made a sound. You almost jumped apart, and he dizzily looked you up and down before turning around to grab his phone. His attention elsewhere and his eyes no longer on you, you remembered to breathe. Turning to face away from him, instead facing the wall he had been looking at so meticulously earlier you glid down so you were no longer sitting and let your covers almost swallow you whole. As if they could protect you from the fire you felt inside. You heard him setting his phone down again, and the rustling of the duvet when he laid down as well. You felt him looking at you. Did you dare look at him?

No.

“Good night, y/n.”

Only then you glanced over at him. “Good night Jaime.” You whispered, before looking back up at the ceiling.

By the sound of his breathing, he fell asleep soon after. Something you were, so very far away from at this moment. Your whole body was tense and your mind was going a mile a minute. You were acutely aware of his presence, his face just a couple inches to your side. There was no way you could calm down enough to fall asleep with him in your bed, next to you. You turned to face away from him, hoping it’d give you some sense of distance between you two. After some brainstorming you figured your best bet was to sneak out on to the couch once you were sure it wouldn’t wake him up. Well, that’s what you would’ve done, if you weren’t suddenly wrapped in Jaime’s arms literal seconds before you would have tried sneaking out. “Stay.” He murmured sleepily, face buried in your back. “Wh..” slipped out of your mouth as you tensed up, caught off-guard. “Khaj.” He answered your unspoken question, his hands around your waist. You had two choices. Give in, or not. You gave in.

Surprising how fast you can fall asleep when you’re in the arms of someone you l- When you’re in the arms of someone. Period.

You woke up still in his arms, and it made you feel all warm inside. Though, face-to-face now, with your face buried in his neck for a change. “Morning.” His voice was hoarse, though it sounded liked he had been for a while already. You didn’t feel like talking yet, so you just wrapped your arms around him tighter and buried your face in his shoulders more. Suddenly shy. One of his hands moved from your back to stroke your hair. This, you thought, is a moment you wished you could stay in forever. “You want some breakfast?” Jaime asked. “mmhm” you declined. “I only want to stay in bed with you.” He chuckled at that and started playing with your hair, wrapping strands around his fingers. “And to think just a few hours ago you tried to sneak out.” He teased. Your face scrunched up. “hmmh” you mumbled, “well, I changed my mind. Now you have to come over every night so I can fall asleep.” You weren’t completely serious when you said it, but Jaime just replied with a “Deal.” There was a content silence after this. He continued playing with your hair and you continued holding him. “Do you think trees get sad when their leaves fall off?” This came completely unprompted and so sudden it made you laugh. “Jaime what the fuck.” You pulled away to look at him, amused. He looked at you so full of love your brain stuttered. “I…” You trailed off. “No. If they’re capable of enough thought to be sad about it, I think they know the leaves will come back.” “But they won’t be the same leaves.” His fingers that were weaving through your hair before now began tracing invisible patterns on your skin. “Do you get sad when you get a haircut? I imagine it’s the same way.” You replied sincerely. He seemed to think about it before his face scrunched up. “I’d be sad if I got a buzzcut yeah.” You burst out laughing. After you calmed down you started running one of your hands through his hair. “I’d be sad if you got a buzzcut, too.” But I’d still love you.

“But I’d still love you.”

You didn’t even notice you said it out loud, the thought itself stunned you and made your hand stop playing with his hair for a second before you managed to get it moving again. You completely forgot about your face, so the shock was still seared into it. Eyes wide, looking at your hand in his hair, focusing on it, as if combing through his hair was the most difficult thing to do, just so you didn’t have to look into his eyes.

“You love me?”

Your hands halted and your eyes met his. “What?”

“You… love me?” he repeated in the same soft and unbelieving voice, barely above a whisper.

“What?” you felt like a broken record.

“You said you would still love me.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

In a way this situation was like the one yesterday, before his phone went off. Both of you staring at each other, not saying a word. But the energy was so different. He was waiting for you to say something, it seemed, to confirm or deny, but you didn’t know what to say. There are two wolves inside of you. So you stayed completely frozen instead. There was no phone ‘ding’ to save you this time. It was getting uncomfortable, neither of you saying anything. Your fight or flight instinct was begging for you to run. Instead, almost out of your control, your mouth opened, as if to say something. But then you remembered you had no idea what to say. “yes.” Oh. I guess we’re going with that. This seemed to break you out of your spell, you turned around, out of his arms, out of the bed, you got up. “Sorry.” “What? Why are you apologizing?” Jaime asked. Your back turned towards him you heard him move. Flight was kicking in, and you were well on your way out the bedroom when he managed to grab your arm and keep you from moving further away. “I love you!”

You stood still. Then you turned around. “I love you too.” Jaime said again, this time adding the ‘too’. “So you don’t have to apologize.” It was a little funny, if you were honest. The way he was half kneeling on your bed half standing on the floor, holding your wrist and telling you he loved you in just his shirt and underwear. “You do?” “Yeah. Of course. Of course I do, how could I not?” He said it so earnestly, it made you want to laugh because he was still in that weird position. “You do.” No longer a question. You stepped closer with a smile. “You love me.” Grinning now. “You love me.” He just repeated. Spiderman pointing meme. You nod. And then you kiss him.

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myhaikyuuacademia · 7 months

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whoever left me the 2 jaime requests I am forever grateful. So excited to write them!! They're right up my alley and some of my all-time favorite tropes!!!! Aaaaaa I cannot wait!!! Seriously, thank you!!

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myhaikyuuacademia · 7 months

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Hey May i have a scenario of OPLA Sanji encouraging a female reader who's introverted and lacks confidence into following their dreams

yes, you may! Here you go~

Dreams | Sanji x reader (OPLA)

[Request] Summary: Sanji encouraging you to follow your dreams A/N: he's such a sweetheart. It's a bit short sorry!

It started when the strawhats declared their dreams. Everyone, one after one declared their big dreams and ambitions, but when it was your turn, you weren’t sure. It felt stupid to say, but you felt compelled to tell them something, anything, to alleviate the feeling of stares and uncomfortable silence. “um. I guess. I guess my dream is to find my dream?” You fumbled with the hem of your shirt and avoided their eyes. Already then you felt the burning of Sanjis eyes on you. “Don’t worry about it darling, we’ll surely figure something out.” He said with his signature drawl. “Yeah!” Luffy chimed in enthusiastically, pumping up his fist. You just nodded slightly, wanting this to be over and done with.

Ever since that day, Sanji has been, well, pestering you. You expected this from Luffy, who was so unbelievably passionate about personal dreams, but in the end it was Sanji who disturbed you every single time without fail while you were trying to read or do some mindless tasks to keep you occupied on the ship. Like right now for instance. Even on the crow’s nest where you’d tried to escape and find peace from him for once, he’d found you, nose buried in your journal. He grinned at you, arms folded over the edge of the reeling and his head atop them. He’d been chipping away at you bit by bit and that smug little bastard knew it. “Hello Darling.” He purred. “Found you.” Ignoring the way your stomach fluttered you put down your book and scrunched up your face. “Hi Sanji…” He just smirked at your less than enthusiastic tone. Effortlessly he got up and swung first one of his legs and then the other to join you inside the small, enclosed space. Slowly you lowered the journal and closed it, leaving it to rest in your lap. “Why you hiding, gorgeous?” Sanji asked after he settled in next to you, legs crossed. It still made you very flustered whenever he called you a pet name, but he did it so often, that you slowly got used to it. And he did it with other girls too, so that made you calm down more as well. It was just a thing he did, you told yourself. “You know why.” He rolled his eyes, grinning. “Aw come on sugar.” You refused to meet his eyes and instead kept them trained on your lap where you were playing with the pen in your hands. “You still have no idea what it is you want in life?” His voice was gentler this time, trying to coax a reply out of you. “No… I kinda do.” You admitted finally. It just seemed so unattainable you didn’t even know why you should bother, so you kept quiet once you figured it out. “Then what’s the problem?” He was being so sweet, it made it hard to resist doing whatever he wanted you to. But you really didn’t want to tell him and have him get your hopes up. “Nothing, just forget about it.” You sat in silence for a few moments, when he reached out to put a finger under your chin, guiding your face towards his, to make you look at him. “Come on, tell me.” He said softly, removing his finger slowly when you didn’t turn to look away again. “It’s…” you started, hesitant. “I mean. It’s not like I can accomplish it anyway. So it doesn’t matter, y’know?” Even though you didn’t turn to look away again, your eyes had trouble staying on his as you confessed your lack of confidence to him and they flitted from place to place to avoid eyecontact. “What are you talking about?” He almost seemed offended. “You don’t think you can do it? Darling, you’re extraordinary! Why are you doubting yourself?” Your cheeks burned and you bit your lips in a nervous habit, still avoiding looking directly into his eyes. “no no no, this won’t do. Come on.” Sanji stood up and held out his hand for you. You took it hesitantly and gentleman he was, he helped you stand up. “You, sweetheart, can do anything. Especially something as important as following your dreams. And if you can’t believe in yourself I will believe in you twice as hard.” His hand was still holding yours and he gave it a squeeze. “If you don’t think you can do it alone, I will help you, hell, the whole team will. We have your back.” He was saying it so emphatically, like he believed every single word. “From the bottom of my heart, I truly think you can achieve anything you set your mind to.” It made it hard not to believe him too, even if just a little bit, for now. Feeling yourself get emotional you tried to lighten the situation and rolled your eyes playfully while you pulled your hand out of his. “Man, you’re a really good cheerleader aren’t you.” Mock-annoyance in your voice as you sniffled, trying to get rid of the tears that were almost on their way. “Only for you.” He winked with a grin. “I mean it though.” You knew he did.

He was still by your side every day after that, cheering you on and helping you to believe in yourself.

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myhaikyuuacademia · 7 months

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Requests <3

At this moment in time you can request whenever you want from the following fandoms/characters. (You can try and request for other characters from the fandom but there’s no guarantee I’ll feel like I’m able to write them..)

I have also decided to do emergency requests :) I love cliche tropes (like sharing a bed, being stuck in a room together, soulmate aus etc) so PLEASE request stuff like that if you want too hehe

I will not write: nsfw (this includes pedophilia, incest, yandere/abusive relationships (unless it’s reader coming from an abusive relationship as background) and anything super sexual)

Astarion Jaime Reyes Spencer Reid Dhawan!Master Zoro (OPLA) Sanji (OPLA) Jack Gibson (Station 19) Loki Shuri Zemo Draco Malfoy Tendou Satori Tamaki Amajiki Shigaraki Nanami Kento Inumaki Toge

I probably forgot some or will add them later but here you go for now <3 as I said earlier you can also just try your luck and request a character you think I might know! I'm in a lot of fandoms <3

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myhaikyuuacademia · 7 months

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Mirror | Astarion x reader

Summary: You tell Astarion what you see when you look at him Warnings: toothrotting fluff, timeline is nawwwt accurate from what I know I just mashed stuff together A/N: I haven't played bg3 or even seen a playthrough but I'm absolutely obsessed with him fhdsashddjjks this was supposed to be based on a scenario I thought about but by the time I started writing I’d already forgotten like, all the dialogue so yeah…

Astarion hasn't seen himself for 200 years. The day he turned, he lost all sense of self, and even now, it was difficult to regain some of it, when he didn't even know what he looked like. It frustrated him, to a degree he would never openly admit. He was looking into an empty mirror again, a routine that he had gotten tired of long ago. When he heard you coming his way, he turned around and put on his carefully crafted mask of charm and flirtation. With open arms and flair he greeted you, "y/n! What can I do for you?". With furrowed eyebrows, you stopped in the doorway. Something was wrong, you couldn't quite put your finger on it but there was something that caught you off-guard. "Nothing, Team meeting in 15." You told him, ready to let it go and turn back around. He was Astarion, sometimes he was just weird. But for some reason, this time, you couldn't. "What's up with you?" You didn't mean to sound accusing, but it was almost as if you were pointing your finger at him. "With me?" He raised his eyebrows in fake innocence. "Nothing." At that you squinted your eyes and, unconsciously scraped your teeth across your lips. Completely focused you took some more steps towards him, into his room. "Something is." You said with certainty. He rolled his eyes playfully dramatic. "I was just looking at myself in the mirror" His voice was lighthearted, almost as if he was joking around, and his face showed no signs of the discomfort the emptiness had brought him just minutes earlier. "But you can't see yourself in the mirror." You pointed out, eyes darting to the mirror behind him and the absence of his reflection, only seeing your eyes staring back at you, when they should've been blocked by his shoulders. "That's the problem, darling."

He sighed, his voice carrying a heaviness this time around. You pushed away the fluttery feeling in your stomach that you always got when he called you by one of his many, many pet names, and walked even closer towards him. "You want to see yourself." The shift in your face and your voice was immediate, a rarely seen softness taking place. "I do." He said arrogantly, desperate to put the crumbling walls back up in place. "Not vain at all huh." Soft smile on your lips as you joked. He sounded so sure of himself when he said, "Oh Darling, you know I'm gorgeous." . Rolling your eyes playfully, a soft chuckle escaping your lips, before turning somewhat serious. "Yeah. But do you?" He just looked down at you, face hardened. You opened your mouth, but ended up closing it again. The second time around you were braver, and lifting your hand you asked softly. "May I?" Hand hovering next to his face now. Furrowing his brows he nodded and you placed your hand on his cheek, your other hand swiftly joining on the other side. He tensed for a second, before forcing himself to relax. Your eyes dropped down to where your hands were now, thumbs softly following the lines etched into his skin, perhaps from years of forced smiles. "You have lines here," you whispered, smiling to yourself. "I like them a lot." Truthfully, you could've spent hours just tracing them, but you forced yourself to go on, moving one of your thumbs to glide down his nose. "A strong, straight nose." You skipped his mouth, leaving it for later, and instead went straight to his ears, cupping the sides of his head with your hands. Tilting your head and playing with the curls framing his ears. "Elven ears, surrounded by grey and white curls." You made sure to trace his ears in their entirety, so he could feel their exact shape through your touch. "Your hair always falls just right, it's kind of annoying." You joked, exhaling through your nose amused. Your fingers were weaving through his hair now, slowly untangling small knots you found along the way. Your eyes were still following your hands. Reaching the top of his head, you tugged his hair back a bit before letting your hands travel down to his forehead, and then the small space between his brows. "You always furrow your brows." Your thumb rubbed over the crease, making him ease up. You didn't notice, but Astarion did, how your eyebrows furrowed the same way his did when your thumb moved across the skin between his eyebrows. A satisfied smile spread across your face as he unfurrowed his brows, and your fingers glid over his eyebrows next. "They're the same color as your hair, and I'd say maybe almost as thick too." Your hands came to rest on the side of his head again, slightly higher than before when you'd traced his ears. And for the first time in a while you looked him in the eyes again. "Your eyes are red. And they never reveal what it is you truly think." He snorted and rolled his eyes. "Just tell me I'm the most darling man you've ever seen and move on." But his voice faltered and it lacked the bite it normally did when he flirted with someone. Your hands slid down to cup his jaw, but your eyes were still trained on his. "You are. No one else compares. You're incomparable, Astarion. But I'm not done yet." Your eyes fell down to his lips, thumb brushing against them, and into where his fangs were. "They're so soft, I love when your lips are on my neck." It was almost as if you were mumbling it to yourself, but he heard you well enough. His hands flew up to grab your arms, holding them in place. You looked up at him. “What?“ You breathed out. “You‘re ruining all my plans, sweetheart.” He growled in a low voice, dropping his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. Your thumb was still on his lip, his fingers still digging into your skin where he was holding your arms.

For a second you both just stood there like this, savoring the moment, before he spoke up again, as he moved back. “It was easy enough. Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me.” It seemed to pain him, saying these words. “200 years of instincts and habit kicked in. All you had to do..” he paused for a second. “was fall for it.” Looking at him, you waited for him to go on. If you were honest, you’d suspected as much, but it didn’t feel like the right moment to say it. He took a deep breath. “And all *I* had to do… was not fall for you.” He continued, “which you have made quite impossible, darling.” A second passed. “It's as if the gods made you only to ruin me.” Dumbstruck you stared at him, and it took you a few seconds to find your voice. “Astarion…” you simply managed to whisper. “You deserve something… real. I want us to be something real.” His voice made your heart hurt, never had he spoken to you in such a soft and broken tone. “I want that too.” You removed his hands from your arms and held them in yours and in an attempt to lighten the mood you said: “I totally knew about that, by the way. The manipulation part that is. Not that- not that you’d actually fallen for me… It couldn’t stop me from falling for it -- falling for *you* though.” You sighed. “Quite annoying actually.” You scrunched your nose jokingly. “Isn’t it?” Astarion confirmed, voice still ever so soft, same as his eyes, and his hands. Everything about him really, was in this moment, so incredibly soft. You hoped to remember this forever.

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hi guys. I think I'm back? Gonna write smth for Astarion but you can leave requests for: Jaime Reyes (blue beetle 2023) Astarion Dhawan!Master Zoro from live action One Piece Sanji OPLA Tendou Satori Spencer Reid

you can try other characters bc maybe i didn't think of them but no guarantee i know them/well enough to write about okii tyy

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myhaikyuuacademia · 3 years

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Behrad Tarazi x reader

Summary: based on 6x09 Warnings: Behrad says “damn girl” when referring to reader A/N: this is quite short and not explicitly romantic (though with intention of reader having a crush on him which is definitely there in between the lines) but I just didn’t know what else to write lol, maybe I’ll make a part 2 when I have an idea

Gus-Gus crashing Behrad’s favorite tv show led to some... changes in Behrad’s behaviour. Astra seemed to like those, you on the other hand did very much Not. Did you practically spit out your drink when he first walked in with Nate’s hair pomade? Yes, but that’s not relevant. You were really scared that he would be stuck as Business-Behrad and you were already missing your Behrad. Being stuck with this weird Behrad version and Astra was not something you enjoyed. “Jesus, stop flirting please would you?! We need to fix this.” You were definitely getting a headache. “Don’t be such a buzzkill. Don’t you think he looks so hot now?” Astra smiled at Behrad. You just rolled your eyes, wanting to get this over with. “Come on, let’s go talk to Imran’s brother.”

Yeah, capitalism!Behrad totally blew that talk. God, he was getting more annoying by the second. In the end, Zari put a stop to it and put him in time-out. You were staying with him, why you didn’t know. Okay maybe you did. You were waiting for the real Behrad to come back. Keeping an eye on his evil doppelgänger in the meantime. “Why are you so.... bitchy?” Woah, he did not just say that. You whipped around. “That time of the month?” You were ready to punch him. He might look exactly like Behrad, but damn that wasn’t him. “I’m ‘bitchy’ because you’re a piece of shit and I want my Behrad back.” He raised an eyebrow. “your Behrad?” Shit. “Ugh, forget it.” You groaned and turned away from him.

He did not ‘forget it’. Even after the Legends saved the show and brought the OG Behrad back. “Your Behrad, huh?” He smirked. “Shut uppppp.” You were extremely embarassed about your slip-up. Plopping a gummy into his mouth he made himself more comfortable on the couch you both were sitting on. “Still can’t believe you called me a piece of shit though. I mean, he, or I? deserved it but damn girl.” You laughed at that. “I was only gone for like, a few hours, and you missed me so much you insulted me.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Come on, I think we can both agree that Mr. Corporate America was a pain in the ass.” “Yeah, I did Not enjoy that.”

The air was filled with a chorus of “Happy Birthday”s as Behrad entered the room. Your teammates felt bad for forgetting his birthday and threw together a surprise party. You waited everyone’s turn before you pulled Behrad aside to hand him the dish. “I hope you like it, I’m not a very good cook, but your mom taught me how to make that one thing you like.” His eyes widened before he ripped the lid off. “Holy shit! When did you have time to visit my mom?” “Oh yeah no I did that weeks ago. Back when we were in your time for “Da Throne”.” He seemed confused. “So you remembered my birthday?” You nodded eagerly with a smile. Then it seemed as if realization dawned on him. “She probably thinks you’re my girlfriend now.” You grimaced, “She definitely does. Nothing I said could convince her otherwise.” You shrugged apologetically. “Anyways, in case it doesn’t taste good, I also got you this signed super limited collectors edition steelbox set of both seasons of Bud Stuy.” Behrad’s mouth fell open and he put the food on a table next to him before throwing his arms around you and hugging you tightly. “Thank you!” He let go. “Don’t tell the others but your gifts were definitely the best ones.” He whispered conspiratorially. You just smiled at him. “Anything for your Behrad, huh?” He teased. Your face scrunched up at that. “Will you ever let that go?” you whined. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I don’t think I will.”

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myhaikyuuacademia · 3 years

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Jealousy | Behrad Tarazi x reader

Summary: you notice Zari trying to set up Behrad with someone and get a bit jealous Warnings: none that I can think of, bi!Behrad (had a fling with nate in the past), Behrad assumes reader has a crush on female characters (bi/pan/omni/multi reader), mention of a hair strand being moved out of reader’s face (if your hairtype or style doesn’t match that, you can think of it like you’re wearing a wig/weave/extensions as part of your costume for the mission) otherwise raceneutral and genderneutral as far as I can tell, suuuper cheesy romantic Behrad at one point A/N: there needs to be more Behrad content!!!!! Also can’t remember word for word what they were talking about in 6x08, so this is just paraphrasing, but it is loosely based 6x08

You’d been watching Behrad, again, you noticed, for the probably hundredth time today, when you tuned into his and Zari’s conversation. “I’m just saying! You should allow yourself to fall in love with someone attainable! Not Astra or Irma Rose over there.” You heard Zari exasperatedly tell Behrad. “You deserve someone who loves you back!” Behrad was rolling his eyes, you noticed, and letting out an annoyed huff. “And who do you propose I should go after? It’s not like there’s that many options when you’re a timetravelling superhero, you know?” Ouch, that stung a bit. The way he didn’t even consider you. Letting your eyes travel elsewhere, but not stopping listening to the siblings bicker you began chewing on your lip, an anxious habit you had. “Okay, right. Right....” Zari’s eyes scanned the room. “What about Nate? I mean he had a thing for other-me, so like-” Behrad interrupted her, “yeah no, we’re better of as friends.” “Wait... you and Nate? When?” Oh, so this was news for Zari as well. “A while ago.” He was looking at Irma Rose again. Why didn’t he look at you like that. You were right there! Everyone knew you were single, and yet in this little matchmaking talk you weren’t even considered an option. Oh. You were looking at him again. Irritated you decided to get up and walk over to Nate, hoping he could distract you from whatever the hell you were feeling. “Woah, dude, what’s going on with you?” He looked at you with wide eyes. “Nothing. Why?” You scrunched up your eyebrows. “You look almost as angry as Astra does half the time.” You just grumbled before sitting down next to him. “Is it about Behrad?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“What?!” Your face whipped around to face his, eyes wide. “I mean it’s pretty obvious. You’ve been staring at him for what must be weeks now.” You just looked at him with a horrified expression. “To be fair, I don’t think anyone else knows, you know, too caught up with all the other drama.” Groaning, you ran your hand through your face. “This sucks!” “What sucks?” You flinched at the new voice that had crept up behind you. Of course, Behrad. You looked at Nate, looking for some help but he looked somewhere else before mumbling a short excuse and dissapearing. Leaving you alone with Behrad. ‘‘Uh... nothing in particular. This mission. I don’t know.” You grimaced before changing the topic. “Is Zari done playing matchmaker?” You hoped you sounded jokingly enough. “Oh, you noticed that?” He seemed a little embarassed by that. “Kinda hard not to.” You chuckled. “Yeah, I don’t know. I think she realized that it’s hopeless.” Furrowing your brows you looked at him, visibly confused. “Why that?” He sat down next to you, eyeing the saloon. “Ah, you know, not really a lot of options, with the timetravelling and everything.” Leaning your head side to side, contemplating, you finally said: “Well, there’s still Astra and Spooner.” Behrad turned to look at you, leaning on his arms. “And you.” The butterflies in your stomache were going wild. You were trying your very best not to sound shaky when you quietly said, “And me.” But the moment was over before it even really began, when the Sheriff entered the saloon and claimed everyone’s attention.

Now, a few hours later, you were holed up in the saloon with your team. The threat of imminent death by guns and alienworm outside of it. The tensions were rising and your eyes were drawn to Behrad again. He was arguing with Zari once more. “Didn’t I say this thing with Irma Rose wasn’t going to go anywhere?” Zari looked at him with a raised brow and arms crossed. “I don’t need to hear you say “I told you so” Zari, I really don’t.” He looked annoyed. “Why don’t you just LISTEN to me?” “Because!” He threw his hands up in the air. He looked like he wanted to say something else when he caught you staring at them. You barely heard the next words he mumbled. “It doesn’t matter.” He walked away from Zari. You didn’t think he’d still go after her, Irma that is, after that little moment you shared, but apparently you were wrong. It was probably insignificant to him. “Woah, you’re doing that face again.” Nate, originally walking by, stopped. The ground was shaking. “Uh, y/n, maybe you wanna calm down?” He suggested. You exhaled, defeated. “Sorry.” “What was that about?” Sara came over, obviously intrigued by your sudden outburst. “Nothing.” You huffed. “Wait, that just now was y/n?” Zari came over. “I think.” you just said. “What were you angry at? You didn’t even talk to anyone?” Ava chimed in. “Jesus, why is everyone asking me what’s wrong?!” Oops, you were angry again, evident to everyone by the ground rumbling. You closed your eyes for a moment, gathering yourself. “Sorry.” This was really immature of you, but you didn’t know how to stop it. “I think she’s jealous.” Nate said, grinning. “Nate! Shut it! Right. Now.” But it was too late. He had everyone’s attention now. Even Constantine, Gary and Behrad were now standing around you, curious as to what the problem was. “Nate, my dear, I swear to god, if you say one more word, I will not hesitate to kill you.” You said your voice sugarsweet in stark contrast to the death glare that currently adorned your face. “Oh man, you are way more scary than Astra.” He backed away. “Jealous? Who are you jealous of?” Zari’s eyes were sparkling at the prospect of Legends gossip. “No one. Let it go.” “Oh my god, y/n, do you have feelings for anyone?” She just couldn’t let it go. The ground was shaking again. You didn’t know what else to do, so you just stood up and walked out the door. Reckless, yes, but also an escape from the pestering of the legends. The ground opened up in front of you. “Oh shit.” Okay, maybe that had been a bad idea.

Thankfully, Spooner and Astra handled that one. Back on the ship you had to listen to a lecture from Sara and Ava though. That was not fun. Finally, after what felt like ages, you were dismissed. Your feet were tiredly dragging you to your room when you noticed someone standing in your doorway. “What is it? I really want to sleep.” You motioned for Behrad to step aside so you could enter your room. “Just wanted to see what’s up. You haven’t really been in a good mood today.” “Am I not allowed to be in a bad mood?” You were snippy, and unfairly mean to him, you knew that, but you couldn’t get yourself to change that. “y/n...” He sounded unhappy. You didn’t want to make him unhappy. Regret. “I... Behrad, I’m sorry. It’s just,” you turned around to face him again. “I’ll get over it, okay?” You smiled encouragingly at him. “Can I do anything to help?” Puppy dog eyes. “You know you can talk to me right?”“ “B...” How were you supposed to tell him that HE was the problem. Or rather, you were, with your stupid feelings for him. “Were you jealous of Spooner?” Wait, what? “Huh?” you looked at him with bewilderment. “Where’s that coming from?” “Well, Nate was mentioning Astra earlier, and I thought, maybe you were jealous that Spooner was assigned her buddy.” He explained, fumbling with his hands. “No, I’m not- I don’t have feelings for Astra.” You didn’t mean to emphasize her name, so it sounded like there was in fact someone else you had feelings for. “Spooner then?” Of course he would come to that conclusion next. You snorted. “I’ll help you get her.” “B, I don’t have a crush on Spooner either.” Now he was confused. “So then who?” You shoved him lightly out your door. “I think it’s time you go.” With an apologetic face you closed the door. You turned around and leaned against the door for support and exhaled. “Mx y/n, Mr Tarazi is requesting access to your room.” Gideon piped up. Confused you turned around to open the door again. “What-” “Is it me?” You froze. He pushed past you, into your room, walking back and forth and talking animatedly. “I mean, I was thinking, you know and there’s only so many Legends, and like half of them are coupled up. Plus I don’t think you’re the type to get That jealous if it’s a crush on someone you barely know. And you said it wasn’t Spooner, or Astra, and Nate knew something, so it can’t be him either. So that leaves me, and Gary, and I really don’t think it’s Gary.” He stopped, looking up at your face. For a while, all you could do was blink and stare. “How do you know it’s not one of the people that are in a relationship?” It was a weak attempt and you both knew. “Or Mick?” That was even weaker. “Oooohhh, I get it now.” He facepalmed. “You were jealous because of the whole Irma Rose situation.” You didn’t say anything, but crossed your arms and looked to the side. “When you were talking to Zari, I wasn’t even an option.” You hated how your voice was shaking the slightest bit. He stepped closer and put a hand on each of your arms. “That’s because you’re the only option for me.” Confusion spread through you, making itself visible on your face. “You know how Zari gets when she senses an opportunity for matchmaking. I didn’t want to tell her, because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable... because I didn’t think you’d like me... like that.” You didn’t know what to say, and when you opened your mouth, he interrupted you. “And that flirt with Irma was... a distraction, from you.” Your arms fell down to your side. “You’re telling me.. you have.. feelings for me?” You asked, the thought of it being almost unbelievable. “Yes. I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world. So smart, and so kind. I think you’re,” he pushed a strand of hair out of your face, “incredible.” “No one ever told me that.” You whispered. “Then I’ll do it, every day for the rest of my life.” A second passed, before you spoke up. “I would really like to kiss you right now.” He chuckled, before moving one of his hands to your cheek and granting your wish.

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myhaikyuuacademia · 3 years

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hey! I was wondering if you could tag me @ lowkey-love-loki in the zemo fic? thank you! ♡

Yes :) I just tagged you on the existing two parts and will keep in mind to do on part 3 as well (if I ever get around to writing it haha)

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About me :)

Hi, I just thought maybe people would enjoy getting to know me a bit idk, I just know a lot of ppl have a section like this in their navigation as well <3

My name is Freya and my pronouns are she/her • I’m asexual (which reflects in my writing as I do not write anything smutty or even a hint of previous sexual relationships for reader, hope you don’t mind!) • And biromantic / queer • I’m also autistic! • Some of my alltime favorite (comfort) characters include, but are not limited to: Tony Stark, Dean Winchester, Leonard Snart, the Doctor, Tendou Satori, Spencer Reid, Dhawan!Master • English is not my first language! • I hate proofreading so I just,,, don’t do it lol • If anyone cares about it I’m an INTP Scorpio (psychoanalyze me from only that lmao) • I’m a vegetarian (which ig also reflects in my writing LMAO I hate reading a fic and they just,,, eat meat. No thanks) • Same with alcohol, I don’t drink it (never have) so neither will reader (also goes for all other drugs, cigarettes and weed included) • I read x reader fics every day before sleeping • Yeah idk what other relevant stuff to put here but you are ALWAYS welcome to ask me anything! Even personal stuff <3

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Zemo x Reader [pt 2]

Part 1 Summary: hurt comfort, worried reader, bed sharing (no smut) Warnings: none that I can think of, Zemo gets injured by Walker throwing the shield at him lol, swearwords Notes: I just had to continue their story oml, this is so sappy and fluffy

It had been a few days since you and Zemo confronted your feelings. You’d been sneaking glances and lingering touches since then, but Bucky and Sam rarely left you a chance to do anything more. The three of them were going to Mama Donya’s funeral to try and convince Karli to stop hurting innocent people, but they had been gone for longer than you thought they would. Sam and Bucky didn’t want you with them, convinced they could handle it themselves. Zemo probably didn’t mind you staying at home either, safe from any potential danger. You grew restless. Surely, talking to Karli couldn’t take that long?

Something must have happened. The decision was made: you were going out to check on them. You didn’t think of the fact that you didn’t even know what direction they went, much less where the funeral was held. All you were thinking about was their safety. But before you could even get up, the door opened and Sam and Bucky came through the door, beat up, and carrying an unconscious Zemo. ‘‘What the hell happened?!” You stood up from the couch to give them a place to lay Zemo down. ‘‘Walker happened.’‘ Sam growled. ‘‘Jesus...’‘ you sighed, making your way over to the kitchen to grab some towels, wetting them and then going back to the couch Zemo was passed out on. You were trying your best not to show how worried you were, but still couldn’t stop yourself from caring for him. ‘‘Aw come on, really? He won’t die.‘‘ Sam remarked when he noticed you kneeling down beside Zemo. ‘‘Yeah, you could have at least brought us some too.’‘ Bucky added. You turned around to face the two guys apparently moping at the fact that you didn’t bring them a bandaid for their boo-boos. ‘‘Are you unconscious? No? Then you can take care of yourselves.’‘ Without another comment you turned back around and started taking care of the wound on Zemo’s forehead. You cleaned the already dried blood from his face, carefully, trying not to hurt him. Once you were satisfied with your work you got up to put the dirty towel away and get some bandaids and ice for his head. By now Sam and Bucky were carefully observing you, done with cleaning themselves. ‘‘You seem awfully worried about him.’‘ Sam commented, right as you placed the ice on his head. ‘‘Again, he is unconscious. Plus, don’t we need him for something? That’s the whole reason he is even out of prison. Not to mention I’m a nice person, if any of you were unconscious I’d do the same.’‘ You got up to face Sam and Bucky. ‘‘I don’t think he has any medicine. Or food. Can you go get some? I’ll babysit.’‘ Reluctantly the two men made their way to get the needed stuff. Which left you all alone with Zemo once again. A groan alerted you the fact that Zemo was waking up. You rushed over to him, kneeling down beside him once again. ‘‘Darling, what did I miss?” His voice was rough, the accent even more prominent right now. A relieved chuckle left your mouth, if you weren’t so worried about accidentally hurting him you would be kissing him. ‘‘Walker knocked you out with his shield apparently.’‘ His hand reached up to the bag of ice, mostly melted by now. ‘‘Oh sorry, is that too cold? I can put it away.’‘ You cursed yourself for sounding so worried. He just smiled, ‘‘It’s okay. You cared for me?’‘ You smiled, ‘‘Of course.’‘ He reached out for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, before closing his eyes in pain and exhaustion again. ‘‘Thank you.’‘ With a soft expression you reached down with the hand not holding his, to gently push a strand of hair out of his face, your fingers barely ghosting over his skin, in an effort not to hurt him. You kept sitting like this for a few more minutes, silent, just being in the moment. Grateful he was okay. When Bucky and Sam came home with several crinkly plastic bags full of food and first aid kits, you were sitting on the same couch as Zemo, who had pulled his legs closer to him to allow you some space, reading a book. Careful to keep a distance that the two avengers wouldn’t question upon their return. ‘‘Food!” You put the book down with a big grin on your face, ecxited at the prospect of something to eat. “Any ideas on what you want to cook? We brought something of pretty much everything.” Bucky directed the question at you. “What are you talking about? I’m not cooking.” You furrowed your brows. ‘‘Well Bucky here can’t cook, and I am way to exhausted, but I am totally good at cooking just saying. ” Something about Sam’s statement made you doubt that he was a good cook. “I’m a terrible cook. Why did you expect me to cook?” Before the two could do any more than make grimaces and shrug, Zemo interjected. “Not to flatter myself, but I am quite good competent when it comes to cooking.” “Yeah right, as if we’re gonna let you cook.” Sam squinted his eyes. “You’ll probably poison us or something.” You snorted. ‘‘I don’t think we have any other choice, at least a death by poison is quicker than a death by starvation.’‘ You shrugged, indifferent. You didn’t even notice at first, it was honestly a little embarassing how long it took you to realise, but you’ve practically been glued to Zemo’s side the whole day. Where he went, you went. Once you realised, you just hoped that Sam and Bucky didn’t pick up on it. Currently he was preparing the food, cutting vegetables, and you were standing on the other side of the isle, head propped up on your hands with your elbows resting on the cool surface. You were watching him intently. He smirked, not oblivious to your eyes on him and your clinginess. Standing a few feet away from you was Sam, who had been watching you critically for a few minutes now. Apparently he noticed too. ‘‘Why are you looking at him like that?” You turned around, blinking, “like what?”. “You’ve been staring at him ever since he started cooking.” He stated. Bucky joined him now, taking the few steps that had seperated them before to stand next to his colleague. You mustered your best mock confusion. “Just trying to make sure he doesn’t poison us.” You half-joked, trying to deflect. Bucky shook his head, ‘‘You’ve been following him around all day, like a lost puppy.’‘ “Not true.” You just said. “You have.” Zemo chimed in. You turned around to him, dumbfounded. ‘‘Ugh shut up.” Sam looked at the two of you quizzically. “Are you two sleeping together?” You choked on your spit. “What?!” You turned around to face him again. Bucky seemed surprised too. “Sam, I don’t think she would.” He tried mediating. “Just look at her, the way she’s been acting since we came back, tending to his wounds, following him around, staring at him - without a break - for what must have been like 15 minutes.” Sam argued. “You know what? Maybe I’ll just sleep with him tonight, just to fuck you off.” Your words laced with venom, you looked at him defiantly, before walking past him, grabbing your shoes and phone and walking through the front door. “So you haven’t slept together?” He called after you, leaving you to slam the door in annoyance. Bucky was about to follow you when Zemo spoke up. “Just leave her be. I think she wants to be alone right now.” He turned to Sam. “No, we have not had sex.” Then he just went back to preparing the food, leaving Bucky to sigh and fall onto the couch and Sam to run a hand through his face.

You were back in time for dinner, thanks to a quick message from Zemo. Most of the time eating was spent in a tense silence. Zemo tried to lighten the mood once or twice with some jokes or funny observations he made, but to no avail. In the end you all went to bed super early to avoid the weird atmosphere. Soon you found yourself standing in front of the door to Zemo’s bedroom though. You hesitated, before softly knocking on the heavy, wooden door. A faint “come in.” made you open the door slowly, not to make any noise and startle the other inhabitants of the safehouse. You closed it behind you with just as much care. “Are you here to “fuck off Sam”, princess?” He asked, amused and clearly joking. “Yeah, totally, 100%.” you said, the sarcasm obvious. You made your way over to the bed he was currently reading in. “May I?” you gestured to the bed, asking him if you were allowed to join him. He simply nodded, before continuing to read. You climbed into bed, covering yourself with the blanket and scooted as close as possible to the baron lying next to you. Head on his shoulder, reading along with him, just enjoying being able to be this close, to touch him. He soon closed the book and put it on the nightstand next to him. Wrapping his hands around you he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You were content, laying in his arms like this. Right now, you didn’t want to think about all the possible outcomes of this, most not having a happy ending for the two of you. Right now you just wanted to enjoy this moment. You held him, not daring to let you go, and he held you, not letting you slip away to an uncertain future. A/N: at this point this might as well just become a series,,, no promises but a part 3 might be planned as well- Taglist: @ajeff855 @heyassbutt05 @lowkey-love-loki

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Zemo x reader

Summary: Zemo and reader kiiiinda address the tension between them... Warnings: making out (but no smut), lap sitting Notes: This was literally the first thing on my mind this morning after waking up... Zemo brainrot reached a critical point

Things had been... kinda weird between you and Zemo since Madripoor. Taking the role as his arm candy for the evening led to some questionable decisions to avoid blowing the cover. Nothing too extreme, but it still changed things between the two of you. Now, staying in a safehouse in riga, you were left alone to babysit Zemo as Sam and Bucky were out running errands. If that was a good decision, you didn't know. Keeping a safe distance you kept stealing glances at Zemo who was sitting on the couch. A fed up sigh escaped your mouth before you could suppress it. Teeth scraping against your lips in an effort to distract you and calm your nerves. "What's wrong?" His head was slightly tilted.

''Nothing." You shook your head and trying your best at a nonchalant face. It was clearly written in his face that he did not believe you. "Come here." He beckoned you to come closer with his finger. Your tongue pressed against your cheek as you tilted your head in surrender, making your way over to him reluctantly. "What?" You were now standing directly in front of him. Close, probably too close, less than an inch and your legs would be touching his. Ugh, you couldn't believe that your heart started beating faster at that realisation. He simply patted his lap, without breaking eye contact. A few seconds passed before you complied, your knees hitting the soft cushions of the couch on either side of his lap, straddling him. You sighed in defeat, slowly, carefully, reaching up with one of your hands to caress the hair at the back of his head. His hands found their way to your thighs and it took every ounce of selfcontrol you had not to shiver at that. "This is about Madripoor, isn't it?" His eyes were watching you, surveilling you. ''Yeah...'' your voice was quiet. "Hmmm.." he was contemplating. "And what are we supposed to do about that?" He gave your thigh a soft squeeze. You stayed silent for a few moments. Opening your mouth you could barely bring out a whispered ''Kiss me.''. Scared that you had misread or misjudged the situation. Scared of what this would mean for your future, for you. But also so terribly desperate for the feeling of his lips on yours. Unlike you though, he didn't hesitate and completed your request before you could even blink. By the feel of it, he had been waiting for this moment just as long as you had, maybe even longer than that. Your hand gripped his hair tighter, the other coming up to hold his face. His hands were now resting on your ass. Pressing you closer, as if the space between you wasn't already practically nonexistent. You couldn't get enough of him, and he couldn't get enough of you. Days of tension had resulted in this. The pot was boiling over. Slowly you pulled away, your hand on his cheek, you still needed to touch him. "Sam and Bucky will be back soon." Your voice was quiet but firm. "I understand." You couldn't resist pressing a quick kiss on his lips, before sighing and slowly untangling yourself from him and standing up.

A/ N: definitely up for writing a part 2 Tag list: @lowkey-love-loki

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Manifestation

Peter Maximoff x reader Summary: reader can manifest things and when Peter confesses she’s scared she manifested that and that it isn’t actually his real feelings. No warnings, just a teeeeensy amount of angst - happy ending!

You hurried along the hallways, desperate to get to Jean as fast as possible. You felt bad about leaving Peter standing alone in your room without giving him much of an answer. But you really needed to see Jean. Right now. You soon reached her door, and contemplated between knocking and just bursting in for a split second. Before you could choose, you heard her in your head, telling you to come in. You did as you were told. Sitting on her bed, she greeted you with a ‘‘what’s wrong?’‘. You didn’t know where to start, so you just sat down in front of her. After some time collecting your thoughts, you just started with a simple: ‘‘Peter just told me he has feelings for me.’‘ Jean, apparently did not understand the problem. ‘‘That’s good, isn’t it? I mean, you like him too, don’t you?’‘ ‘‘That’s the problem!’‘ You said exasperated. ‘‘What if I manifested him liking me accidentally because my feelings for him were so overwhelming?’‘. Now she understood. She put her hand on yours. ‘‘I don’t think you did.’‘ She started. ‘‘He liked you for some time now. I’m pretty sure it was love at first sight for him.’‘ She snorted, remembering the time you and Peter first met.

‘‘Plus, you’ve gotten really good at controlling your powers! Sure the occasional sick teacher moment does still happen, but no major accidents anymore.’‘ You looked at her. Unsure. You didn’t know if you could believe her. Theoretically you knew you could, but your doubts just took overhand. ‘‘What if-’‘ You received a Look™ before you could even finish that sentence. Biting your lip you thought about what could help convince you. ‘‘Um. What about.. maybe if you could look?’‘ Jean’s telepathic ability was a big help back when you were still figuring your powers out. With your permission you could let her into your mind and the center of your abilities. She explained it as a bunch of strings, moving from the core to everywhere in the world you had a manifestation. Sometimes the strings dissolve when the manifestation is over, or reached its goal. Sometimes the strings stay for years. If she ‘‘touched’‘ the strings she could see what they manifested, and if you accepted she could even dissolve them for you. ‘‘Sure. But I’m telling you, I’m like 99,9% sure you didn’t manifest this.’‘ Rolling her eyes she gestured for you to put your hands into hers. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath and opened yourself up to her. A few minutes passed. And then a few more. You grew restless and began shifting in your position. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to you, you could feel how Jean removed her hands from yours. You opened your eyes instantly, eagerly awaiting what she had to say. ‘‘So???’‘ The smirk on her face told you everything you had to know. ‘‘You can call me Ms-Always-Right.’‘ You couldn’t believe it. Leaning back a bit you inspected her face. ‘‘I didn’t use my powers on him? He- he really, really likes me?” ‘‘That’s what I’m saying, dummy! Next time just believe me from the beginning.” Jean laughed. ‘‘It’ll save me a whole lot of effort detangling and inspecting all your manifestations.’‘ You kept blinking, not quite believing that He. HE of all people liked you back. And then you realized that you left him standing alone in your room without giving him an answer. You stood up and rushed towards your room, hoping he was where you left him. He wasn’t. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. You ran out back out of your room, slamming the door behind you. And immediately crashed into someone. It was Peter. Of course it was. ‘‘Peter!’‘ You shouted out, surprised by his sudden appearance. While it was true you were looking for him, now that you found him you didn’t know what to do, or what to say. ‘‘I’m sor-’‘ He didn’t let you finish, instead saying ‘‘I don’t have time right now, catch you later.’‘ His voice as cold as his eyes were. ‘‘Peter no!’‘ But he was gone before you even finished saying his name. ‘‘Fuck.’‘ You muttered to yourself. You fucked up. Big time. God, you knew how insecure he was, and still you just left him standing after he poured his heart out to you. With hope in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips. You have to find him. And tell him. Your reaction was not a rejection. Where would he go? What would he do? His romm? Too obvious. Outside? The Mall? Just somewhere? At this point you were so close to manifesting something, despite your vow to never consciously do it on a friend (if they were not in danger that is). That’s when it hit you though. You knew where to find him. Sighing you made your way to the staircase closest to Peter’s room. And for the first time you walked all the way up, without help from Peter, and you noticed just what a long way up it was. Eventually though, out of breath and with hurting feet you found yourself in front of the door, leading to the rooftop. You’d contemplated knocking for a second, even raising your arm, but decided in the end to just walk through, so as not to warn him of your presence. Slowly, and as quietly as you could, you opened the door. You saw him pacing and listening to music. He wouldn’t have heard your knocking. He hasn’t seen you yet- oh wait now he has. In an effort to keep him from running away again you blocked the door by standing in front of it. ‘‘Can we talk?’‘ He slowly lifted his headphones off after seeing your mouth move. ‘‘Can we talk?’‘ You repeated. It was clear in the way his brows furrowed and his eyes shifted that he did not want to talk. There was only one way to keep him here and interested long enough. Gathering all your courage you did the scariest thing you’ve ever done. ‘‘I love you’‘ You blurted out. ‘‘I- What?’‘ Peter looked so confused. ‘‘Why’d you run away then?’‘ He knew that you wouldn’t lie to him, not about something like that, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that maybe this was a prank. Or maybe in the very least he was dreaming. You finally took a few steps toward him. Looking up at him you asked him to let you explain. He nodded, awkwardly. ‘‘I was... scared.’‘ You paused. ‘‘Scared that I had maybe used my powers on you.’‘ His head did a little side-tilt, reminding you of a puppy. ‘‘Accidentally, of course!” You clarified. ‘‘I thought, maybe, after being in- after liking you for such a long time, I’d lost control and that’s why you came to my room and told me that you liked me. Because I never imagined, not once, that you could actually, you know, really, like me back.’‘ He tutted, and a kind of amused annoyance took over his features. ‘‘Y/n I was basically a goner when I first saw you. How could you think I wouldn’t?’‘ His hand reached up to tuck away a strand of hair and you leaned into his hand when he cupped your cheek. You opened your mouth only to close it again. The second attempt at speaking was more victorious. ‘‘When I ran away, I ran to Jean. So she could use her powers on me and make sure. You know?’‘ His eyes looked at you so lovingly. ‘‘I know.’‘ He whispered. It didn’t take long for him to start teasing you though. Seven seconds to be exact. You counted. ‘‘So you love me huh?’‘ ‘‘Don’t be so cocky, Maximoff.’‘ You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t keep your lips from smiling. Or your heart from feeling all warm. ‘‘Good thing I love you too.’‘ He smiled. His face was now inches from yours, his hand still on your cheek. ‘‘Put all that cockiness to use and kiss me, you idiot.’‘ You teased, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn’t need to tell him twice. You’d barely even finished the sentence when his lips already met yours.

A/N: I’m back baby! And what better time to finish my Peter Maximoff Imagine that’s been sitting in my drafts since like november

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Maybe I don’t mind if it’s you | Saiki Kusuo x reader

Summary: Part of my Mistletoe Series where I write different characters with the same trope - Mistletoe Kiss! My favorite Holiday trope hehe Mistletoe Series Masterlist | Masterlist | Requests

Teruhashi had the brilliant idea to host a christmas get-together. You were sure it was just to get close to Saiki. You were even more sure of that when you arrived and saw a lot of mistletoes hanging around. And with a lot you mean A LOT. Everywhere you went, every room you visited, there was at least one mistletoe branch hanging somewhere. Sometimes a little hiden, sometimes plain obvious. Apart from you and Saiki, she had also invited the other people from your friendgroup, so Nendou, Kaidou, Kuboyaso, Mera, Yumehara and surprisingly Aiura. Well maybe she invited herself, you never knew with her. So far only you, Yumehara, Aiura and Saiki had arrived. You were pretty certain Kuboyasu, Kaidou and Nendou were going to arrive together later. It was a little awkward, mostly because Teruhashi and Aiura were ‘fighting’ over Saiki. Yumehara was only waiting for Kaidou to arrive and you were sitting next to her, hands in your lap, watching the almost comical scene of Teruhashi and Aiura arguing without Teruhashi wanting to explicitly state that she had what she thought was a crush on Saiki, who was standing close by eating coffee jelly. That was probably the only reason he wasn’t more bothered by what was going on. The doorbell rang and a sigh of relief escaped your mouth because that meant Teruhashi was forced to go get it and stop talking to Aiura. You stood up to walk over to the table where Saiki stood, almost finished with his coffee jelly. ‘‘If you weren’t a psychic, Teruhashi probably would have managed to get you under one of the mistletoes.’‘ You remarked as you grabbed a biscuit. ‘‘Probably.’‘

You turned around, leaning against the table and saw Teruhashi guiding the three, late boys into the living room where you all currently stayed. Greeting them with a short ‘‘hey’‘, you returned your attention to Saiki. ‘‘Why are you even here? I mean, you must’ve known what her plan was.’‘ Your eyes fell to the coffee jelly cup he was now placing on the table. Amused and with a smile on your lips you shook your head, ‘‘You’re so easily bribed.’‘ Before he could say something Teruhashi called him over. It wasn’t hard to miss that she was standing under a mistletoe. It also wasn’t hard to miss that Saiki was thinking about what to do. If he went over there right now, he probably would end up having to kiss Teruhashi, if he ignored her he probably would draw even more unwanted attention on himself. So what he did instead was simply grabbing you by your arm and taking you with him. This caught you by surprise and you stumbled the first few steps, and maybe even choked a bit on your biscuit. He sent you an apologetic look but continued to hold you and take you with him. Teruhashi seemed surprised as well, her eyebrows shooting up for a brief moment before regaining control over her expression. You had to give it to Saiki, this was a smart way out. Teruhashi wouldn’t mention the mistletoe if there were three people standing beneath it. There was too much of a chance of her plan failing, for instance by you and her kissing, or you and saiki. Or like a weird throuple kiss, where all 3 of you had to kiss each other at the same time. ‘‘What did you want Teruhashi?’‘ You and Saiki had arrived and stood in front of her. It didn’t take long for you to notice that Saiki’s hand still held your arm. Right after you noticed Saiki quickly removed it, probably because he heard you thinking about it. Teruhashi started stammering, thinking of an excuse, ‘‘Ah! Uh! Hmm, oh! Actually I need you both to um get me something from the kitchen! I am very sorry for not doing it myself, I know that makes me a bad host, but... but I need to stay here! And make sure everyone feels welcome!” ‘‘Sure thing!’‘ You grinned. ‘‘Happy to help!’‘ Saiki and you turned around to find the kitchen. ‘‘Oh!’‘ you turned around halfway through the room, ‘‘What was it you needed?’‘. Teruhashi looked like a deer in headlights. ‘‘Plates!’‘ She exclaimed. You decided to ignore the big tower of plates that were already on the table and turned around again to continue the way to the kitchen. ‘‘Let’s get some more plates then.’‘ Saiki only hummed in response. ‘‘You know where the kitchen is, right?’‘ Looking over at Saiki you heard him tell you ‘yes’ telepathically. ‘‘Okay then.’‘ You continued your way to the kitchen in silence. Finally, after quite a long way, you reached the kitchen. This house mansion was really big. You and Saiki started searching the cabinets for plates. Once you and Saiki had found what you deemed were enough plates to satisfy Teruhashi, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was so prepared as to have placed some mistletoe branches in the kitchen. Just in case she and Saiki would end up here. ‘‘She did.’‘ Saiki told you. ‘‘Really? Where?’‘ There was a spot on the plate on top, so you cleaned it with your sleeve. Saiki didn’t reply, so you turned to look at him. He was already looking at you. ‘‘I didn’t see-’‘ Saiki moved his hand to point at the ceiling. A place on the ceiling that was right above you and him. As in: you and Saiki were standing beneath a freaking mistletoe. ‘‘Oh..’‘ was all you managed to say. Your cheeks were most certainly very red at this point. You had no idea what to say, or to do. It’s not that you didn’t want to kiss him, you just didn’t think he wanted to kiss you. And you didn’t want this stupid tradition to force him to. Saiki kept looking at you, and you kept looking at him. He probably, no, he had to know what you thought. He is a psychic afterall. So why wasn’t he saying anything? You were about to say something, about how you knew that it must be annoying how Teruhashi was trying to kiss him under the mistletoe and that you didn’t want to do the same thing to him, when he turned his head, eyes trained on somewhere, anywhere that was not your face. ‘‘Maybe I don’t mind if it’s you.’‘ You were stunned. Did this mean he liked you back? ‘‘Yes, it does.’‘ The blush on his face was now fairly obvious, and you were sure yours was too. ‘‘Oh..’’ was again all you could manage to say. He was still looking away from you. Collecting all your courage, you slowly reached up and put your hand on Saiki’s cheek. He turned back around to look at you. Smiling, you joked ‘‘Are we about to kiss?’‘ He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide the smile on his lips. You felt his hands softly resting on your hips. And his breath on your face. You felt the soft skin of his cheek, where your hand still rested. And then you just went for it. Closed the gap. Put your lips on his. Kissed him. You were kissing Saiki. You. were. kissing. Saiki. And he was kissing you. After a few seconds you pulled away. You couldn’t help but smile. He seemed to have the same problem, though his smile was small and barely noticeable. Most of it could be seen in the way his eyes softened. ‘‘We should probably get the plates to Teruhashi, before she comes looking for us.’‘ You whispered. He hummed in response. Yet, neither one of you moved. Your head fell towards his shoulder as you let out a giggle. ‘‘Come on, let’s go now.’‘ A/N: I’m open for writing a part 2 if people want it!

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