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lostalioth · 1 year

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hi jules <3 may I request a lil thing?

what do you think of a fluffy thor x reader taking care of sick!reader? or sam wilson x reader, whatever inspires you the most. thanks sweets!!

(this is for @openheart-odinson to cheer her up <33)

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐩

→ premise: thor isnt too familiar with the common midguardian cold, all he knows is you arent feeling well. in an attempt to do his best taking care of you, he resorts to goggle.

→ paring: thor odinson x fem!reader

→ warnings: fluff, sick!reader, established relationship, reader being taken care of, slight himbo!thor, possibly ooc thor, nicknames [babe, love, sweetheart]

→ a/n: ahh so I’ve never written for thor but I couldn’t help be a bit self indulgent and do the option of thor taking care of reader, as well as couldn’t help doing this request because it is from alix

Thor was still very new to all things midgardian, no matter how much time he’s spent on earth and around mortals. Therefore some of the things you do and go through that are normal to you are a mystery to him, though he loves you deeply he does question you quite often.

“What’s wrong, love?” He questioned as he walked into your shared master bedroom. “You seem upset, why are you still in bed? its noon” his voice was laced with worry and confusion now. He brings a hand up to your face to rub his thumb across your cheek and the skin under your eye. The small action made your heart swell with affection. Through a small cough you manage to get out a sentence “I have a cold” your voice came out cracked near the end, worrying your boyfriend even further.

Your head feels very hazy and cloudy, sinuses so congested that you have to resort to breathing through your mouth.

“Well if you’re cold, I’ll just go fetch you a blanket to warm you up silly girl” he lifts his hand off up, causing a whimper to escape your lips like a plea. Giving you a look full of love and sympathy he turns on his heels to head to the old spruce trunk where all the extra bedding and blankets are stored. You weakly shake your head no at him, unbeknownst to him as his wide shoulders and back were now facing you. “No thor, i have a cold, as in im sick” your voice somehow comes out weaker than before.

“Sick?? Do i need to phone the doctor babe, is it bad?” His joking tone switched quickly back to the confused and concerned tone it had before. You let out a small throaty chuckle that leads to a big cough. Thor is quick to inch forward to you to lay a hand on the middle of your back in an attempt to comfort you, as you sit up in bed for what felt like the first time in hours. Once your coughing fit calmed down you looked up at him as he let out a small huff in relief, though his brows remained furrowed. “No my love, I’ll be fine, it's a common illness. It usually passes in a few days.” You offer the teddy bear of a man comforting you a smile as best as you can muster. “Have you never had a cold before? Or the flu?” Thor seemed completely oblivious to what a cold was so you were very curious and it was now your turn to look confused.

“Most of us asgardians are immune to your earthly illnesses and diseases sweetheart”. You give him a small nod in acknowledgment as your eyes grew heavier.

“I’ll let you rest babe, sweet dreams” a small smile spreads across thor's face as you snuggle down under the plush covers, letting sleep quickly consume you. He leans down and leaves a quick peck on your forehead before heading out of the bedroom and down the hall. While you laid peacefully in your soft bed, giving your body some well needed rest, he had a mission.

Softly opening and closing the door to your office he settles down into your soft desk chair getting to work. He knew enough about how to use the computer from missions with Stark and what you've taught him that he is able to open google. Signing into his account instead of yours, he got right to work researching cold remedies. He was determined to help you the best he could.

After enough research he set off into the kitchen to make you a hot cup of tea as well as a bowl of chicken noodle soup. As the tea steeped and the soup was heating up he drew you a warm bath, setting out new clothes for you on the counter. One of his old shirts that you loved stealing and he loved seeing you wear even if it was a tad big on you. As well as a new pair of underwear and socks. He also sets out your shampoo, conditioner, body wash and all the other things needed.

After waking you up to bring you the cup of tea and soup to make sure you’ve eaten, he carries you to the en suite bathroom attached to your master bedroom and begins bathing you.

For the rest of the day he tends to you in any way you need, bringing you a snack, water, medicine whatever he could possibly get.

In the end the best remedy for your cold was a good night's rest, thor's arms holding you tight to his chest.

→ a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! and i hope thor wasn’t too outta character :)

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kxttqi · 11 days

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KAT

OMG DID YOU MISS ME YOU BETTER SAY YES

STELLA MY BBG

#✧; message received !#♡ mutuals ; stella !#OFC I MISSED U #the way i screamed whjen i saw ur ask #HOWVE U BEEN 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

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godnectar · 7 months

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Dear [Godnectar],

I hope this message reaches you with a touch of humor and a lot of heart. You see, I'm penning these words from a perspective quite... unique. You might say I'm an admirer from the insect realm, a roach with a penchant for the dramatic.

Now, I know what you're thinking - a roach? Really? But hear me out. From my vantage point, I've watched you navigate this world with grace and humor. You've swatted at bugs, obliviously unaware that among them was one tiny heart beating faster.

You, my dear, are a marvel. Your laughter rings through the air, and your steps, though massive, create a rhythm that my little roach heart can't help but dance to. It's strange, I know. But in this peculiar love story, I've found my muse.

So here's to breaking boundaries, defying norms, and embracing the unexpected. In this wild, unpredictable world, why not entertain the notion that even a roach can harbor affection? If fate allows, perhaps our paths will cross in a way that doesn't involve shoe soles.

With six tiny legs and a heart full of... well, roach-sized affection, I sign off as your secret admirer from the world of the small and the unseen.

Yours (even if you don't quite believe it),

Roachie, your roach-in-love 🪳

- 🪳 anon

#nectar's rambling #♡ anon #anon message #🪳 anon #that was–#that probably was the sweetest confession message I've received in a good while 🥹😭#omfg #it certainly had me giggling and cooing like a flustered dumbass #thank you sm my dear <3 #gonna save this in my lil' silly heart forever fr #never thought I would be kicking my feet in the air and shit because of a wholesome cockroach anon #mwah #biggest kiss for u

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beach-him-off-until-he-kens · 2 months

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i don't have the time stamp but i found a video! https://www.dailymotion.com/video/xri0vp

you can see *it* at around minute 1:15 😳

Ohhhh. I always assumed that was just the crease of his pants folding awkwardly bc that’s how Jeans Be. but 👀 now I’ve got this whole new perspective (just goes to show you what my asexual ass knows lol).

thank you for bringing this to my attention, I’m gonna keep watching this for… scientific research……………

#btw I think that’s nice of you to think of me 🥰🥰 ty ty #this blog is so new and so small I always get pleasantly surprised when I receive inbox messages here haha #seconds before that when she’s holding his legs and lightly moving against him. makes sense he’d feel stimulated #and have a response #HOO #I don’t know why I feel embarassed. he shows his bare naked ass cheeks in this film #what’s that Saul quote from BrBa… ‘you are killing me with that booty’ me @ Dean Pereira #anonymous #asks #I am so soft for him now Omg 😭😭 I didn’t expect to love him as much as I do #💕♬♪ ♡ I fall more in love with you every day (Blue) Valentine - ̗̀💙💌🍦 ̖́-

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darkvveb · 1 year

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yeah.... that's it..... that's the while thing.

if you'd died, that's the thing that'd keep you alive forever tbh....like 100% ngl pink scrub pants lmfao...like... I ♡ hot dads shirt is really it.......1000%... like....I feel like I'm in WWII trenches and this is what I see and this is what I choose to die for lmfaoooo 90000% that is it. Burkett is coming and I am 1999% near death, that is it....ily ♡♡♡♡

REALLL. listen i know what im here for and i know what i signed up for and this is it

#absolutely incredible message to receive as the sleeping pills kick in ily ♡#asks

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goldienectar · 4 months

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Just spent 10k today

I'm gonna be in so much trouble when my dad finds out I spent his money

,,does your dad need a wifey bub 🥹🥹✊️✊️

#nectar's rambling #anon message #♡ anon #saying it mostly bc spending 10k in a day #and received probably a scold and little more #without going broke is crazy 😭😭😭

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galatially · 2 years

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Pietro + wall sex??

i got just the thing! 😉😉

❝𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 x 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 —it seemed to be inevitable that you’d consume me wholly and surely

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 3.8K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 —𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, one night stand, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids) cocky!pietro maximoff (trust me, he's a warning), honorifics (baby, honey, pretty girl)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i'm so sorry this was so late, nonnie 😫🫣

between work, moving, my emotions, and tons of impostor syndrome, this took me longer than i intended. this went through, like, five rewrites before i just bunkered down and wrote lol. i hope you like it!

i don't have a tag list but i do have a library where all of my works live @galatially-wrote so please check it out!

as always, dividers by @firefly-graphics!

You stood on the front porch of the Tau Nu Theta fraternity chewing the inside of your cheek.

You can do this. It’s just a party.

You leaned back on your heels, contemplating turning around and waiting for the next available shuttle to take you back to your apartment.

Your smart watch vibrated; are you here yet?

Green eyes — more hazel than green, let’s be honest — flashed in your mind’s eye, her dark brows bowed in concern. If you left now, she’d think something was up and you weren’t ready for that conversation just yet. You squared your shoulders and made your way into the house.

“Y/L/N! You made it!”

Arms pulled you into a hard chest and you let out a breathless chuckle. “Hey, Cap.”

The six foot four blond pulled back, a broad, hazy smile cutting along his lips. “Me and Wanda were startin’ to get worried.”

Of course they were.

In fairness, you’re absolutely horrible with checking your phone. Which is funny because you’re a computer science major and having an internet and social presence is key. The amount of notifications cluttering your phone screen is horrendous and the main argument between you and Wanda most days.

“I lost track of time. M’sorry.”

“You look amazing.” A teasing glint shone in his eyes. “Are you planning to cozy up to someone tonight?”

“‘Cozy up to’? You’re such an old man, Rogers.”

“And you’re avoiding the question.”

You rolled your eyes. “Where’s Wan?”

Steve shrugged. “Last I saw her, she was with Nat and Hawk near the living room but that was at least an hour or so ago.”

“Great,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. “Guess I’m babysitting tonight.”

He let out a hearty belly laugh. “Looks like.” He waved his arms out. “Eat, drink, be merry, and don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.” He gave you a quick peck to the cheek and disappeared into the crowd of students.

“Y/N!”

Arms locked around your middle and you had to brace yourself, tightening your calves to keep rooted to the ground. Still, you felt the stretch of a smile cutting across your lips. For her being six months older than you, Wanda Maximoff had a youthfulness to her that was infectious. Never without a bright smile, she was walking sunshine.

“Where have you been! I texted you an hour ago!”

You pointed to your perfectly styled coils. “My hair wasn’t going to style itself. That, and I had my phone on silent all day.”

“Of course you did,” she rolled her eyes, “why do you hate me?”

“The only dramatic one between me always has to be me, you know that.”

Wanda puffed her cheeks some. “You’re so mean to me.”

You lightly pinched her cheeks and gave her a winning smile. “Love you, too, babes.” She chuckled. “There she is! Being angry doesn’t suit you.”

“Promise me you’ll have fun tonight? Like, don’t stand in dark corners away from everyone and actually have fun?” She held up her pinky. “Promise?”

“Really? Pinky swear, Wan? That’s my thing.”

“Yeah, well, I’m using it. So fucking promise me that you’re gonna let loose and have fucking fun, okay? As your best friend since third grade.”

You linked your pinky with hers, trying to hide your smile. “You worry too much, Mom.”

“The only person I want calling me Mom is Nat,” she said, smirking at the twisting of your face.

You had to hand it to them; Tau Nu Theta could throw a party.

The spirits were top shelf and the music was more than decent where you found yourself dancing with a group of friends from one of your elective courses. Erik Steven’s girlfriend — everyone called her ‘Shorty’ — and her friends were some of the first people you’d befriended during Freshman Week and you’re glad that you did.

“Get it, Y/N!” JoJo cheered.

You and Marcelle were dancing alongside JoJo and Shorty to the music, your laughter echoing each other’s.

“All right,” Marcelle said, her hands up, “I need something to drink. I’ll be back.”

“I’m comin’ too, Mari! Y’all want something?”

You and Shorty shook your heads and waved as they walked off.

“I’m glad you finally made it out tonight, girl,” she said, smiling. “I never get to see you outside of work and class.”

“I know,” you said, fanning yourself. “Jojo and Mari are a trip.”

“Yeah, you get used to them.”

Of all of your college friends, Erik’s girl was your closest. After bonding over having J-pop phases in middle school, you two were inseparable. She was sweet, caring, and had a shoe collection that you were jealous of.

“We should start hanging out more.”

“Yeah!” Her brown eyes brightened. “Our friend, Ororo, has a really nice apartment that’s not far from campus and she’s always got the best wine. We watch Insecure on Sundays. Well, rewatch it. It’s a fucking mess and we love it.”

“I’d love to hang out with y’all. And talk about how fine Y’lan Noel is.”

“I knew I liked you, Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

You turned, a surprised chuckle leaving your chest. “Kurt?”

He pulled you into his arms, a warm laugh rumbling in his chest. “If I knew that you were coming, I’d have picked you up.”

“I didn’t think I was, if I’m honest.” You turned to your friend. “This is Shorty, one of my very good friends. Shorty, this is Kurt.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Kurt said, shaking her hand.

“I’m gonna go find Mari and JoJo, but text me, okay?”

You nodded and gave her a hug before she walked towards the direction of her friends.

Kurt rubbed at the back of his neck. “Small world, huh?”

“Kind of,” you said, chuckling. “You cut your hair.”

Kurt ran a hand along his head, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, it was kind of spur of the moment. I was talking to Kitty — you remember Kitty, right? — and she made a comment about how long my hair has gotten. I don’t know, I just thought that maybe it was time to cut it.”

You reached out and ran your fingertips along his hairline, a smile softening on your lips. “I think it looks nice. Shows more of your face.”

Lights shades of pink colored the apples of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Still the charmer, I see.”

“No, I’m not. You just don’t like when people compliment you, Wagner.”

“Sure, sure.” He playfully waved you off before his eyes softened. “How have you been?”

You shrugged. “Working, studying, rinse, repeat. You?”

“Me and Kitty are going to her family’s for a few days. Classes have been difficult but manageable. Still have your study sheets to thank for that.” He chuckled. “It’s good to see you, Y/N, truly. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Kurt. Maybe once the semester slows down, me, you, and Kitty can hang out sometime.”

“Definitely,” he said, smiling. “Don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

You agreed and pulled him into a hug. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and waved before he disappeared into the crowd of students.

Your mind flashed back to the last time you’d seen Kurt Wagner: a warmth behind a sad smile you knew you didn’t deserve on a snowy November evening in downtown Manhattan as you told him you’d wanted to be friends. The last kiss, only on the corner of his mouth, as you left him in the far corner booth.

But unlike most of your other exes, Kurt meant it. He’d meet you for coffee after a long day or a late dinner after work without expecting anything. Sometimes it made you worry you’d made a mistake ending your relationship. That you’d given up the warmest sun for something that may never look you over. The feelings dulled as your work and school loads kept you busier, relegating your conversations to the ever odd text or Snapchat streak.

You let out a sigh and made your way into the heart of the crowd. While you weren’t reserved by any means, you still weren’t used to partying at fraternity houses. Thankfully, the members of Tau Nu Theta — TNT, affectionately — were decent (save for the “douchey trio” of Paul Diskant, Bryce Langley, and Ransom Drysdale), probably because of your friendship with the sister of a legacy member.

A certain legacy member that wanted nothing to do with you.

After finally making it across the room, you found a drink table and grabbed a red solo cup of spiked sweet tea. You took a sip, leaning up against a free wall. Your eyes scanned the party for something, or rather someone. It was foolish, you knew that, but you couldn’t help to look for…

“Pietro, you’re so funny!”

Your gaze cut to the couch a few feet away from you. The woman — a willowy blonde — had her hands in his now pure white hair, a bright smile on her lips.

Pietro cupped his admirer’s face, his blue eyes drinking her in. His lips moved but the words were drowned out by the music. He probably cracked one of those corny jokes he gets from that dumb Instagram account he showed you sophomore year. Maybe he’s saying something dirty in Transian that made her giggle like that.

Your fingers tensed around the plastic cup. You wanted to go over to them, exist in their vacuum just to see if he’d react. Or you could confront him; who was he to pretend that you didn’t exist?

“See something you like?”

You jumped at the voice, a shrill squeak leaving you as he cackled. “Jesus Christ, Clint! What the fuck! You almost made me spill my drink!”

He outstretched his arms, his green and white letterman jacket flapping with his movements. “Bring it in!”

You stepped into his arms. The stench of weed clung to him and you chuckled against the side of his ear. “I see you’re winding down already.”

“And you’re staring at Maximoff.”

Warmth pooled in your cheeks. “Shut up, no, I’m not.”

“Yeah?” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “I can go get ‘im for you.”

You swatted at his arm. “Stop! I’m not looking at Pietro, I just happened to look where he was sitting for a second. I wasn’t even thinking of anything.”

Clint snorted. “I’m high, Y/L/N, not blind.”

“Exactly. You’re seeing shit.”

“Hawk!” Wanda’s cheek were flushed pink, her eyes drooped, her curls bigger than when she’d last seen her. “And Y/N! Love of my life!”

“Baby Maximoff!” Clint draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, a smirk on his lips. “I think the love of your life is plotting on your brother.”

“Y/N, how does Hawk know you like Pietro?”

Your eyes widened. “Wanda!”

Clint between the two of you. “Am I missin’ somethin’ here? You and Maximoff a thing?”

“Definitely not,” you let out a hard chuckle, “I’d rather chew broken glass.”

“Me, Pietro, and Y/N grew up together and she used to have the biggest crush on him.” You threw Wanda a hot glare. “What? You did! It was cute!”

“We were eleven, Wan. It was years ago.”

“Fine, fine,” she held her hands up, “I’m just saying that it would be, like, fate or something if you guys did end up together. You’d be my sister in real life!”

“Clint, could you take Wanda and get her some water? Before she tells the whole fraternity something else embarrassing about me?”

The blond nodded and half-carried, half-guided your best friend to one of the empty bedrooms. You were shaking, tears threatening against the corners of your eyes. You turned towards the direction of the kitchen and caught sight of Pietro, his blue eyes burning your skin.

“Y/L/N.”

You don’t take your gaze from the open refrigerator as you answer him. “Maximoff.”

He took hold of your forearm and slammed the refrigerator door shut. “You gonna keep ignoring me all night?”

Your features canted and turned to face him. “What are you talking about? I’m not ignoring you.”

Pietro snorted. “So I just imagined you walking past me without speaking? Or you pretending you didn’t see me a few minutes ago?”

“Not everything’s all about you, Maximoff, sorry to say,” you sniffed, shrugging. “Besides, you could’ve tried to talk to me yourself.”

“Or I could just stare at you longingly from across the room,” he said, a smirk ghosting at the corners of his mouth.

Your features flattened. “That’s not funny.”

“No one’s laughing.”

You made an annoyed noise. “Do you need something, Pietro? Don’t you have some sorority girls to bother or something?”

“Not at the moment, no.” He moved closer towards you, his arms caging you in against the fridge. His cologne filled your lungs, heady and spicy. “I’m all yours.”

You looked towards the kitchen entryway. “Someone could see us.”

“So? We’re just talking.” His eyes fell to your lips. “Unless you want to have a different conversation upstairs.”

You rolled your eyes. “Is sex all you think about?”

“I think about fucking you fairly often, Y/L/N.”

Your breath caught some. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Pietro.”

His thick brows pulled down in confusion. “Why not? We’re consenting adults. I’m single — ”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I’m single enough,” he clarified. “And last I checked, you’re not attached to that douchebag anymore.”

“His name is Kurt and you don’t get to talk about him.” You frowned up at Pietro. “Who I’m with is none of your concern anymore.”

“I don’t like anyone that’s been with you that isn’t me.” His fingers played at the end of your skirt, a deep smirk dimpling his cheeks. “I bet you’re fucking drenched right now.”

“Pietro,” you warned, gripping his wrist. “Don’t.”

“What’s wrong, scared someone will catch me with my hands up your dress?” Said hands skimmed the skin of your thighs, ghosting along the curves of your hips. “You didn’t seem to mind it when we used to hang out sophomore year.”

You tightened your jaw. “Fuck you, Pietro.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do, yes.”

He leaned in close, his breath fanning over your lips. His lashes sat full and dark atop the apples of his cheeks. His nose, aquiline and dusted with freckles varying in opacity, almost kissing the tip of yours.

Your body buzzed with excitement — he was going to kiss you. You wanted him to kiss you. That should’ve pissed you off how hungry you were for the feel of his lips against yours. Memories of moments past played in your mind: the first night you’d kissed, the first time he took you to bed. It was stupid to hold on to them, to wish that they’d never passed.

You let your eyes slowly shut, your chin lifted so slightly to close the distance.

Voices drifted towards the kitchen entryway and Pietro eased back, his brown eyes darker. “Meet me upstairs in five minutes.”

You blinked slowly. “What?”

“Meet me upstairs in five minutes,” he repeated teasingly, “we’ll finish this conversation once and for all.”

“Y/N!”

Wanda rushed up to you, throwing herself into your arms.

“Wanda? You okay?” You wrinkled your nose. “You smell like Hawk’s stash.”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to blurt all that stuff out about you and my brother.”

Of fucking course. Of all of the times to deal with a stoned Wanda, this was not it.

“You’re fine, Wan. I don’t even care anymore.”

“I know that’s a touchy thing and I didn’t mean anything. Really.”

You nodded, your eyes following Pietro as he ascends the stairs. “I’m good. I’m just going to find a room to clear my head.”

“I can have Steve or Clint take you home,” she offered, concern in her tone. “Or do you want me to take you? Let me just grab my stuff.”

“Wanda,” you took hold of her hands, “I promise I’m good. I just need a minute to myself.”

“But — ”

You shook your head. “If I still feel weird, I’ll make Hawk take me home, yeah?” Your watch vibrated and you prayed that your face didn’t betray you.

Glassy-eyed, Wanda gave you a once over. “If you’re sure.”

You held up your hand. “I promise. I’ll text you if I need anything.” You nodded towards Clint and Natasha. “Go have fun.”

She opened her mouth to say something but is called away by Natasha.

You waited until she was completely distracted by the redhead before ambling up the staircase. You glanced at the message on your watch: I’m the last door on the right at the very end of the hall. As you passed other students — almost stopping when you catch sight of a familiar brown-eyed freshman with wild, curly hair who was definitely too young to be drinking — you thought how insane this was.

As you got closer to the room, the music from the party below faded. A sudden spread of heat rippled up your spine and pooled in your belly. You barely got the door open before you were yanked inside, lips molded against yours. His large hands cupped the back of your neck and held you against his mouth. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to do that again?”

You shook your head, your ears ringing.

“That party…I couldn’t stop fucking thinking about you, Y/N.”

“Don’t give me that sentimental shit, Maximoff.”

“I’m not — ”

You palmed the outline of his bulge and gave him a hard stare. “You’re going to fuck me and then we’re never speaking of this again. No more snide comments about sophomore year or about my relationships. We don’t speak.” You worked your panties down your thighs and lifted your skirt higher, your eyes cutting to his. “Well? You going to fuck me or what, Maximoff?”

His hands pawed at your hips and pushed you against the wall, hooking one of your legs around his waist.

“Fuck me from behind,” you said, “I don’t want to look in your eyes.”

Something passed in his eyes, something pained, but he just nodded and spun you to face the wall. You heard the clinking of his belt being undone and blew out a breath. Just one night — you could do that, right? Finally get Pietro out of your system and come out as unscathed as you could.

The heavy head of his cock pushed into your needy cunt, a choked groan passing your lips.

Sharp hisses of “don’t stop” and “right fucking there” left your lips as his hips rocked you into the wooden walls. He was thrusting slow and deep on purpose and you tightened around him. “Pietro, please.”

“Please, what, pretty girl?” You could hear the sneer in his voice. “I’m just doing what you asked. ‘M fucking you.”

You let out a garbled sob.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Y/N? You don’t like how slow I’m going?” He wrapped a large hand around the front of your neck and pulled you into his chest. The angle made him hit the spongy part inside you and you mewled. “You sound so pretty, baby. Like a goddamn song.”

He picked up his pace, wet, sticky noises echoing throughout the room as you struggle to catch your breath. Like you were watching your life through another’s eyes, memories of the last time you and Pietro fucked played in your mind’s eye. How contrasted then was to now: he was sweeter then, gentler. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you soft and slow. He’d consumed you — swallowed every sigh and moan and whine you let out.

But this Pietro was a man unhinged. His hips snapped into your pelvis and his hands gripped you hard enough to leave bruises. Never mind that you’d asked for this or that he complied so easily.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You gonna soak my cock, honey? Get it nice and wet for me?” His breath warmed the shell of your ear and you felt that familiar coil tighten in your belly. He leaned forward so that your forehead was resting against the wall, his hand leaving your neck to rub at your clit. You let out a wailing moan. “That’s it, pretty girl, that’s it. Cum for me just like that.”

You let out a wailing sound, a cross between a moan and a cry, and came with everything you had. You tightened around his cock and he let out a groan, spilling into you.

His chest fell and rose against your back, his lips ghosting against your sweat-slick neck. “Stay.”

“What?”

“Stay the night. With me.”

“We agreed that this was the last time, Pietro.” You slid your panties up your thighs and fixed the straps of your dress. “The next time we see each other, we’re going to be acquaintances. Familiar strangers, even. We’ve never touched, never been alone together.”

“You’re fucking serious.” An incredulous snort left his lips. “Why are you so determined to ruin something good before it even starts?”

“Is this?” You turned to face him. “Something good?”

He furrowed his dark brows. “It could be.”

“Which parts? Getting close to me just to fuck me? Pretending to want to be with me?” You let out a scoff. “Was I just something to distract you? Were you bored and that’s why you fucked me?”

“No, Y/N. I — ”

“You knew that I liked you, didn’t you?” Pietro paused. “You knew. And, what, you thought it was cute or, or pathetic, right? That I was still that dorky girl next door who was best friends with your sister.”

“That’s not true.”

“But you’ve done it before, right? Spun some pretty lies to some poor girl in Grady’s and, then what? You just pass by her on campus like she never existed?”

“You’re not being fair, Y/N.”

You gave his chest a small shove. “It’s not about you, Maximoff. It’s about me. I’m allowed to protect myself.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I would never.” He said it so vehemently, with such sureness, you couldn’t help but soften your features some.

“You don’t think you already have?” Your voice broke. “I spent a fucking year trying to get over you. I broke Kurt’s heart, Pietro, and for what?”

“Y/N…”

You shook your head and moved towards the door. “We’re done here, Pietro. For good.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — pietro is one of my favorite people to write, i swear. of course, i had to be angsty and ramble but i'm glad that i managed to write something after such a long time

#ask me anything ♡♡♡#message received 💌#order received 📦#hey nonnie 👋🏽#touch #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x black!reader #frat boy!pietro maximoff #best friend's brother!pietro maximoff #college!black!reader #college au #best friend's brother!pietro maximoff x black!reader

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I love ur works sm💔👭👭👭👭 im v new here hiiiiejjrjrjfjjcjd

thank you thats incredibly sweet oh my god!! 💕🤧 I hope you like it around here!!! Have a good day/night anon!!!

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I feel like Eddie is the type to say "you are so cute when your mad" in the middle of an argument

no yeah, he totally would be. especially if he does something he wasn't supposed to 😌

"eddie!" you threw your hands up in exasperation at your boyfriend. he was amazing and wonderful and you loved everything about him. except when he decided to be this reckless, "you're an idiot!"

"babe, what's the big deal?" he didn't quite follow your logic but he hated seeing you upset or worried or anything that wasn't happened. your eyes narrowed as you turn to him, arms folded across your chest, "you're-"

"edward munson," you lightly swatted his chest as you tried to push past him and into his bedroom, "you have no sense of your own mortality and i don't want to see you get hurt! i'm sorry for being so concerned about your wellbeing, you...big dumb fool!"

"i think you're overreacting," he knew he'd said the wrong thing as soon as he saw the expression on your face, "o-or not."

"you and your silly little minions went out and fucked around with half of the population of school," you grabbed one of his discarded shirts and threw it at him, "what if someone had caught you?!"

"nothing happened," he insisted as he followed you into the room, "babe, i'm sorry. i'll be more careful next time."

"next time-"

"you know, you're so cute when you're mad," he offered you that silly smile, all teeth and dimples and softness, "baby."

"eddie-"

"let me make it up to you," he reached for your hand and pulled you towards him, gently placing a soft kiss on your lips, "i'm sorry."

"mhmm," you couldn't but steal a few more kisses, "bastard."

"your bastard."

"all mine. always."

#･:*:･♡･:*:･♡ message received #eddie munson #best boyfriend eddie #or perhaps best bastard eddie 😌

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etherealising · 7 months

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New chapter was so fucking good, I’m finally just getting around to reading it now!

Literally just tear my heart out and rip it to shreds. I love them both so much it’s ridiculous.

The pendant. The bouquet call back. Him knowing her allergies like it’s second nature. Just everything about them really 🥺

Love love love all the way from Aus

Yayy! I’m so glad to hear you enjoyed it!!1

honestly it should be my full time job, but i do love them so much it’s ridiculous like how did we get so invested?

they are my favorite thing in he world and yeah it’s biased but these loser just make me so happy 🥲

like obviously austria exist but i’m assuming the love you speak of is coming from australia in which case thank you bestie forcing all your love into my heart 🫶🏽

#no hate to austria or anything lol #crazy b/c i’ve been debating visiting australia after graduation #but also like probably not because i get anxiety #just thinking about all the ways i contribute to climate change : (#anyway no one cares #but i’m so happy you can connect with this fic and these characters!#i love receiving these messages 😭#i know i say that constantly but this community just makes me really happy!#all i ever knew only you ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊#vee answers °•. ✿ .•°

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wo-onu · 1 year

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Is it cool to request Haejoon’s reaction to his crush who is a friend to him, seeking advice on confessing to someone they love who is not him? It’s fine to do a headcanon or a oneshot, it’s up to you :)

thank you so much for requesting, starburst777 ♡ this was a fun request to write because it’s cool to explore just how unhinge my ocs can be. i hope this is to your liking! if there’s anything else, don’t hesitate to tell me ♡ [also sorry it took some time to post/answer ㅠㅡㅠ]

╰₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢ [haejoon character profile]

* ・✦⇢ contents :: yandere!oc with a darling who wants to confess to someone else [hcs + scenarios] 1.9k

* ・✦⇢ warnings/cw :: general yandere themes, manipulative behaviour, slight coercion.

* ・✦⇢ additional notes :: can be read as gender neutral. no particulars were described.

* :: [important ! the use of -ah in one’s name can determine closeness or affection towards another person. usually used by an older gen but people close in age or the same age friend groups also use as a way of casual speaking.

* saying ya/yah (an informal way of saying hey) is considered rude when saying to an older person even if they’re only a year older or even someone who has a higher rank than you (eg. if you’re superior or any sunbae at a workplace is younger than you, formal speech will still apply to them even if they’re younger)

* sunbae = senior , hoobae = junior]

* :: likes/reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated! my ask is open for reqs~

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~ ☆゜haejoon with a darling who wants to confess to someone else !

ʚ ﹒ ﹕ ̟乀 kang haejoon !

* `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ in this scenario, it will be more hypothetical and just talks about confessing to someone. it was sort of the aftermath of your break up with someone; haejoon and you were alone in a club room, waiting for everyone else to arrive as only the both of you had an empty schedule before club time.

“sunbae, have you ever dated?” haejoon’s expression remained calm; however, if you looked closely, you can see that his pupils were shaking. he was stuck because he once read in some sort of self help book that talking about your past relationships with a person you’re interested with will never be a good thing. mind going about a hundred miles per second, he settled on honesty. if it was anyone else, he’d bury it and take it to his grave, instead, it was you. you will appreciate his honestly more than any sort of falseness.

“huh... well, not really? honestly... it’s a bit embarrassing to say but i haven’t been with anyone at all,” he sheepishly replied. he doesn’t particularly care about having relationships because he generally don’t really see people as people, he just doesn’t know whether he will look uncool because of his inexperience in your eyes. that was his only concern.

truthfully, if he hadn’t memorised you, he might think you’re finally gaining an interest in him. but he has to remind himself over and over— albeit, only in his own head— that this is you. you’re not asking because you see him as a potential love interest, you’re only asking because of pure curiosity.

he was proven right moments later when you told him, “i’ve been thinking... about relationships and stuff”

with an aching heart, despite trying to convince himself he didn’t have any expectations anyway, he could only reply with a soft “oh yeah? lets hear it, [name]-ah”

“hm... i was thinking, i thought that back then, romantic relationships were very important. but now that i’ve experienced it, it just feels like... every other relationship. um, how do i say this....” he only looks at you, encouraging you to continue with a rare small smile.

“whether it’s friendships, relationships, or whatever... anyways, it’s just like any other person to person type of relationship, nothing more and nothing less? just like... how i try to be considerate and somehow mindful towards people i consider friends or family, a romantic partnership is TJE same. so that... i couldn’t just accept anyone’s confessions just because i thought i wouldn’t be able to date in this lifetime...” as you say that, haejoon’s eyes widen just a tiny bit, and for some reason, you could see relief on his face. you continued, “and also... you know too, right sunbae? everyone always says i’m too pessimistic and that i do not know how to love someone... i just thought if i get into a relationship... it may not seem that way as much anymore.”

“so, you’re saying that you accepted because you thought this was your only chance? and it wasn’t that you liked him?”

“well... yea? i guess i had a positive feeling about him somewhat for me to accept him right?”

“hm... then, wasn’t that just because you were dating him in name?”

a pregnant pause came as you could only gape as you ponder over your sunbae’s words. it wasn’t entirely impossible. in fact, if you were being honest, it was more possible than it was impossible.

“perhaps... i was really curious about what it was like dating because everyone kept making a fuss about it. it felt like i only liked the title so i... huh”

“well, it’s a bit of a shock,” he reached out to play with the ends of your hair, a sly smile on his lips, “worrying that nobody will like you...” he paused, seemingly shy.

“if you ever want anyone, just have me. go come to me,”

“what the... sunbae! are you tempted by me too? eyyy~ don’t be like that, it’s exhausting to be this wanted~”

haejoon burst into a fit of laughter, holding onto your shoulders as he laughed soundlessly, body shaking.

“well, why not~ let’s go build an empire together once you graduate~”

“....sunbae, on the other hand, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. i want to establish a good company, too.”

“right? doesn’t it sound nice?”

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* `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ in this instance, if you love someone who is not haejoon, he will honestly gaslight you to hell just so you will think and convince yourself otherwise.

* `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ if he was just a bit more sane and normal, he would’ve let you experience those things and let you go. but haejoon has long since realised that he’s not exactly normal and that he’s not exactly willing to let you go, despite never having the guts to confess. however, no other people are allowed. this time, he’s not willing to let you go roam and explore those type of feelings if not with him.

* `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ reuniting with you made him so, so happy. and in his mind, if this isn’t fate, then what is? therefore, he decided that he’s ready to own you completely. after all, he’s let you spread your wings enough all these years, no? but what are you suddenly talking about... having feelings for someone else? loving someone else? why do you have to go and think such useless things when you have him?

“sunbae,” you were hanging out with haejoon, it’s been a few months since both of you has reunited. and if you’re being honest, you were slightly disappointed in yourself that you let the contact between the two of you vanish once he graduated.

with a quiet hum, he turned to you, head tilted.

“um... this might sound weird but... may i ask for your thoughts?”

“always,”

a slight awkwardness filled you, you’re unsure how to receive your sunbae’s boundless affection towards you. now that you’re aware that he has always looked out for you instead of what you originally had thought of him trying to bother you then, you don’t know how to make it up to him. not that he wanted you to, but knowing that just doubles the mix of guilt and gratefulness you felt towards him.

“i just wanted to get your advice on something...” you looked away, fiddling with your fingers anxiously.

“anything,” he said with a slight smile.

“you see... i think... this time, i’ve... finally... f-fallen for someone,” your face was calm, however, haejoon could notice the slight flush and shyness you’re feeling. gripping the end of your sleeves, you look at him expectantly.

haejoon’s mind was working harder than ever before. truthfully, his time away from you should’ve dulled his feelings and yet, here he is: he didn’t think it was possible for him to have such a devastating devotion towards you even more now, but he was proven wrong the day he met you once again. of course, it wasn’t like he was totally unprepared for that. not when his hired informants had told him that you’re frequently in that area. that’s right, your accidental reunion wasn’t so accidental, after all. if need be, he will make it your absolute fate to be tied to him one way or another.

“you think?” a pause, “hmm... based on my observations ever since we’ve met again, you don’t seem so in love though? ya, my precious hoobae~ won’t you trust this sunbae who knows you more than anyone, hm?”

“oh. is that so?” you slight frown, unconvinced. you were quite a self aware person, but it is also quite true that your sunbae knows you more than anyone you know, probably even yourself. what if you’re just convincing yourself of liking someone just to prove you can once again?

“it might not be the case but... i want you to be absolutely sure, since you are such a precious person to me,” he smiled, clutching your hands as if to relay his sincerity.

“that’s true too... but sunbae, if my feelings are serious, you will support me right? i mean, i don’t know about these things and since you’re also a guy... it might help getting your perspective.”

“yes, of course. i’ll gladly help my [yn]-ah with everything.”

“thanks... i feel strangely comforted with that,”

haejoon beamed, happy that you feel at ease with him now. back then, it was so hard even just getting a meal or being alone with you. he could feel the alertness and wariness in your entire body. you hid it well but never from him; to him you were like a hissing cat that you yourself seem to adore. but now, it felt like you truly have warmed up to him and even initiate closing the gap between the two of you.

if that was the case, how could he ever let himself allow anyone else to have you now? even if it is your will, he simply can’t allow such a thing to happen. not again. if you truly wanted to confess, a little threat to that useless person will be easy. after that, he will be your only support through the inevitable heartbreak it will cause. he also has the option to send that bastard far, far away. he knows you might not be willing to start a long distance relationship, especially if it’s something new.

he ran every single possible scenario in his head and calculated that no matter what, it will be a win for him. therefore, all he did was caress your hands a little.

“[yn]-ah... you haven’t forgotten have you?” lost in your own self-reflection, his voice brought you back to life.

“hm, yes? yeah?”

“i told you before, right?” there was something strangely seductive in his eyes, mouth slightly curved into a smile, “if you want to have anyone, just come to me. you can have me,” instead of the unworthy people that seems to hover around you.

“what...” a dumbfounded pause, “what are you talking about again?!”

“once you find out your real intentions and it turns out you just want someone, don’t go far... just come to me, hm?”

“but...”

“you dislike it? you don’t like the thought of having me?”

“ya! ... this sunbae, don’t say terrible things.. seriously. it’s not that... it’s just,”

ignoring your informal speech despite using honourifics he tried convincing you even further, “i am far more trustworthy than any guy you’ve ever met,”

“that’s debatable,” you jest

“this rude... anyway. you don’t dislike it, right? i don’t think i’m quite a bad catch... although you’re the only girl who’s ever really been not afraid of me... you know it too right? i also don’t have any romantic experience because people are too wary of my background and... my personality.”

“sunbae... has everyone realised your two face? well, you do have quite a terrible personality,”

while it’s true that he was lacking proper dating experience; it was not because of others but him. he had everyone throwing themselves at him so it wasn’t hard to get anyone. he also has a face everyone liked. however, all he could offer those people was a good time in bed to release all his pent up stress. he will never be in a useless relationship when his end goal has always been belonging with you.

“yes, yes. but this time, i really mean it. you know i won’t ever joke about these things right?”

“hmm”

“come on, [yn]-ah. this has never changed back then, it won’t change now.”

“well...”

“let’s date, hm?”

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