#'well wait a minute what's wrong with that!! I meant my silly reply and I don't regret posting it

[probablyspooky]

Royalty (Predator x Fem!Reader) Part 3

[Previous]

The air in the carriage was thick as you returned home, Yidaar sat ahead of you, as Janessa sat next to him, a scowl on her face the whole ride home. You thought of asking her what was wrong, but the atmosphere she produced in the small enclosed space you currently occupied told you that you should let it lie for now.

With the halt of the carriage, Yidaar exited first, turning to help you down, but before your hands could meet, Janessa slammed the door shut, now the two of you were currently alone in the carriage.

“Janessa?” you gasped, sitting back into your seat, a bit unnerving about the sudden predicament. 

Janessa quickly shoved her face into the space that occupied yours.

“You have some nerve...” she hissed, sitting back down with a huff, “All those investors, their inventions their weapons! You denied every single one of them! For what? Some moral code!?”

Her eyes darted around the room as if she was going crazy.

“I’m sorry...but I’d rather rule by laws and policy, rather then instilling fear into smaller populace that live in the kingdom I rule,” you said, adjusting your crown slightly on your head.

“Think of the money that could lead you to higher power! Me to a nicer rank of lifestyle!” she shouted, “If you would stop thinking about yourself for a minute! Think about the people around you! How would your father feel about his daughter ruling a kingdom by using silly little words rather than asserting your dominance over weaker forces!”

She sat, catching her breath from her tirade of greed and power, her hands smacked the cushions of the seat she sat upon. You felt your stomach move with a bit of unease, seeing that your lady in waiting was unhappy with the freedom you have given her, all the gifts, parties, standing by your side, it meant nothing to her if you didn’t give her even more in the future, a leech, suckling on the breast of your royal wealth.

“Janessa if you are unhappy with the arrangement we currently have, then perhaps you should find employment elsewhere,” you scowled, reaching for the handle to the door.

Yidaar stood outside waiting patiently for you to exit, when he heard the door unlock with an audible click, he quickly turned and bowed to you, reaching his hand out once more to take yours into his, as you stepped down into the soft grass below.

“Yidaar, see that lady Janessa have her items packed, and she be returned to her family, as she is quite unhappy with the life I have provided, she may return to her own.” You said, turning to give her one last look, before turning again and walking back into your palace.

Yidaar looked as you walked off, and then turned his attention back to the carriage where Janessa sat, much like a child who was refused a treat in a store. He pulled his wrist up to his wrist computer, communicating with the other royal guard, alerting them to Janessa's termination, and that she must be escorted from the palace grounds.

In another part of the palace, you had already made your way back to your chambers, a nice tower room, plenty of window space as the sun shines into your room. You sniffled, as the weight of losing one of your closest friends, the shame of providing someone so much who demanded more hitting you like a sack of bricks. You took off your shoes, and then your skirt, leaving you in your undergarments onesie as you collapsed into your plush bed. You brought the large silk pillow to your face, turning to look out the window as small tears rolled down your cheeks, wetting the cloth below.

After a bit, you could hear the soft tapping of someone at your door.

“Yes?” you perked up, turning to the door, “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” the voice of Yidaar responded, “May I come in?”

You thought for a moment, quickly taking the blanket over your person.

“Yes, come in.” you replied, watching as the large door opened, and the large yautja guard came in.

“Are you well, my lady?” he asked, standing at attention at the end of your bed.

“I am fine Yidaar, thank you for asking,” you said, looking up at him.

He seemed to stand for a moment, as the air in the room thickened, the awkward tension between the two of you, Yidaar fidgeted behind his back as he looked down at your small frame in your bed.

“My lady...” he coughed, “Are you clothed....?”

You blushed slightly, your face heating up at his question.

“I am..in my undergarments...” you replied, adjusting the blanket, allowing your ankle to slide out of the bed.

Yidaar looked down at your small foot, a growl coming from his chest. 

Slowly, Yidaars large hand reached down, to grasp the blanket that covered your body, slowly, he began to tug at the blanket, your grip on it slowly released, allowing it to slowly slide down your torso, slowly revealing you in your undergarments to Yidaar’s masked eyes.

He slowly began to lead down, as the blanket began to touch the floor, he reached up to his face, unplugging the cords that connected his mask to his equipment, he slowly took it off, and laid the mask onto the floor softly, as his large body began to creak the bed now that he knelt down on it.

“Pardon...my lady...you are just so radiant...” he purred, crawling over you.

You looked up at him, your face burning hot, as his mandibles moved slowly, he began to lower himself down to you, your legs wrapping around his large waist, Now using his elbows to hold himself up, he hovered over you, burying his face into your neck, he began to purr, his large hands grazing your sides, he began to tug at your underwear.

“Yidaar....it is...my first...” you mumbles, touching his chest with your hands

“Would you have me?” he asked, as he began to pull the strings of his loincloth

“It would mean so much to me, if you would take me Yidaar...” you whispered, cupping his cheek into your hand, motioning for him to look you in the eyes.

He clicked, as he pressed his lips to yours, a groan coming from his chest as he kissed you passionately.

You moaned into his mouth, as he ripped the underwear from your body, tossing the small cloth to the side, he adjusts himself, pulling away from your mouth as he sat up and took off his chest plate, dropping it to the ground with a thud.

He pulled his member out, and gave it a stroke, the size by the looks of it, sent shivers down your spine, afraid of how it was going to fit...

“Are you ready my lady...?” he purred, giving himself another stroke

Before  you could respond, the door to your chambers opened swiftly, Yidaar quickly tucked and rolled onto the ground, grapping his mask, and rolling under your head. You were shocked by how quickly he had managed to do that. The blanket was thrown back onto the bed by an invisible force, and your attention turned back to the door as you covered yourself. It was your father the King.

“Father!” You exclaimed, pulling the blanket over yourself, “What brings you here?”

“My darling, I heard of Janessa’s termination, I have only come to see if you are well. I can understand the feeling of betrayal from one you held close,” your father said, sitting on the edge of your bed, looking around your room for a moment.

“I am well father, do believe I have done it in the best interests of our kingdom.” you replied, as you  watched heavy invisible footprints walk across your carpet and into the hall.

Your father looks around a bit puzzled.

“Where is Yidaar? I was hoping to apologize for...earlier...” he stammered

Before you could respond, Yidaar walked back into the room, fully dressed.

“I am here Lord,” he stood straight and tall in the same room as your father.

“Yidaar my boy! No hard feelings for earlier, correct?” your father smiled, taking Yidaar’s large hand into his own, giving it a good shake, a pat on the shoulder to go along with it.

“Your jokes always amuse me your highness” Yidaar chirped, giving you a side glace.

“Good good...Well I hope you two are excited for the royal hunting trip” your father chuckled, adjusting his large fur coat that hung off his body loosely.

Your mind sprang a bit at the mention of the hunting trip.

“Isn’t that till next month?” you asked, looking at your father and back at Yidaar.

“Yes...But I am afraid that my condition...well..” your father pauses, “I just wish to have a special memory for you to remember me by.”

The grim shadow that hung over the room stung you like a beehive. 

“I understand father...” you mumbled, feeling the dread overcoming your body.

Your father gave your foot a squeeze, and waved goodbye to Yidaar as he walked out of the room. 

Yidaar turned back to you.

“Are you alright my lady?” he asked, slowly walked around the bed, standing by your side.

“I...I...” you stammered, your voice breaking at the thought of the time you will no longer have your father in your life.

You felt the tears rain down as your blanket became soaked with your tears.

Soon you felt the large embrace of Yidaar cradling you in his arms as you wept into his chest.

The next day, you were dressed in warm clothing, your (hair type hair) was let loose, and you were taken by Yidaar to your royal horse, the reigns in his hand as he lead you with the hunting party deep into the forest.

“I have never been hunting before Yidaar, is it fun?” you ask, looking to the side, I would say look down, but we all know Yidaar is tall enough you can just look over and his head is there.

“My people hunt the most dangerous game for honor and glory, humans hunt for sport, fun...I would be lying it there weren’t time where I found it enjoyable.”

You smiled, looking at the large trees that surrounded the large hunting party.

Soon the King signaled with his fist in the air, that they have found the campsite.

“My men! Ready your weapons! Let the servants set up camp, let the men take up arms and find a magnificent beast to bring back for supper!”

You sighed, as Yidaar lifted you off your horse, setting you on the ground. You watched most of the men grab their weapons and follow your father blindly into the forest to hunt.

“I wish I could follow...” you grumbled, kicking at the dirt slightly as Yidaar grabbed your bags off the horses side pouches.

“Perhaps...If you allow it, we can capture something together?” Yidaar said, walking over to a small clearing, placing your bags down.

“That would be lovely!” you cheered, walking over to him.

After a bit, Yidaar had managed to set up your large tent, and he waited outside for you to change into your tight jumpsuit.

“Yidaar, may you help with the zipper?” you called from within the tent.

“Of course!” he exclaimed, walking in.

You could feel him tug the zipper, and hear it zip.

“I meant to close...”

“Oh my mistake...”

Now that you  were properly dressed, Yidaar reached to his side pocket, pulling out a small stick, he pressed a button, making sure you were watching, it extends

“This is my combistick” he explains, “from my people”

“It is beautiful” you said, looking at in awe

Together he lead you to the forest, he seemed to become a different being whilst the two of you walked, taking in the scents of nature as the two of you walked. After a bit, he puts his hand ahead of you signaling you to stop. He puts his finger to the area where his lips would be, telling you to hush. He points ahead, a small rabbit sat in a clear, munching away on some vegetation.

He raises his stick above his head, and reels back to fire it, your heart pumped as he pointed the weapon to the small animal. He fired ahead, striking it down in a single hit. He walked ahead, grabbing the small corpse and holding it above his head, he roared into the sky.

Back at the palace, a disgraced Janessa stood outside the gates, cloaked, she seemed to be speaking to someone who stood rather tall next to her.

“I want her gone, she has embarrassed this kingdom enough,” she growled

A familiar clicking noise could be heard.

“This is a large task...you better have payment for something like this...”

“I’ll give you half now, half later when I am on the throne...”

Janessa looks up to the tower where your bedroom would be.

“I will frame that useless guard for her death...”

#predator #yautja #yautja x reader #predator x reader

[severussnaperevived]

The polyjuice potion, SnapeXreader

Description: You are in class when you decide to pill a prank on snape but it leads somewhere unexpected.

Warning: NSFW, Sexual content

You head towards the potions classroom, you join the queue at the door and wait for the professor, he suddenly comes into view, storming to the door and unlocking it, everyone takes their seats, “today we are making polyjuice potion, go to page 106 the instructions are there” says Professor Snape, you sit there staring at the professor thinking about him in a towel, your eyes suddenly meet and you can feel him trying to enter your mind, you let him in and think stay out of my mind Severus before kicking him out, Professor jumps at your response and you get up and get your ingredients.

There is 15 minutes left of class by the time you have finished your potion, professor was standing behind you facing the other direction, you drop a hair into it then drink it, professor Snape spins around “your not meant to drink it without my promition silly girl” says professor Snape, your eyes become levelled with professors some students gasp other giggle, the professor stood there unsure what to think about what he is looking at, “when did you get my hair?” asks professor Snape angrily, “just before when you were tending to their potions” you reply painting to the students on the next table, “detention for a month” he yells, “what” you say, “and stay after class until it wears off, the rest if you are dismissed now get out” he yells, all the students get up and leave the classroom, you and the professor are now alone he goes and sits at his desk, you get up and walk over to him with a funny walk, “what is wrong with you” he asks, “well ive never had a penis before, it feels weird” you reply, he chuckled to himself at you response, “professor i need to use the bathroom” you say, he looks up at you “well hold it” he says, “i don’t think i can” you say, he looks you in the eye angrily “be back in 5”, you look at him, “what are you waiting for” he aks angrily, “i don’t know what to do” you say, “go” he yells, you leave the room and go to your own room to use your bathroom, as you pee you realize you gave yourself an erection, “great” you say to yourself, you walk back into your room and grab a pear of sweatpants and a shirt and head back to the classroom, Severus looked at you as you did an even weirder walk into the classroom, “whats wrong with you now?” he asked “i gave myself an erection, have you ever had one while wearing knickers” you reply, he looked at you and laughed, “no i haven't” he says, you begin to remove all your clothes, the professor gets up and walks over to you, “what are you doing” he says, “im changing into something more comfortable, can you pass me my clothes, he turns to grab your clothes and when he turns back he notices the potion is wearing off and that you are now standing in front of him fully naked, you look at him and notice he has an erection, “i can help you with that” you say, he looks at you trying to process what he is seeing.

You walk up to him and give him a passionate kiss on the lips, he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you onto his desk, you unbutton his pants and pull them down with his boxers, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself inside you, he moans as he feels your tight walls around his cock, “Severus remember to pull out so i don’t get pregnant” you whisper in his ear, "no need to worry there is a contraceptive spell over the school” he replies, you relax after hearing him say that as he pounds into you harder and faster, “are you close, im not going to last much longer” he says, you whisper in his ear “ive already cummed”, after hearing that he lets out a groan as he cums deep inside you, he pulls himself out then pulls up his pants, “so what does this mean now?” you ask, he looks at you and thinks for a minute, “i really enjoyed myself but it was wrong” he replies, “so what would you like to do now, act like it never happened or hook up again?” you ask, “i think its best to not see each other again, well not until you are older, i really like you” he says, you smile at him as you finish getting dressed and head out the door.

#severus snape #pro snape #professor snape #snape #harry potter #snape community #severus snape imagine #snape imagine #severus snape x reader #snape fandom #snapedom #snape smut

[sunny6677]

RED GUY X MALE! READER

(YES IM KINDA HYPERFIXATED ON DHMIS shut it /j)

(I also hc that due to their little.. situation-- the crew kind of doesn't have a firm concept of what romantic love truly is.)

(And please note this is the first time I wrote a fic for DHMIS. I tried to capture Red as good as i could, so please be easy with me if I got him out of character at some parts. Thats just how I think he'd be showing affection.)

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In this silly little world, of silly little things; Y/N and his friends were having fun, playing loads of games and playing with strings.

Then the power went out, and gosh, oh no! Y/N was left to sit with Red Guy all alone.

The Duck and Yellow went out to go find whatever source of power they could use for a compromise, while Y/N and Red waited together in company.

The two friends were left together, coveted in the dark, making sure they were close but apart.

Y/N held his knees against his chest, and took a long breath. "You, um.. think anyone'll come by while were alone? Like those.. teachers, or whatever." Asked Y/N, looking up at the tentacle covered man.

"Well, you never really know, do you?" Replied Red, readjusting his position. "I.. I guess not?" Replied Y/N, averting his gaze from his red friend beside him. He out a slightly terrified groan as he looked down at the ground.

"Hey.. on the bright side, at least you won't be alone if one does come along." Red said, in an attempt to cheer Y/N up from his rather depressed look. He didn't want to seem as if he held no empathy for the shorter/taller man.

Y/N widened his eyes, slightly looking up. "Well, yeah.. I know.. i'm just worried about what they're gonna do to me.. or any of you by chance."

"Dont worry too much, besides.. unfortunately, I'll be here."

Y/N looked further at the now averted gaze of his red friend, and softly smiled at the little nervous twinkle in his eyes. "Heh.. I guess I'm grateful then. Thank you.."

A moment of silence passed the two friends, as the shadows still surrounded them, an empty void all around them and tangling them up. Y/N looked down at his lap, and then his hand. He was shaking. Yet he couldn't seem to understand why. Usually he was never this afraid of the dark.

"So, um.. when are you all gonna kick me out?"

"What?"

Red turned to look at Y/N, raising his eyebrow as if he didn't know what he(Y/N) meant by that. Y/N only looked down at his lap again, and his lips quivered as his hands shivered from the sheer embarrassment of asking that question washed over him like a big tidal wave.

"Well.. since you all.. don't seem to like me much, um.. I figured you were.. um.. all gonna kick me out."

...

A second of silence passed, and then Red spoke up.

"Well, we aren't ever gonna kick you out."

"R.. Really?.."

"Yes.. and i.. I don't believe we hate you either. As.. as a matter of fact, I suppose.."

He couldn't help but notice what appeared to be a faint pink form on his "cheeks".

"..I like.. I like your presence. I like.. I like looking at you. I like seeing you everyday. I like hearing you everyday. It's a shame, but.. there's a lot to like about you."

"Wha.. really? Um.. sorry for repeating that again, but, um.. wow. I didnt-- I didn't think you did.. erm.. sorry for interpreting it wrong, my fault."

"No, stop apologizing. You already do that enough.."

"Oh, um, sorr-- oh wait.. nevermind."

The two sat in silence again, for about a good few minutes. Y/N kept finding himself drawing his attention to Red no matter how hard he tried not to look at him. He, for some reason, was like a radiant sun to him. And he was the ocean below.

Y/N sighed. And did something to compensate for what he was feeling.

He then quickly scooted closer to Red. Red slightly glared down at Y/N, and only raised an invisible eyebrow at his sudden movement. He stared down at him like a telescope staring at a star intensely.

"Why'd you move closer?"

"I dunno.. uh.. I guess you-- you make me feel a bit safer. I-- I can move away if you want--"

"No. Dont."

"O-- Okay.."

A minute of silence passed. Y/N couldn't help but feel a gaze every now and then staring upon him, to the point where he sort of began to feel creeped out. He tucked in his knees again, and slightly whimpered.

It was a bit annoying for him to be like this. He wasn't as tough as the others, he was a little too soft in fact. He knew he should have gotten used to the world around him by now, but for some reason unlike the others, he just.. couldn't.

"Hey."

Y/N flinched curiously at Red randomly speaking at him.

"Look at me."

Y/N felt.. uncertain by this sudden request, but he felt it would be impolite to refuse, so he obliged and stared into the soulless eyes of the one whom requested of him do so. He felt his face warm up a bit.

The way Red was looking at him felt a bit different this time; usually his eyes would be devoid of all emotion and filled with endless sarcasm, yet he could seem to see an emotion he hadn't ever quite seen inside those black eyes of his before.

Red raised his hand, and Y/N slightly lowered his body, not having a clue as to what he could have possibly been about to do. He then felt the hand land on the top of his head, but in a soft manner. And then.. it.. began to rub. Gently.

He felt it go through the tendrils and seperate parts of his hair gently. He had to admit, it did feel a bit.. nice. Yet a tingly sensation ached in his heart; what was with this all the sudden?

"Um.. what are you doing?"

"...I don't know."

Silence.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No-- no.. keep going.. if you want."

He kept rubbing his hand along his hair, then slowly moved his hand to his face. Gently, he caressed his cheek while still staring at him with a longing glitter of emotions sparkled all across. He didn't know why, but he could have sworn he saw a big blush spread across his cheeks, even in the depths of darkness.

"What-- are you doing this for?" Y/N asked, staring at him.

"...I think i like touching you."

"Oh.. uh.. okay?"

He nervously laughed, as Red then moved his arms foward. He then felt his hand go in circular motions around his back, and he tensed, but his body relieved after a second. It felt calming.. but he still couldn't understand why Red was doing this.

After a while.. he felt himself be pulled closer by of course, Reds arms. He was embracing him now, great. But he couldn't deny it, a little embarrassing as it was, it was a comforting gesture. Reds hand went to his back again, and it rubbed in a circular motion.

As for Reds head, it gently lay atop Y/Ns head, as he left his eyes closed in the softness of the moment. Y/N couldn't help but lay his head on his shoulder.

"I don't think I've ever been this close to someone before."

"Is that why your doing this?"

"...a little, maybe."

...

...

"When.. when the power comes back on, you.. you wanna stay like this?"

"..yes, at least until they're back."

He didn't know why, but even in this moment, you felt as if something horrible was going to happen to him. But he didn't mind. He liked being close with Red. And Red liked being close with him.

He.. he liked Red.

#donthugmeimscared #redguy #red guy x reader #dhmis x reader #dhmis tv show

[vivgen]

man shout out to me who made this shitty one lined comment in the replies of a post and kinda paused, looking at it for a sec

and then I said into the open air at absolutely no one, "do I use social media like my old man uses facebook? yes. does that really matter? no. cringe culture is dead, and separating yourself from your parents is a useless concept anyway because humans are all connected to each other in a transcendental way." (as close to an exact quote as I can remember even though I might word it differently trying to make the point written out)

and I kinda sat here,, half expecting a reply,,

and I realized I was quite alone and felt really silly lmao

#viv.txt #glimpses into my life include: waxing philosophical for no reason whatsoever and sounding fucking nuts #anyway reason I felt impelled to say that out loud was cause my brain was like #'yk if this was a facebook post and you were 50 and replying w/ this in the comments of it #it would read the Exact same' #and I kinda thought about it for a moment #and I was like 'huh. I guess you're right' #but then I thought #'well wait a minute what's wrong with that!! I meant my silly reply and I don't regret posting it #so it doesn't matter that my social mannerisms potentially mirror people older than me!!' #like I found it pertinent to drive the point home to myself that it's nothing to be embarrassed about #human connection is natural and we spend too long being ashamed of what makes us who we are #I'm not about to be embarrassed about smth natural like that!! and no one can make me!! #if you refuse to be ashamed of something even to yourself then it has no power over you #and no one else can utilize it against you to make you ashamed either!! #therefore if I sound like an old man then tough!! I was raised by one so what are u gonna do about it!!

[xoxo-teddybear]

Hey! I saw that you have fics based on Victorious and those are my absolute favorites. Im not sure if you aren taking requests but I like the idea of the episode where Jade goes to Tori for help with getting Beck back. What if Bakugou was Jade and he has to get help from the one person he never thought he would go to.... that damn nerd, Deku.

I love your Bakugou fics! I have read them all and some multiple times. You write him so perfectly!

You know what?….I like this idea. So ima do it. I KNOW REQUESTS ARE CLOSED but some of y’all just be hitting the target PERFECTLY

Love Me Again…Please? - Bakugou Katsuki - Victorious Inspired

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, crack, angst, cursing, crying

Summary: read request

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

You were sitting by yourself at lunch waiting for your friends and boyfriend to arrive. You got there a little early and decided to just wait on your phone until Kaminari arrived.

“Hey, what’s up Y/N!” He said as his perky usual self. You giggled before putting down your device to give him a greeting.

“Hey Kami- WOAH!”

Just before you could finish your sentence, Mina came rushing to your table and slammed into you as she took the seat to your left. She was smiling and bursting with excitement and curiosity as she asked: “WHAT IS THIS?”

You looked at the picture she was showing you on her phone and scoffed with a laugh. “Oh, that.”

“Oh?! That’s you and Kotaro Bokuto! Together!” She squealed as she showed you the picture of you and your friend. Denki’s face grew in shock before he took the phone out of Mina’s hand to see the pic.

“No way…..THAT’S Y/N AND KOTARO BOKUTO! TOGETHER!” Kaminari exclaimed in shock.

“Why’re you guys so impressed?” You asked as you took a sip of water.

“‘Cuz Kotaro Bokuto is Famous!” Mina said.

“And hot!” Denki added.

“His dad is also a billionaire.”

“And hot!” You and Mina both looked to Denki with a confused face as he stuttered out what he really meant. “I- I meant Bokuto.”

Mina sighed before taking the phone out of Denki’s hand to show it to you once more. “Explain this!”

“We go to the same gym when I train outside of UA. Some paparazzi saw us together and took that pic but we’re just friends!” You cleared before going back to your food.

“Uh-huh..and how does Bakugou feel about you being just friends with Kotaro Bokuto.” Mina smirked.

“Pfft, Katsuki was cool with it.” You said nonchalantly as you poked at your food and looked out the window. Your friends slanted their eyes at you until you gave in. “….he threw a rock at me.”

“Yeah, well I’d be careful. ‘Cuz I don’t think Bakugou is the type to be okay with you being friends with someone like Bokuto.” Mina warned. You took her words into consideration but you trusted that your Suki knew you better than that.

—

Wow. Guess you were wrong. Because Bakugou was following you down the stairs in the dorms as you peacefully tried to walk to the common rooms to see your friends. It was the morning of a Friday and you just wanted a calm day at school before you went to visit your parents at home tomorrow but of course your boyfriend had other plans.

“Hey! We’re not done talking about this,” you’re boyfriend said from behind you. You deeply sighed as you kept walking.

“I am!”

“Well I’m not.” He replied. You stopped walking as you neared the common area and turned to face him.

“Listen. Kotaro Bokuto is just a friend.” You said calmly to ensure his anger wouldn’t surface.

“Yeah. A friend who’s texted you 6 times in the past 30 minutes.” As you opened your mouth to reply, your phone went ding! to notify you of a new message. “Seven.”

“..you don’t know that’s him,” you said with a scoff and silly face.

“Is it?” He seethed through shut teeth and a blank face. You pulled out your phone to check and when you saw he was right, you quickly changed the subject.

“….What’s your favorite tropical fruit?” You asked. Bakugou rolled his eyes before answering you.

“The mango and I don’t like your new little relationship with Kotaro Bokuto.” He quickly said.

“It’s a text message,” you said waving your phone in the air before walking closer to the common rooms before he stopped you again.

“And what does it say?” He said extravagantly. “Maybe, ‘Hey Y/N! I just got richer and my face got prettier, let’s make out!’”

“Okay, let me see if I understand you,” you said walking towards your tall Pomeranian.

“Let’s see if you do.” He said with crossed arms. He towered over you but that didn’t stop your small frame from standing up to him. It didn’t matter if you looked like an elf staring up at a giant, you were gonna stand your ground.

You sighed before speaking. “Because I’m dating you, and I have been for the past 4 years now ever since junior fucking high, I can’t be friends with other guys?”

“You can be friends with ugly guys,” he smiled. You rolled your eyes at him before he continued speaking as he grabbed your arm. “But not rich, buff body, socialite athletes that are attractive and text you a hundred times a day!”

“You think Bokuto is attractive?” You snickered.

“I said he was attractive. I never said I was attracted to him. I know a good looking guy when I see one, I see myself in the mirror every morning.” He said matter of factly.

‘Cocky bastard…he’s not wrong,’ you thought to yourself as you admired your handsome boyfriend. You shook your head to stop yourself from silently praising him and got yourself back in the game. “You know what- you-..”

Before you began, you noticed Midoriya walking down the stairs and decided to get his opinion so you called him over. “Hey! Midoriya! Can you come here, please.”

Midoriya looked at the two of you and felt the tense atmosphere. He saw how pissed Bakugou looked and hesitated but still followed your directions nonetheless. “Whaaattt,” he asked hesitantly.

“If you were my boyfriend-“

“Oh! Great way to start the question,” Bakugou intervened. You placed a hand on his arm to settle him before retracting it and speaking again.

“Would you be all freaked out that I’m just friends with Kotaro Bokuto?” You asked, expecting your green haired friend to agree with you.

“Who cares what he thinks?!” Bakugou said.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t love it.” Midoriya replied to you.

“I care what he thinks!” Bakugou said and walked to stand next to Deku and face you. You laughed to yourself in disbelief as you continued the conversation.

“How can you say that? You don’t even-“

“You know, I really should find Todoroki and-“

“Nope, you stay right here!” Bakugou said, pulling him back to his place as Midoriya protested.

“You don’t think think that a boyfriend should trust his girlfriend especially when they’ve been together for so long?” You asked the freckled face as you looked at your boyfriend.

“No! I- I do!” He agreed with you.

“Get out of here, Deku.” Bakugou said.

“I’d love to,” Midoriya said and began to walk away before you called for him.

“Stay.” You demanded. He reluctantly walked back but Bakugou had another thing to say.

“Alright, you know what?” He asked.

“Tell me what.” You demanded with crossed arms.

“No! No, don’t tell her what!” Deku said, trying to stop Bakugou from making the situation worse.

“We’re done.” Bakugou said, gesturing between the two of you.

“Kacchan!” Deku exclaimed, shocked his childhood friend could do this to you. Meanwhile you laughed to yourself before you spoke.

“You’re breaking up with me?” You said with a chuckle.

“No, no, no, no, no, no he’s not.” Midoriya said, standing frozen and nervous.

“Yeah, I am.” Bakugou said and began walking away to his dorm room. You turned to him as he walked and shouted.

“You’re being ridiculous!” You called out. He turned to you as he kept walking to his room and spoke.

“What do you care?! I’m not your boyfriend anymore!” He said and walked away. You grunted in frustration before heading to your own dorm. Meanwhile, you both left a very shocked and frozen Izuku standing at the bottom of a staircase.

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Students were now walking to school and this time, Bakugou was walking alone. Usually, nobody liked to bother the blonde when he would get pissed but that was before they all grew on him. Now the only time they avoid the blonde is when he’s had a bad fight with you. Like now.

Bakugou just arrived at the gateway when 3 randoms tried to stand near him at the same side. All he had to do was give them a glare and a stern ‘no,’ before they scurried off to go somewhere else. Seeing the mess was Kirishima and Kaminari. Now Kaminari knew better than to bother the blonde but the red head being the ash blonde’s best friend decided to heck with it.

Kirishima nudged his head to Bakugou as he looked at Kaminari. The electric blonde knew what his friend was trying to do and immediately shook his head ‘no,’ to try and get out of hanging with the angry gremlin. Kaminari tried to run away but Kirishima caught his arm and dragged him to Bakugou before they both began to speak to him.

“Hey man!” Kirishima said happily.

“Hey, Bakugou,” Kaminari said slightly less enthusiastic but still with a smile.

“You look like you could use some buddies,” Kirishima said before he took a sip of water. Bakugou only grunted as he continued to poke at the ground with his foot. “Look, I just thought you would be mad and kinda upset at what happened with Y/-“

“I broke up with Y/N. Okay? I dumped her.” Bakugou said, trying to make a point that he wasn’t sad when his head and heart knew damn well otherwise. As they all began to quiet down again, the trio noticed an expensive car pull up to UA’s entrance, grabbing a lot of students’ attention.

“Woah!” Kaminari exclaimed. Everyone looked to the car and Bakugou was quick to notice your beautiful face in the passenger seat. He quietly whimpered at the sight of you with none other than Bokuto himself, who was apparently dropping you off at school now.

“Is that Kotaro Bokuto?!” Kirishima said, starstruck at the athletic teen celeb.

“Yeah! So?!” Bakugou asked his best friend with a mean face. Kirishima hesitated before speaking again and forced himself to calm down.

“Nothing!” He cooed out. “He’s gross! Hehe…protein bar?” He asked, handing the blonde a snack that he was reluctant to take.

“Gross??” Kaminari asked. “Look at him! Oh man! That guy is smoking hot! I’m serious!” Kaminari laughed before Bakugou turned to him with a glare. “I-…I should shut up.”

“Look, Bakugou, he didn’t mean it like-“

“I don’t care!” Bakugou shouted. “If Y/N wants to date that then I hope she has tons of fucking fun with it!” He said as he squeezed the snack that Kirishima gave to him.

“Umm…”

“What?!”

“..you’re hurting your protein bar.” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked down at his hand before tossing the food to the floor and storming off into the school building.

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It was the end of the day around 10:00 at night. Deku was sleeping when he was awoken by thunderous knocks repeatedly hitting his dorm room door. He yawned and stretched as he walked to the entrance and opened the door to reveal a teary-eyed Bakugou holding a kite. “Kacchan?”

The blonde ignored the green haired boy and walked in uninvited, leaving Deku at the door. “And, now you’re in my dorm.”

He shut the door and turned to face the distressed blonde that was now in his room. He walked to his childhood friend with a confused look, causing the blonde to speak. “This kite is broken.”

“Uh, okay? And?” Izuku said, thoroughly confused.

“I was just walking around the damn park and- and I saw this stupid kite stuck in a bush- and- and it’s broken and just- fucking- somebody needs to fix it!” Bakugou shouted with a broken voice as tears flowed down his face. Izuku got the idea that the blonde actually meant that he was broken and somebody needs to fix him. Playing along with the game, Izuku spoke up again.

“…You want me to fix your kite?” He asked. Bakugou threw the toy to the ground as he snapped at the teenager in front of him.

“Will you forget about the fucking kite?!” He screamed at Deku.

“I’m..sorry I brought it up?” He replied. Bakugou began crying and sobbing as he threw his head back to try and stop his tears.

“I want Y/N back!” He sobbed. Deku nodded as he figured that was the problem and allowed the explosive boy to cry in his dorm.

“But you broke up with Y/N.” Izuku reminded him.

“I know! Just like when I was 7 and I threw away my All Might plushy but then I realized I fucking wanted it back! But it was too damn late because my mom already gave it away to some greedy orphans!” Bakugou vented as he took a seat on Deku’s bed. Deku tilted his head in confusion as he was still dazed from slumber before going towards the sad boy.

“Kacchan, if you want to get Y/N back then why don’t you tell her that?” He asked.

“I fucking did but she rejected me!” Bakugou cried out as he kept his head in his hands.

“Um- not to be mean but, why’re you coming to me for help?” The green haired boy asked. Bakugou finally looked up to him with red eyes that were filled with water as he spoke.

“Because I don’t want anyone who’s cool to see me like this!” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Deku sighed before finally giving in to help him.

“Okay, maybe you should- wait are we friend- we’re not even friends!” Deku cried out in realization. Bakugou continued crying trying to get some help.

“Well yeah! But maybe if you fucking help me then maybe I’ll like you!” The blonde sobbed. Deku walked over to sit on the edge of his bed next to the crying teen.

“So, if I help you I get a mean friend and a broken kite?” He asked. Bakugou lifted his face from crying before reaching behind him to grab one of Deku’s pillows.

“Listen! Just fucking talk to Y/N for me! Okay?!” Bakugou asked as he slammed his face into the pillow and sobbed into it, biting at it with his sharp teeth. Deku looked around for no help as Bakugou kept crying and after a minute he gave in and hesitantly began to pet the blonde’s head awkwardly.

“…Okay….Okay! Okay, I’ll talk to Y/N!” Deku said. Bakugou kept his face in the now damaged pillow as he spoke.

“Do it soon,” he said in a muffled and sad tone. Deku sighed at the rude but familiar behavior. Bakugou then lifted his red face from the pillow and looked down at it in guilt before giving it back to Deku. “…I- *sniff*…I kinda ripped your pillow.”

Deku nodded as he took the pillow and held onto it. “It’s okay…I’ll just..asked my grandmother to make me a new one.” Bakugou looked at him in relief and nodded before the green haired boy continued. “….if she ever comes back to life.”

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You were currently sitting at your desk finishing up some easy homework as you played gentle music in the background. You were wearing a silk sleeping set when a knock was heard at your door. You stood and calmly danced your way over to the entrance. You opened the door and was confused to find a standing Deku. You smiled nonetheless before standing to the side to let him in. “Enter.”

“Thanks,” he laughed as he walked into your dorm. You shut the door before turning to face him. You noticed he was looking around you room, listening to the music, and looking at all your graphic designs and urban styled room. “You got a cool room Y/N! Do you like staying at the dorms?”

“Heh, definitely,” you said walking over to your desk seat again. “Don’t know if you’ve noticed yet but I’m not exactly a pretty pink and perfect princess. I love my parents and all but they always told me that if I lived under their roof then I gotta live by their rules.”

“Ahh, so your roof?”

“My rules.” You said, bringing out a laugh from him and yourself. “Sooo…?”

“So! You’re probably wondering why I’m here! Probably thinking ‘Hey, Midoriya’s here. I wonder why?’” He said, imitating your voice.

“That’s how I talk?” You laughed as you took a sip of water.

“No, that’s just my generic girl voice.” Izuku laughed. You nodded your head at the answer before closing your bottle.

“Ah! I like it, do more.” You said with a giggle.

“Okay! Ummm..’Oh my gosh! Girl! You should like, totally get back together with Kacchan!’” He said with a high pitch. You squinted your eyes in confusion and titled your head as you sat up a little straighter in your chair.

“I should get back together with Bakugou?” You asked.

“Uh-huh,” Deku nodded sincerely.

“Why?” You questioned.

“‘Cuz! …He’s…you know…awesome..?” Izuku said as he struggled to get the whole sentence out. You placed your bottle down on your desk before standing up and walking towards the green haired boy.

“Guess what!” You said.

“What?” Izuku asked in a worried tone.

“I’m glad me and Bakugou broke up.” You said with an honest tone.

“Why?” Izuku asked, genuinely confused. He thought you two were a great couple. He’s known the blonde bomb for years and you’ve always brought out the best in him. Made him a better person. He was always happier around you.

“Because, I can’t remember the last time he wasn’t mad at me and did something genuinely nice for me. Not him trying to be romantic or trying to swoon me, just..him being nice. And recently, he hasn’t.” You explained.

“Oh- come on! Didn’t you just have a birthday?” Izuku asked. “He didn’t get you anything for your birthday?”

“Yeah, Bakugou doesn’t really see the point in birthdays. And so..” you said and stepped closer to Deku. “He got me a can..of lemonade.”

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“‘Cuz she likes lemonade!” Bakugou said in defense when Deku went to him and told him about the conversation.

“Yeah but out of a can??” Deku asked as he stood by his locker.

“She drank it!” Bakugou exclaimed causing Deku to roll his eyes.

“Yeah but-“

“Do I have a girlfriend or don’t I?” Bakugou asked. That’s when some random extra came up to his side and looked at him with glee.

“Do you want one?” She asked happily.

“Walk away.” He demanded with evil eyes that sent her scurrying. Izuku gave a deep sigh before walking towards a vending machine with Bakugou following. “You damn nerd! Would you just help me?! Fucking..please?!”

“I tried!” Izuku said. “Maybe you just need to move on from Y/N.”

Bakugou looked at him in shock as his mouth opened and closed multiple times as his lips quivered. In a rush, Bakugou grabbed Deku by the collar and pulled him into a janitor’s closet before turning on the light.

“And now we’re in a closet.” Izuku said in the corner with a tired tone. That’s when Bakugou turned to Izuku again full on crying.

“How could Y/N not want me back?! After everything we’ve been through??” He sobbed. “And what about me? I’m so cool! And fucking hot! I’ve got it all!”

“Yeah but girls don’t just care about how cool and hot you are.” Izuku said getting closer to the sobbing beast.

“Yeah well what else is there?!” Bakugou asked with heavy tears.

“Y/N said you hadn’t done 1 nice thing for her in the past few months. Maybe a year!” He said.

“That’s not true!” Bakugou cried. “I do things for her all the time!”

“But just to be nice? Not because you wanted it to be a romantic gesture to show your love for her or getting her to do something for you. Just being nice.” Deku added on. “Maybe she’d take you back if you did something nice for her.”

“…You mean like make her fresh lemonade?” Bakugou asked with a cracked voice causing Izuku’s head to begin aching.

“If you want Y/N back, you’re gonna have to think bigger than beverages.” Izuku said.

“A dog!” Bakugou stated and pointed at the green haired boy.

“Okay! If you’re gonna be rude-“

“No! No, Y/N’s always talking about how she wants a dog. Uh- uh- A rotten-hymer!” Bakugou said with an imaginary dog breed.

“A Rottweiler?” Izuku corrected with sarcasm.

“Yes! That’s what she wants. Okay, what’s our next move?” Bakugou asked as he began to think. That’s when the two heard an unfamiliar voice speak up.

“Just get the girl a dog!” A grumpy man said in the corner of the closet. He seemed to be napping, as he had a blanket, before the two teens came in. Noticing the strange man, Izuku stiffly looked at Bakugou to tell him to..

“Go..go! Go! Go! Out! Yeah, run!” The two said in unison as they hurried out the closet, allowing the man to sleep once more.

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It was now a Friday night and you had gone home to your parents house to spend the weekend with them. The boys had snuck into your backyard where your room window was located, which Bakugou was currently peeking in to check for you. The two had brought over the big dog and planned to let it into your room with a bow on a collar and a tag that stated the big furry friend was from Bakugou.

“Okay. Y/N’s asleep.” The blonde said to the green haired boy who was currently holding onto the canine.

“Alright, oh! Hold on, he has a runny nose.” Izuku said, reaching for a tissue in his back pocket.

“What? That’s ridiculous, dogs can’t blow their noses you idiot.” Bakugou said as he looked down at Izuku who held the white clothe to the wet nose.

“Blow~” he cooed in a baby voice while the dog did as instructed. Izuku merely looked up to Bakugou with a smug look as the blonde rolled his eyes.

“Okay, whatever. Give me the dog.” Bakugou insisted as he took hold of the collar and opened your window to assist the dog in getting into your dark room. Bakugou shut the window and turned to the green haired boy with a sigh. “Alright, if this makes Y/N love me again, I’m gonna owe you big time”

“You already owe me big time.” Deku mentioned. All of a sudden, vicious barking could be heard and a girlish scream went on. The two snapped their heads towards the window with wide eyes as they realized the dog was going crazy in the room. “W-What’s going on?”

“I- I don’t know!” Bakugou replied. The screaming and harsh barking continued as the boys saw the light in the room turn on behind Y/N’s thin curtains. They saw a woman’s silhouette running around the room in a frantic manner and freaked out.

“Y/N?..Y/N! Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?! HEY!” Bakugou screamed from the other side of the window trying to reach you.

“Does she sound okay?!” Izuku cried with sarcasm again. The two continued to try and see what was going on but the two boys shouted in fear when they saw a body pressed up the window with a scared hand slapped against the glass.

“OH SHIT!” The two screamed.

“This is fucking hell!” Bakugou screamed.

“I know!”

“Now Y/N’s never gonna take me back!”

Izuku looked at the blonde with a look of disbelief. “THAT IS NOT THE KEY ISSUE RIGHT NOW!”

The two began to scream at each other and scream in shock at the wails of a women from inside your room until you came running to the two of them. “What is going on in there?!”

“AHH!” Izuku screamed in shock of you being out there with them instead of inside your room.

“Y/N?!?!” Bakugou screamed in the same manner and reason.

“How can you be out here?!” Izuku asked.

“You’re in there being mauled by the dog!” Bakugou said as he pointed to your room.

“DOG?! I snuck out to take a walk! My mom’s in there!” You shouted.

“YOUR MOM?!”

“Oh my god!”

Now the three of you were trying to make sense of the commotion while you had the common sense to open the window, only to jump back and shut the glass at the sight of the large animal. “Mom! Mom! Fuck! That’s a big dog!”

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Eventually, you all finally got the dog away and got your mom out before calling the ambulance to come and check on her due to all her wounds and scratches. She was placed on the gurney and put into the ambulance as you waved to her from outside. “I’ll come check up on you at the hospital in the morning.”

“Okay,” your mother croaked out in pain. The boys said their apologies alongside you and your mom merely ignored them as she groaned in pain. You watched as the medics shut the door and a young man approached the three of you.

“Umm, she’ll be okay but she has some pretty nasty injuries. Other than that, she’ll be fine.” The man said as he approached you.

“Thanks.” You replied with a sweet smile. He smiled back and walked up to you as he gently placed a hand on your arm.

“Hey..are you in college yet?” Hearing his words, Bakugou perked up and territorially pulled you into his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“BYE!” He shouted at the medic as the young man took a hint and got into the ambulance. Seeing the ambulance drive off, you shook your head before walking away from the two and out of Bakugou’s arms. The two boys watched you go in silence before Bakugou spoke up. “..Deku told me to get you a dog!”

“Dude!” Izuku said in defense.

You turned to face Bakugou as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Okay, it was kind of my idea but I didn’t think that the dog was gonna bug out like that. I just wanted you to have a dog because I know you’ve talked about getting one ever since I met you and I thought that maybe-“

Before he could continue you reached up to leave a hot and passionate kiss on his lips. A kiss he happily leaned in to. You pulled back only inches away and smiled at the blonde as he smiled back down at you before speaking. “You love me again.”

“Who ever said I stopped?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Awwww,” Izuku cooed from behind the both of you as he watched his two childhood friend make up. You both turned to him slowly with weird faces as Izuku got the hint. “Oh..sorry.”

“No..it’s cool. And, I really do owe you.” Bakugou said with a small smile to show appreciation for what the green haired boy did. With that, he turned back around to face you and pull you in for a hot make out session that you gave in to. Katsuki’s hand wrapped around your waist as his other held the side of your face while his tongue danced with your own. Izuku continued to stand off on the side awkwardly and uncomfortably due to being so close to the love fest. After about 30 seconds, Izuku leaned over to speak.

“Um, it’s getting kind of late Kacchan and you sort of drove us over here so I was maybe wondering if you could take me back to the dorms?” Deku asked. Bakugou pulled away from your lips in annoyance to reply.

“It’s not that far a walk.” Was all he said before he returned to your lips and this time added a lil spice by gripping your ass. Deku huffed before turning to begin his long walk back.

“Try not to swallow each other!” He said in annoyance to the revived couple that were still kissing as he walked away.

A/N: YALL IM STILL ALIVE! I’m sorry this is so late but with school, my home life, and as some of you may know I do play volleyball seriously and it is Fall so I’ve been putting in the WORK. I barely have time to write but I’m still here little by little adding into my pieces of work.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this piece and to the person who requested it I’m sorry it took so long!

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So, uhh how would Tanjiro Inosuke and Genya act after having sex with their s/o for the first time? Would they be protective? Shy? Lovey-dovey? Thank you ^^

OWO HONEY. I'll tell you.

Demon Slayer Boys after being Intimate. G/N!Reader

Tanjirou

When he found out about you liking him back...

He was shaking with excitement, his hands shaking and his fingers going numb.

He was so happy that he felt that he could die and know that at least he had you.

But when you both had sex

He was very passionate and kind with each thrust, the world spinning with every deep pound into you.

After you both had lose your innocents to one another

He was shy and very gentle with you the next day, and felt as if he fell in love with you all over again.

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You softly hummed as you felt like the day had been washed in vanilla and cinnamon, the morning was somehow more lovely then before. Slowly rising up from the bed, you felt a bit of soreness in the lower half of your body.

Groaning quietly to yourself, you sat up.

A fuzzy bath robe wrapped around you yet slipped off your shoulders due to the fact it was a little bigger then usual.

Both of your bare shoulders shining with a pink blush.

Still half closed, you looked around the room almost drunkly.

Confused of why you were alone in the bed you passionately shared with the hero to all himself.

Tanjirou.

Without another minute of worry of his where abouts, the sliding doors open in a clumsy way.

A soft gasp leaving whomever it was, as the sound of dishes cling together.

"Oh oh no!" He whispered shouted as they struggled with the door and what seemed to be a tray.

You stumble onto your feet and quietly walk over to the man at the door, gently holding the door open for him to enter.

A soft smile on your face as you spoke to him, silky and smooth.

"Need help love?"

Tanjirou squaled and almost fell back from your sudden presence.

"D-Darling! Did I wake you?" Sounding worried about being to loud.

Giggling and shaking your head you replied with a 'no'.

Tanjirou had brought a tray of rice eggs and bacon that had sliced green onion and some yellow mashed potatoes that had some cheese inside, with some tea.(I wish I could eat this.)

A small blush on your face at the cute gesture.

You sat next to him and kissed his cheek.

Turning to face you immediately, his face burning a bright red. Almost whimpering at you.

Both of you grabbed your chop sticks and started to eat while you asked why he brought the food himself.

He looked away as he scratched his cheek, a blush still visible.

"Well... I just felt bad that I went to rough on you last night, I got selfish near the end and gave into my needs and probably hurt you a bit. So I asked if I could take our food here today as an apology."

His mood at change the atmosphere in the room, his face also turned into a sad frown.

You gently crested his cheek drawing his attention to you.

"You didn't hurt me love, all you did is make me fall in love with you more."

His frown jumped into a smile as a small tears popped from his eyes.

He would never be able to let you go now.

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Inosuke

He was very obvious with his crush on you, yet you seemed to be denser then a brick.

When he start up told you he loved you.

You had no other choice but to know.

And when you both finally got intimate.

Holy Hell.

This man was going really hard and rough with you, gentle groaning as you screamed his name. It was like he had been waiting forever to pound you into the bed.

Like a beast breeding his mate.

The next day he was in a daze almost for a week.

Not speaking to anyone but only staying by your side with flowers dancing around him.

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Laying on his chest, you would occasionally snuggle into him. His arm underneath you holding you closer to him.

His other laying on his toned stomach.

You both stayed like this for a while till you had the feeling of hunger, stomach grumbling quite loud now.

You pushed yourself from his warm body and saw his state that you didn't notice before.

He seemed to be a melted puddle of happiness, his aura a heart warmed glow as he had finally had you.

A dopey grin on his face until he saw you about to leave, gripping your wrist he sat up too. Looking you in your eyes deeply.

"I'm going to get food Inosuke" you whined almost at the growing hunger.

He pouted and almost asked you to stay with his eyes alone, his body language begging for you to not leave him yet.

Sighing you stood up but helped him up too and hugged him.

"Just come with me, we can eat together." His aura rising back to a heart warming glow as you felt hims nod, grabbing his bore hat he placed it on and walked with you to find food.

Sitting outside together, munching on bean buns. Humming at the yummy flavors, you turned to look at Inosuke.

A soft smile on his mouth as he ate his bun, still happy as a puppy that got a treat.

You giggled and sat closer to him as you both enjoyed eachother presences.

The wamr spring breeze blowing soft smells of nature, it was a perfect morning with Inosuke.

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Genya

This man was so rough when it came to all but you. He just silently stays by your side and always make sure he gives you enough attention.

When he confessed to you, he was a stuttering mess which was quite out of character.

And when you both decided to have sex

O my God.

You would think he would go crazy

But when he put himself in.

He would slowly pound into you, with each thrust he would whisper how much you truly meant to him.

Telling you how long he waited to be connected with you.

And he made sure you had at least four orgasms.

So in the morning he was more prideful then ever and actually acted happy to others which made people scared for their lives.

He also marked you up quite a lot on your neck to make sure they all knew you both were together.

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"Ouch! G-Genya that hurts!"

You whined as Genya gently pressed each hickey that was a beautiful purple on your neck.

Small tears forming at your big loveable eyes.

The morning was bright and fresh as the two of you woke form your long night of love making, the both of you were hugging one another when you guys opened your eyes.

Genya quickly moved away from you and wore blush of crimson while yelling at you to not get the wrong idea.

Even though the two of you basically saw eachother naked.

You both chatted about how silly he was acting but Genya smirked when he saw your neck that looked like you came back from a fight.

Blushing at how many you had, he kissed each one with a cute smile on his rough face.

"You look so beautiful."

He made sure you did not hide any of his marks with your cloths and walked with you around the temple where all of the demon slayers stayed.

The others asked if you were okay since you looked like you were in a fight to the death.

You waved them off, saying it was nothing serious and they shouldn't worry to much.

As you drifted off to the reality of what gave you such mark in the first place.

Blushing and shaking the heat from your face, you saw in the corner of your eye.

Genya grinning like an idiot. But you found this quite charming.

Running to him after saying your goodbye to the others you were talking too

You hugged Genya and hid your face in his chest, a soft groan at the sudden impact.

He frantically tried to get you off him as you could tell he was blushing at your embrace, you laughed to yourself quietly as you heard his heart beating faster then anything in the world.

He was adorable in his own strong way.

#demon slayer x you #genya x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #tanjiro smut #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x you #tanjirou x reader #inosuke x reader #inosuke fluff #tanjiro fluff #genya fluff #genya x you #genya smut #tanjirou smut #inosuke smut #demon slayer fluff

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Hey, I love all your works! If you haven’t done something similar already, could I request where R is sick + acting really clingy and the Avengers help take care of her? Emphasis on motherly Natasha x R and cuddles, because we always need more Mama Nat 🥰

Hey Bestie :) I totally agree you can never have enough Mama Nat, thank you so much for this it was really fun to write, I hope it lived up to your expectations even though it was so short. Have an amazing day <3

I am not sick

You weren’t sick

Nope not at all

The cough and the constant sneezing was normal

That is what you told yourself every time you managed to catch something

Of course, you were wrong every time

and of course, the team saw through it every time

“If you don’t admit that you are sick then I’m going to have to tell Nat that you aren’t looking after yourself” Tony sighed, disliking the situation even more than you were at this point. You see Tony had been asked to check up on you and make sure you were being sensible because your favorite avenger Nat was away on a mission. “I,” sneeze “am,” sneeze “not,” sneeze “sick!”

You definitely were. Somehow in 2 days, your state had gone from sitting on your bedroom floor contemplating life with a high temperature and a sore back to you wanting nothing more than to be glued to the genius’s side for the rest of your life. “You get clingy when you’re sick and I don’t think you have left my side in the last 2 days” the man grumbled, trying to get to the workbench across the room to grab the screwdriver he needed to tweak the project he was working on, “rude” you muttered back waiting for the man to return form his lonely trip to soak up more of his body heat.

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You felt the vibrations of Sam's laugh echo through your chest and pound at the door of your head, a reminder to take paracetamol when you had the energy to get up again. “Sam no laugh make my head hurt” you spoke into the man's side, his grip on you tightening as he whispered an apology and went back to quietly arguing with Bucky about why he needed to get a magnet of Sams's face for his arm.

Everyone had been counting the days until Nat would be back home

For 2 reasons: 1. They knew they would get a telling off for letting you get sick and 2. It meant they could have some time without you hanging off their arm

Don’t get me wrong cuddly y/n was great but after a day or 2 it got a bit frustrating

You missed her too

She was like another to you and all you wanted to do was curl up in her arms as she stroked your hair and read you a story

Thank God you were asleep when she came home so you missed her telling them all off

“Where’s Y/n?” Nat asked when you weren’t there to greet her at the jet like you normally were, walking towards her Steve replied “they got sick, so they’re just sleeping it off right now”. Nats eyebrows shot so far up that Steve was surprised they didn’t fly off her face “THEY WHAT?”. As she ran inside she decided that giving them a lecture would be easiest without a tried and sick teenager by her side. “Who let them get sick?” She asked, face set in a glare as she addressed the group who minutes previously had been watching an episode of friends. “I made sure they went out with a coat every time they left the house” Tony was quick to defend himself hands up in surrender, “well I made sure to cook hot and filling meals every day” Bruce chimed in voice rising an octave as if Tony and just pushed the blame onto him. As the group went through their reasons of innocence it was clear to Natasha that no one was going to fess up so instead of worrying about who did it she focused her attention on you.

Meanwhile, you had woken up

It’s not like the heroes knew how to be quite

You knew that with all the noise it meant Nat had come home

And so you closed your eyes, a soft sleepy smile playing on your face and waited.

The door creaked open as the assassin tiptoed into your room, the bed dipping under her weight “Hey my little Firecracker” she whispered slowly wrapping her arms around. Grinning lazily back at her “Hey mum” you replied snuggling further into her arms and drifting back into the quiet comfort of sleep leaving the woman to keep her happiness at bay. At least until you were better.

You spent the rest of your days recovering in her arms

Talking about whatever your fever field head could come up with like:

“If I went to the doctors and they cut off my thumb would they let me keep it”

“Can you imagine having an argument with Thor over pop tarts, oh wait I did, do you remember that silly cat?”

“I like moss balls, they look so happy”

She might not be your biological mother but that doesn’t mean she won't hold you just as tight when you need her

#the avengers #avengers imagine #avengers x child!reader #avengers x reader #avengers x fem!reader #avengers x you #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x teen!reader #natahsa romanoff #nat x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x daughter!reader #steve rodgers x reader #sam wilson x reader #tony stark x y/n #x teen!reader

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can you pleasee do pt 2 to draco fucking his arranged marriage wife of the next day the reader being needy saying that she can’t get enough of him while he’s working in his office and he’s like “babe im busy😑” but then rails tf outta her right there😀 with like praise and daddy kink😩😩😩

read part 1 here

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 3.0k

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, daddy kink, praise, slight degradation/humiliation, mentions of arranged marriage

a/n: i have been so excited to write a part two to this imagine the second i got the request. there will also be a part three coming soon so if you like these stay tuned! these have to be my favorite ones i've ever written.

It was the day after your marriage truly started. Although you and your husband, Draco Malfoy, had been married for weeks, the marriage truly began yesterday.

It had been a whirlwind.

It all began with you fucking your ex boyfriend, something you did in a desperate attempt to receive physical contact and get out of the house you had thought to be a prison.

When your husband came home, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to tell him. It was an arranged marriage, one that he did not seem enthusiastic to be a part of, so you figured there would be no hard feelings.

You were incredibly, incredibly wrong.

He had a lot of feelings about your adultery, but not only was there the anger and jealousy you were expecting, there was sadness. That had taken you by surprise, and only after poking the dragon, you finally consummated your marriage with your husband. Right there on the couch of the entrance hall.

After he had fucked you silly, you both reached the agreement that you would actually try to work as a real marriage. You had both made mistakes, and you were both ready and excited to move past those and really try to build a relationship out of what you had both thought was doomed from the start.

Which was why you were in front of his study, a hand raised and ready to knock, the following evening. He had been in there most of the day, working on a project for what you had learned to be connected to the Malfoy’s family business, but you were ready to put an end to his work day in the best way you knew how.

Your hand had barely connected with the wood when you heard a curt “Come in,” from the other side of the door.

You opened the door slowly and walked in, taking in the sight before you. There were papers scattered all over the desk, inkwells and quills mixed into the mess. Either you caught him at a bad time, or he wasn’t as tidy as you had assumed.

But it wasn’t the desk that caught your eye. It was him.

His button down shirt was rolled up the elbows at the cuffs. His hands, already littered with rings, were smudged with ink and deftly writing something down on a piece of parchment. There wasn’t a single hair out of place on his head, but what struck you were his glasses. You didn’t even know he wore glasses. But he looked damn good in them, because of course he fucking did.

“Yes?” He asked, a smug smile on his face as he watched you openly check him out. You hadn’t even realized he had looked up from the parchment he had been writing on.

“Just figured you could use a break, dinner’s ready,” you explained, quickly catching yourself.

“I’ll be out in a bit. I just need to finish this bit up,” he replied, an obvious dismissal but you had had enough of that over the past two weeks to last a lifetime.

“Draco, you’ve obviously been at this for a while. Just come take a break,” you argued defiantly, happy with the knowledge you finally felt comfortable enough to do so.

“Y/N, I’m busy,” he said gently, clearly not wanting to break the carefully made balance you had just created with a silly argument, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You admitted it to yourself when you walked in the room. You didn’t really want him to take a break just to have dinner with you. No. You wanted him to take a break so he would fuck you right over his desk.

“You can finish it later,” you continued, your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for his eventual push back.

But his argument never came.

Slowly, painfully slow, he began to stack up his papers in neat piles to put them away. Next were the inkwells being covered and finally the quills being put away. All without a word between you both.

When his desk was cleared, he finally turned his attention back to you.

“You come into my study and argue with me over taking a break just to go eat dinner. You haven’t bothered to ask me to dinner once over the past few weeks. So is it really dinner that’s got you so riled up, or is it something else?” He asked straight faced, but the twinkle in his eye led you to believe he knew exactly why you were arguing.

“Can’t a wife just want to spend time with her husband?” You argued, but it didn’t hold the impact you wanted the words to have.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, pushing his chair back just slightly. “Come here,” he commanded, crooking his fingers in your direction.

With just two silly little words your skin was flushed and your nerves were on fire. You weren’t sure what type of hold this man had over you, but it ran deep for only having just fucked him the day before for the first time.

You followed his command without a second thought, and it led you to standing right between his spread legs with your back pressed up against his now pristine desk.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think my wife just wants to get fucked. Am I correct?” He asked, raking his eyes over your body greedily, taking in every inch of you. You were just lucky you dressed to impress tonight in a perfect, form-fitting black cocktail dress. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Yes,” you answered easily, completely giving up the fight now that you could see the hunger that you felt reflected in his eyes.

He gave you a slow smile before dragging you down to straddle his lap, perfectly placing you so you could feel his growing erection against your core as he kissed you roughly. It was perfect after a day of craving him so fiercely, and you knew this was only the appetizer.

His hands possessively roamed your body as he continued to dominate your kiss, finally landing on your ass to pull you closer against him. Your hands made quick work of taking his glasses off and gently placing them on the desk somewhere behind you before trailing through his hair, messing up his perfectly placed platinum locks.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him, moans spilling from both of your lips at the friction. He let you do as you please for a few minutes, just enjoying kissing you and having you in his lap, but once your hands went to undo the buttons on his shirt, he gripped your hips roughly and pushed you back.

“Let’s get one thing straight, pretty girl. I’m in charge, and you’ll be a good girl and do as I say, won’t you?” He asked, running a thumb along your lower lip as he spoke.

You bit his finger gently before answering, and your answer only riled him up more than the bite did.

“Yes, Daddy.”

And just like that he unleashed himself on you, much like he had done the day before.

He had you on your feet and spun around faster than you could even blink. Within the next breath, your dress was being stripped off of your body and thrown across the room, your breasts exposed. When he had you bent over the desk with just a thong on, he finally opened his mouth again.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He asked, dragging his hands up the back of your thighs until he was grabbing your ass again.

“Yes,” you gasped out, knowing you were already drenched from his words and touch alone.

When you felt his palm connect with your raised ass, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that fell from your lips.

“Yes, what?” He asked, rubbing his hands in circles to soothe the ache, but the contrast of his warm skin and cold rings only left you shaking.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, saying the words again.

They were meant to be a joke at first. Just another jest to rile him up and poke at him. But now, after having called him Daddy twice, it was starting to feel right. Like this was exactly the dynamic you were meant to be in with him.

“So much better. Look at you, already dripping down your thighs,” he mused, his finger trailing up your thigh in what you could only assume was a patch of wetness, a blush falling over your face at the thought.

He dragged your thong down your legs and slowly freed your feet before tossing the scrap of fabric across the room as well, leaving you totally exposed.

“Is this what you wanted? To be bent over Daddy’s desk just begging to be fucked?” He asked, his weight pinning you down as he bent over, slowly dragging his lips up the side of your neck as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was against your ass and you fought now to roll your hips into him, but you knew he would put an end to it anyway.

“Please fuck me,” you begged quietly, your words no more than a whisper as you played right into the fantasy he was spinning for the both of you.

“Patience, darling,” he said accompanied by a dark chuckle, but he didn’t leave you wanting.

He kept his weight on you, his lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck that were sure to leave bruises for the coming days, but he dragged a finger up your slit and plunged inside of you.

You were so on edge that the one finger almost made you cum right then, but of course he was careful to make sure that didn’t happen. He teased you along until one finger turned into two, and by then you were a writhing mess on his desk.

“Daddy, please. I’m ready. Just fuck me,” you begged impatiently, all of your focus on him and his miraculous fingers.

Silently, he pulled back to stand up fully behind you. For a moment, you thought you’d be getting what you wanted, but you should have known it was too good to be true. You weren’t getting fucked until he thought you were ready.

You felt his thumbs pull your lips apart, and you knew all of his focus was right on you, right on where you were a dripping mess for him and that had you fighting not to squirm under his gaze.

“I told you to be patient, pretty girl. Or are you just that desperate to cum you couldn’t help yourself? Because this pretty little hole isn’t ready for me yet,” he mused, and his words forced an unexpected moan out of you.

You were exposed and aching, a true flushed mess in front of him, while he was a master of poise and control, still fully clothed behind you. Something about the situation made your head spin and your knees weak, and you knew you were in for a wild ride with this man. But you were willing to take anything and everything he threw your way because there was no denying you were enjoying every second of this. Not when he was holding you open obscenely and could see the evidence for himself.

“I want to cum,” you answered honestly, your breasts grinding on the desk and you arched your back, further exposing yourself in the hopes that he would fulfill your wishes.

While still holding you open, he used one gentle finger to stroke over your clit and it was just enough pressure to cause a shiver to run down your spine. If he kept it up, you knew you’d cum in seconds. “Go ahead, cum for me. Let me watch you make a mess of yourself,” he commanded, keeping the gentle pressure on your clit.

You came with a scream, your legs shaking beneath you. The desk was the only reason you stayed up, otherwise you would have collapsed from the force of your orgasm right there. It felt like one of the most intense orgasms of your life, all just from a little flick of his finger.

As you came down, you were gasping for air, just as desperate for your next breath as you were for Draco’s cock. No matter how mind shattering your orgasm had been, you were still craving more. You’d always crave more from him.

“That was beautiful, darling - watching you clench around nothing as you screamed for me. I think you’re ready for my cock now,” he mused, slowly stroking his hands up and down your back in an effort to calm your body, but every nerve was on fire from his touch.

“Please, please, fuck me Draco. I need you,” you were begging shamelessly now, not even worried about making a fool of yourself in this new marriage. You were both too invested in this moment to care, both of you just knew you needed each other.

“Shh, you have me, pretty girl. I’m right here,” he soothed, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he worked to free his cock behind you. “Stay just like that.”

You didn’t even know he had succeeded in taking his cock out until you felt his tip against your entrance, and he didn’t wait a second longer. He plunged into you like he was just as desperate as you were, which by the way he was fucking you in brutal strokes, you could tell he was.

Your hands clutched the edge of the desk for dear life, your knuckles a bright white against the dark oak wood. With every thrust, your hips collided with the sharp edge, sure to leave some marks for you to admire the next day.

You could feel the power behind each deep, hard stroke and you knew he was giving you his all. The previous night had been kind and sweet compared to the brutal fucking he was giving you now. You felt fucked within an inch of your life and he had barely even started.

“Fuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. So perfect,” he praised, not even sounding out of breath. Meanwhile, you couldn’t even control the noises that were coming from your mouth.

You climbed up the peak steadily, but even in your cock drunk daze you knew this orgasm would wipe you out. Once you were about to reach the edge, he pulled out.

“No, please, fuck. I was so close,” you whined, but a startled gasp came out of your mouth next when he lifted you up and spun you around, your back crashing back down on the desk with a gentle thud.

You finally got the chance to look at him, then. His cock was hard and aching, on the verge of falling over the edge himself. His hair was disheveled and he had that glow that only sex could bring coming from his perfect skin, but when you locked eyes you couldn’t look away. His silver eyes were clouded with lust and possession, a man closing in for the kill on his prey. It was terrifying and arousing all at once, but you were sure your own eyes reflected something similar.

Draco wasted no time in hoisting your legs over his shoulders and coming down to take your lips in a brutal kiss just before fucking back into you, his pace the same as it had been in the previous position. He swallowed your moans greedily, but finally pulled back to just concentrate on your face.

“I needed to look at you when you came on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart for me,” he ordered, but his voice was gentle and there was a smile fighting to tug on his face. It didn’t hold the same dominance his previous commands did, but you followed it all the same.

One, two, three thrusts later you came with his name on your lips as he fucked you through it. It was like your whole world blacked out and only the two of you existed, suspended in this moment as he stared down at your blissed out face. He followed you shortly, and the feel of him emptying himself inside of you accompanied by the litany of choked out praises he was giving you was almost enough to push you into a third orgasm.

You both stayed like that as the minutes passed, chest to chest and near face to face as you caught your breath. It was no easy feat after an orgasm like that, but finally he was wrapping you in his arms and balancing you in his lap as he got comfortable in his desk chair once again.

“Was that too much?” He asked, the concern dripping from his voice as he tenderly brushed your hair from your face.

You could have laughed at his concern. That was the best sex you had ever had in your life, and he was asking if it was too much. But you didn’t want to worry him.

“Draco, that was perfect. I loved every second of it,” you told him honestly, tilting your head up so you could look him in the eye so he would have no room for doubt.

It was him who laughed then, in sheer disbelief of the woman curled up in his lap. “I got too lucky with you. You’re perfect,” he said with a smile, a small kiss to your forehead following his words.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you insisted, curling further into his chest as the events of the evening finally wore on your body. It was comfortably silent for a few minutes as he held you, until you remembered why you had truly come into his study in the first place. “But I was serious when I came in. Dinner’s ready,” you reminded him with a slight giggle.

“How about I get you up to bed and we eat dinner in bed, hm?” He asked, already lifting you up and carrying you towards the door.

“Sounds perfect,” you said, relaxing against his strong chest as he continued to prove just how lucky you were to end up in this arranged marriage.

#harry potter #draco malfoy blurb #draco malfoy drabble #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy smut #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco one shot

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the christmas party

the christmas party (jack grealish x reader)

warnings: some angst, alcohol

word count: 1395

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

*

You were in the bathroom doing your make-up for the Christmas staff party, already excited for the food and drinks, chatting with your colleagues, and most importantly, for everyone to meet Jack. Excited for Jack to meet everyone. Putting your earrings in, you heard the front door slam shut, a clear indicator that Jack had come home. You were ought to leave in forty minutes, hence you expected him to join you upstairs in order to put on his navy blue suit that was already hanging on the bedroom door. You had picked it together, it would go so well with the flattering blue dress you had bought for this special occasion.

After a couple of minutes, you wondered why Jack wasn’t coming upstairs. Instead, he seemed to have put something in the microwave, guessing by the ping you could faintly make out from the kitchen.

With no shoes on, you strutted downstairs to indeed find your boyfriend in the kitchen, still in his Man City training kit, his hair wet and tousled. He was fishing a bowl of pasta out of the microwave, jolting back when he touched the hot china before letting it cool down.

“Shit,” he muttered, not yet noticing you watching him.

“What are you doing, love?” You inquired, one eyebrow risen, the corner of your mouth turning upwards at his desperate attempt not to burn his hand, “we’re having dinner at the party, remember?”

Jack shot you a sideways glance, fully aware not to face you completely, and replied under his breath, “what, yeah, I’m not going.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “Excuse me?”

“I have training early tomorrow morning, couldn’t have a drink anyway. Plus I need to go to bed soon.” He still wasn’t looking at you. Something was wrong, very wrong.

Slowly, your blood began to boil, simmering on a low heat. You had been planning going to this party together for months. As soon as the date had come in, you had texted Jack to let him know and insisted on adding a reminder on his phone so he wouldn’t forget, so he would plan ahead. This night was important to you, you wanted him to be there and he knew that. You had told all your colleagues about finally being able to meet him after talking about him so often. He had promised to accompany you, hell, he had even suggested taking you shopping to buy matching outfits!

“You promised, Jack.” Your lip quivered, you didn’t want to cry but your emotions got the best of you. A single tear rolled down your cheek, surely ruining the perfect make-up you had spent nearly an hour putting on.

“Yeah, Pep’s changed the schedule. Can’t do anythin’ about it, can I?” He shrugged with his phone in hand, as if your obvious disappointment meant nothing to him.

The worst thing was that he couldn’t muster the courage to look you in the eye.

“Jack, are you sure that’s the real reason?” You had the feeling it was something else keeping him from joining you. Something more serious.

“What do you mean?” Still, his eyes were glued to his phone screen.

“If you’re scared of meeting my colleagues, don’t worry about it. They’ll love you.” Originally, you had been meaning to speak about this issue in a less heated situation (because he had been avoiding joining you for after work drinks or other gatherings with your colleagues), but since it came up…

Jack scoffed. “What? Don’t be silly. I couldn’t care less about what they think of me.”

The way he spoke disgusted you. This wasn’t the Jack you knew, let alone the Jack you loved. This was somebody else.

You bit back your tears and turned on your heel, quickly disappearing upstairs. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, carefully catching the falling tears with a tissue, you contemplated whether you should show up at the party at all. Going without him would be such an embarrassment.

Just then, a text from your favourite co-worker appeared on your phone screen.

can’t wait to see you tonight, we have to get wasted! x

The message made you smile, and you stood up to check your face in the bathroom mirror. Your eyes were a little red, but your make-up still looked flawless. Right then and there, you decided not to let your dickhead of a boyfriend ruin your night. You grabbed your heels and headed downstairs, your Uber would be arriving soon.

Jack was nowhere to be seen, he was probably still on his phone, eating lame pasta from the day before in the kitchen. Without a word, you slipped into your coat and let the door slam shut behind you.

*

At some point, you lost count on how many times your colleagues asked you were your boyfriend was. The question was annoying you to bits, but it was inevitable. You were feeling a little bit like Bridget Jones at the garden party, thankfully you weren’t wearing a rabbit costume. The thought made you chuckle.

The more you had to drink, the easier it was to endure all the jokes and questions about Jack’s absence. You and your co-worker were having a blast once you had enough alcohol in your bloodstream to forget about the whole ordeal from earlier.

You came back with another round of drinks from the bar when your co-worker pointed at something behind you.

“Wow,” she drowsily yelled into your ear over the music, “who is that? I wouldn’t mind having a piece of that one!”

You spun around and saw what, or more accurately who, she was referring to. Standing a few feet behind you was nobody other than your boyfriend. The sight of him made you giggle in your drunken stupor, and you clung onto your friend’s shoulder for stability.

“I know him,” you slurred, earning a puzzled look from the person next to you.

Jack approached the two of you, looking delicious in his perfectly fitted suit and crisp white shirt. The top button was undone and you could practically smell the masculine aftershave on his neck. You wanted nothing more than dive right in there and consume him, all of him. Wait, what?

“Are you really here or am I hallucinating?”

Jack’s arms sneaked around your frame and held you close to him, and upright to be frank.

“I’m really here, sweetheart” he chuckled, “how much did you have to drink?”

His eyes shifted from you to your co-worker, worry prominent in them. He shook your friend’s hand when she offered and watched how she marched off suddenly, leaving you in Jack’s arms.

“Let’s go out for some fresh air.” Jack suggested, and you scurried outside with him.

The cold air sobered you up within seconds. You were freezing, goosebumps covering your bare arms and neck, Jack’s suit jacket around your shoulders not really helping.

“I’m sorry,” he began, rubbing your arms with his warm hands. You could feel the heat radiating off him through the material of his jacket.

“Damn right you should be sorry,” you spat, swatting his hands away. You now remembered your anger.

“You know me so well,” he sighed, obviously struggling. “I was scared to meet your colleagues. I didn’t know if they would like me, and since it’s so important to you, I kinda felt a lot of pressure.”

He was looking down, again not able to look you in the eye.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I asked you and you were so mean.”

“I know. I was scared of admitting I was scared, I guess.”

“What changed your mind?”

Jack lifted his head to look at you. “I felt bad for letting you go on your own. You don’t deserve this. I’m a coward and a disappointment.”

“No,” you smiled softly and took a step closer, “I think you’re very brave coming here and telling me all this.”

“Really?” A sparkle appeared in his deep brown eyes.

You nodded, closing the gap between you with a kiss. His body softened beneath your hands when you brought them up to his chest. He was relieved.

His hand found your cheek, thumb stroking it gently. “Come on then. Introduce me.”

“Gladly. Although they’re probably drunk already.”

Jack laughed, taking your hand in his. With you by his side, nothing could go wrong.  

#jack grealish #england nt #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish x reader #jack grealish fluff

[fortuositywritings]

Love Bug (Wanda x Reader)

Summary

So when Peter is bitten by a spider, he gets cool superpowers; but when you’re bitten by one, you get loopy and say things you never meant to say.

“I can’t get your smile out of my mind. I think about your eyes all the time. Beautiful but you don’t even try.”

Word Count: 5688

Warnings: None unless you count someone fainting and mention of spider

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“That is freaky.”

“Come on, you’re impressed. Just say it’s impressing.”

“It’s impressingly freaky,” you say tapping on the glass of the container that holds Peter’s new tech. “Stark really took taxidermy to the next level.”

“Relax. It’s mechanical. It needs a name. I’m thinking ‘RoboSpider’,” Peter says enthusiastically as you are both watching the metallic spider crawl in its container. It looks so real. It’s creepy.

“That’s a stupid name,” you turn to Peter.

“I think it fits him.”

“Of course you do, Spider Boy,” you reply. Peter just scoffs. 

“What does it do?”

Peter narrows his eyes on the spider. “I think it has a camera for surveillance. I’m sure it does something cool.”

“Didn’t they tell you when they gave it to you? Or give you a manual or something?”

“No, they don’t know I know about it yet, but I’m sure we can figure it out,” he says as he begins to open the container.

“What do you mean they don’t kno-”

“What are you two doing?” The unexpected voice behind you has you and Peter turn around wide-eyed so quickly you could Pietro a run for his money. You and Peter stand in front of the container and let out a panicked, “Nothing!”

You finally take in whom the voice belongs to and the panic washes away from both you and Peter. You honestly should have known who it was off the bat when that very damn voice haunts your dreams. Well, ‘haunts’ isn’t really the right word.

“Oh, it’s just you,” you sigh in relief as Wanda approaches you both.

“Just me?” she quirks an eyebrow. 

And suddenly, for reasons unknown (you know the reasons, you just won’t admit them yet), the panic comes back and you begin to ramble, “Yes, I mean NO! I mean yes you but not like ‘just’ you, you know? Like ‘it’s only you’ - er ‘it’s you only’ but like a good ‘it’s you only’ as in we’re glad it’s you and not someone else who came in -”

“Y/N, I think she gets it,” Peter stops your ramble. 

You see Wanda giving you what seems to be an amused smile. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try looking anywhere else. Is it getting hot in here?

“Well, I was looking for you to ask if either of you wanted to watch a movie named ‘13 Going On 30’? Pietro says one of the characters looks like Bruce.”

You look to Peter to answer. You don’t think you can open your mouth anymore without embarrassing yourself.

“Yeah, we’ll be right down,” he replies with ease, lucky asshole. 

You finally look at Wanda as she gives you a parting smile and you give an awkward one in return. Your eyes follow her until she is out of sight. 

“You’ve got it bad,” Peter teases.

“Shut up,” you reply as you turn your attention back to the container.

Peter continues, “Like I thought I was bad at talking to girls-”

The empty container. Panic seems to be the mood for today as it comes back full force.

“Peter.”

“-but that was like next level.”

“Peter!”

“What?” he finally turns to you.

“RoboSpider is missing.”

“Aha! See, it’s not that stupid,” he says with a victorious smile on his face that quickly falls, “Wait what did you say?” 

You simply point at the glaringly empty container. 

“That’s not good.”

You give Peter the most sarcastic face you could muster. 

“Help me look! It couldn’t have gone far,” Peter gets on his knees and begins searching for the spider. 

You frantically search countertops, “Does it not have an off switch?”

“I don’t know.”

“Obviously or this wouldn’t be happening right now!” you whisper scream.

“Here, RoboSpider. Tsk tsk tsk. Come on out, boy,” Peter starts calling.

He looks ridiculous doing so from the floor. You step in front of him.

“You really think that’s going to work?”

He looks up at you and shrugs. You feel like you’re a minute away from sweating. Less than a minute based on the tickling sensation on your neck. Maybe Peter can tell to cause he’s looking at your neck, his eyes widening. You don’t know why it’s so shocking you’re sweating as he should be too because if Tony finds out you lost RoboSp- the damn spider, he will have your heads. 

“Y/N, don’t freak out.”

Why did he have to say that? Freaking out is in your very nature. You do it so well. You’ve been doing it all day. Suddenly, you are all too aware of what you thought was sweat tickling your neck but now realize, unless you have discovered a new ability and become a water bender, sweat does not move like that. You close your eyes and try to steady your pulse. Don’t freak out.

“Peter. get. it. off.”

As hard as you tried to stop it, your pulse begins racing again as Peter slowly rises to his feet grabbing a cup and a paper from the counter. “Relax, I don’t think it bites.”

You open your eyes and ask once you see Peter reaching out, “Why the paper and cup then?”

“Precaution.”

You feel the spider still and somehow that pushes you over the edge. Your pulse goes into overdrive, your whole body breaks into goosebumps, and you finally let the urge to swat at your neck take over. It’s as if Peter and the spider sense this. All too quickly, the following happen: you bring your hand up to smack at your neck, Peter races to it first with the cup, and the spider bites down. 

“Ow, shit!”

“Got it!” 

Peter smiles triumphantly as you rub at your neck. He places the spider back in its container and properly closes it.

“You said it didn’t bite.”

“I also said not to freak out. Are you okay? Let me see,” he takes your hand off your neck to check the bite.

“Is it gross? Is it red? Green? Pulsing? Am I gonna die? Peter, say something!”

“It’s not there. I don’t see any bite. I think you might have just smacked yourself with your hand.”

Your hand comes back to your neck as you feel around. You don’t feel any bump. You take out your phone to look for a mark but don’t see one.

“Count yourself lucky, Parker,” you glare at him over your phone.

“Okay, but you should have seen your face,” he laughs as you both exit the lab. You just roll your eyes.

As you are walking to the common space, you feel your legs go a little numb. Peter notices you walking funny.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you assure him, “I think I’m still a little shaken up is all.”

You stop Peter right as you’re about to turn into the common space. You warn him, “We do not speak of what happened in the lab.”

Peter raises his hands up in defense, “Hey, I’m not trying to get in trouble either.”

“Okay, good.”

“Great. Now let’s join everyone and watch Bruce’s twin on screen while you stare at Wanda the whole movie.”

You smack his arm and then grab it leading him into the room as you comment, “Okay, but like that guy really does look like Bruce. How have I never noticed?”

That you didn’t deny the Wanda comment is not lost on either of you.

You can already smell the popcorn in the air right as you walk in. You immediately spot Wanda standing by the TV talking to her brother who seems to be growing frustrated with the remote. You note everyone who has joined you for the movie. Bucky and Steve are sitting on the long couch talking. Bucky looks like he had just woken up from a nap, his shirt wrinkled and hair slightly sticking up on one side. Steve is freshly showered wearing his usual attire. With his muscles showing through his shirt and his posture even as he’s sitting down, he looks untouchable, but you know differently with the bandage on the side of his forehead covering a wound he claims to be from a mission. Turning your head a bit more, you see Nat and Clint heading over to the couch with buckets of popcorn. Both are dressed for the gym but neither looked sweaty so you assume they decided to watch the movie instead. Farther down you see Bruce kneeled beside the single massage chair people usually fought over. You think he’s lost something under the chair.

You turn back to Wanda. She looks so soft in her matching sweats and crew neck sweater that you had not noticed she was wearing earlier. Granted, you were busy freaking out about getting caught with the spider. You can see her eyes shining bright and lips form a line as if trying to hold back laughter. She looks so carefree in the moment and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone so ethereal as she crosses her arms covering the bottom of her gorgeous cascading hair that always tempts your fingers to touch.

I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.

“What is?” Peter says breaking your reverie.

“What?” You turn to look at him.

“You said you wondered if it’s as soft as it looks.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Do you think we should go help Pietro? He looks like he’s struggling,” you change the subject.

“Yeah, it’s kind of painful to watch.”

You and Peter walk over to the twins. Wanda spots you two first and gives you both a friendly smile. Trying not to look silly standing there blushing, you clear your throat, “Having trouble there, McQueen?”

Pietro looks even more exasperated after your comment.

“Once again, Y/N. Your teasing is of no use if I do not know what you are talking about.”

You roll your eyes, “I swear, one of these days it will be my turn to pick a movie and rest assured, it will be Cars. Now what is wrong with the remote?”

“I press up and down but it is moving side to side on the screen. And then I press the off and on button but it does not do it on time. It is broken.”

Peter takes the remote from Pietro. 

You hear a quiet giggle from Wanda. You look at her and can clearly see her holding in laughter. You throw her a confused look wondering what could be so funny to have her like this. She nods past your shoulder so you turn to look. In your line of vision, you see Bruce fiddling with a remote on a massage chair that looks out of control rocking Bruce forwards and back over and over. You turn slightly to see Peter on what you now understand is not the TV remote pressing the up and down buttons. It is single handedly, the funniest goddamn thing you’ve witnessed. How Wanda kept it together that long, you don’t know because you do not last a second when it all clicks in your head. What you do know is Wanda’s laughter is the loveliest sound you’ve ever heard. Forget your favorite song of the month. You could hear her laughter on repeat forever. 

Everyone in the room turns to look at the two of you laughing. Finally, after calming yourself down and wiping the tears from under your eyes, you wordlessly take the control from Peter, walk on over to Bruce, trade remotes with him, walk back over to Peter, and give him the correct remote. Everyone laughs save Peter, Bruce, and Pietro who look embarrassed. 

“For two of the smartest people I know, that was just absurd,” you tell Peter. “I mean I get Pietro, but you Parker. Shame.”

“Hey! I understood that one,” Pietro replies.

Wanda just giggles beside you and you don’t know if it’s simply because of the whole control fiasco or because of her laughter that you feel so light inside. So light and happy in fact that for the first time since you met her, you look at her and you give her an honest to god genuine smile first. It is not an awkward smile you returned but one you gave her first without feeling shy or embarrassed. This time Wanda is giving you what you think looks like a shy smile though you know that could just well be wishful thinking. It is a smile nevertheless and it makes you feel like you are flying. You actually have to look down to make sure your feet are on the ground. You only look back up when you hear her voice again.

“I’m going to get some drinks. Y/N, come with me?” She nods her head toward the kitchen.

Quick, what do I say. “Of course, I’ll come with you anywhere.” NO! Absolutely not. That sounds dirty.Yes, I’ll follow you anywhere. Nope. That one sounds creepy. Oh, god. Now she’s looking at me weird. Oh my god, please don’t be reading my mind right now.

“No, you are very much saying everything aloud right now,” you hear Pietro say. You see color rise to Wanda’s cheeks. You turn to Pietro and Peter and if anything goes by Peter’s shocked face, you very much did say everything out loud. Pietro’s face is so damn smug as he passes by you and whispers, “I personally think ‘I’ll follow you anywhere’ sounds romantic.” 

Peter follows closely behind Pietro and just gives you a shrug that says “what am I supposed to do?” when you give a desperate look that screams “HELP ME”. You close your eyes as you turn back around to Wanda.

“Can we just pretend I said ‘yeah, sure’ and nothing I actually said?”

You hear her say, “If that is what you want, okay. Now let’s go. I don’t think they will wait for us to start the movie.”

You finally open your eyes when you feel Wanda tug on your arm. She doesn’t let go until you make it to the fridge and when she does you feel warm where she touched you. You really need to get it together. She opens the fridge and takes out several sodas. As she hands you a few to carry, your fingers brush and though the cans are cold, you know they are not the reason goosebumps suddenly appear along your arm. You clear your throat and take a quick step back. Maybe a little too quick as you bump into the counter. 

“Are you alright?” Wanda asks.

Embarrassed you answer, “Yep, totally cool.” Totally not thinking about how badly I’d like to hold your hand or anything. Nope. Totally cool. “Awesome. Excited really to um watch the movie.”

She looks up at you with rosy cheeks and a confused look. You can’t blame her. You don’t even know where you are going with this.

You feign hearing something from where everyone else is. 

“I actually think I hear the movie playing. We should um go. We don’t want to miss the-the start and everyone is probably thirsty,” you stutter walking backwards back to the TV viewing area. 

You turn around and shake your head at yourself. You can hear Wanda’s footsteps following not too far behind. You both begin handing out sodas to everyone who decided to watch the movie. You stand off to the side with the soda you were left with looking for where to sit. Bruce was still sitting in the massage chair that is now working in the way he likes. Nat, Bucky, Steve, and Clint sit on the longer couch. Pietro lies on his side on the floor right in front of the TV. Lastly, on the smaller couch sits Peter and now Wanda. Seems like you will be taking the floor as well. 

You decide you’ll sit by Pietro. Better this way than sitting by his sister who is looking at you so intensely as if studying you or trying to figure what you are thinking without actually reading your thoughts. You know she wouldn’t do that if she could help it. She respects everyone enough to not invade their minds. Little does she know she invades yours everyday in the least expected way. 

Just as you are about to sit, Peter calls your name, “Oh, Y/N, here you can have my seat.” 

Fucking well-mannered asshole, you think to yourself. But then you are not so sure you kept that in your head after you hear Pietro chuckle.

You walk on over to the small couch as Peter crouches to the floor. You’ve been trying to avoid Wanda’s gaze but the closer you get the harder it is. You finally look at her and her gorgeous eyes that always make your head spin. You’re rather dizzy by the time you make it to the couch.

No, but like actually dizzy this time. Maybe you are coming down with something. That would actually be a godsend at a time like this. You don’t think you can last a whole movie sitting so close to Wanda.  

You actually do feel a bit better sitting down. She gives you a small smile which you awkwardly return. Great. Back to awkward you. You stare down to the unopened soda can in her hand - orange soda. You know she isn’t going to drink that. Fortunately for her, you hold her preferred drink - Dr. Pepper. 

“Here. Trade you,” you offer your drink to her.

“Oh!” She looks surprised, but pleasantly surprised you’d say based on the smile on her face when she sees the drink you are offering. “Are you sure?”

“Very,” you say. “I like orange better.” Lie.

“Thanks,” she takes the drink from your hand and gives you hers. “You know, this is actually my favorite.”

I know.

“Well then good thing I sat here as it worked out for the both of us,” you respond, your nerves settling down somewhat letting your body relax on the couch.

Of course that doesn’t last long when she also leans back comfortably looking you dead in the eye as she says, “Yeah, lucky me.”

You swear you feel your heart skip a beat, possibly a whole 16 bars worth. Then you think your heart stops beating all together when she leans her side into yours. You are pretty certain the couch is spacious enough to have no touching happening. You are in no shape to say anything though as you are basically trying to catch your breath while the movie plays. When you finally do breathe in deep, you suddenly wish you hadn’t. All you can smell is her shampoo. 

How can anyone smell so good? It should be illegal. What is it, strawberry? Smells a little like flowers too.

“Good nose,” Wanda whispers, leaning more so into your space giving you a mini heart attack. “It’s strawberry shampoo and the lotion is rose scented. I can show you later if you want? Here, smell it.” 

Wanda practically shoves her wrist under your nose. You are trying to remember the words to “Hail Mary” because this just might be the moment you die. You hesitantly sniff her wrist and though you wish you could stay there until all the oxygen in your body is replaced by that scent you quickly pull away.

“Yep, roses.”

You turn to give her a quick smile and shit she’s close. Any closer and you’d be bumping noses. You linger there for what feels like forever but you know it’s more around 5 seconds, 4 seconds longer than you would have ever allowed yourself before. Your throat goes dry. 

“Sorry,” you whisper quickly as you turn your head to the TV to try to distract yourself. You pop open your soda and nearly chug it down all the way. Wanda is quiet beside you seemingly invested in the movie as she takes sips of her soda but you know she is not following along because every other minute you see her glance your way from your peripheral vision. 

You feel her pull away from you and get off the couch, and you almost sigh in relief until you see her come back with a blanket. You finish off your soda and leave the can on the floor as she sits back down. You try to ignore her but she calls your attention by waving a side of the blanket in front of you asking if you want some. You shake your head no and Wanda pouts. Like she actually pouts and she waves the blanket again looking at you expectantly.

God, you’re too cute. Like I could ever say no to that face.

You nod giving your thanks as she throws the blankets over you as well. 

“Good to know,” she says. As you’re about to ask what is good to know, she leans fully into your side, loops her arm around yours, and lays her head on your shoulder turning her attention back to the movie without a word. She either doesn’t realize or she doesn’t care that her actions have broken you. You are stiff as a board but you quickly will yourself to relax. You reason if this is the only chance you get to be with her like this, you may as well enjoy it.

As the movie goes on, you feel more relaxed than you ever felt. You don’t know if it is the warmth of the blanket or of having Wanda pressed so close, but you feel sluggish, almost tired-like but you know you’re not ready to sleep yet. It is almost like your brain is taking a little longer to catch up to what is happening. 

When Wanda’s thumb is rubbing your hand, you sigh. 

This feels nice. I always wondered what holding your hand would feel like. Now that I know, I don’t ever want to let go. You think or you think you think.

When she squeezes your hand, you’re not so sure you kept that in your head but this time you don’t really care because she sinks further into you. You don’t even know when she decided to hold your hand, but you are not complaining about it. 

A few scenes go by, but not without your commentary. Usually your commentary gets a chuckle here and there or is ignored but these comments you make are not so forgettable. Not when you say things like 

“You should try giving Nat a dollhouse, Banner” to Bruce making him blush and everyone stare at you incredulously and some laugh

and

“If your laugh was my ringtone, I would have so many missed calls because I’d want to hear it all the way through” to Wanda when she laughs at your previous comment. This has her blushing now. You hadn’t realized you said that until her cheeks turned pink and Peter whipped his head around to look at you with wide eyes. You ignore him and continue not really knowing where this is coming from. “You’re cute when you blush.” 

Everyone is looking at you both now. She ducks her head and if she wasn’t blushing before, she is flushing now with all the attention. The movie is long forgotten. You pull her head to hide into your neck as you chuckle, “Hey, there’s no need to be embarrassed. If anything, Captain USA over there should be embarrassed telling everyone his head injury was from a mission.”

Steve’s eyes widen but so do Pietro’s for a different reason as he rushes over to you.

“Tell me everything,” he says like a child on christmas.

“Alright, alright. I hurt myself in training, okay?” Steve interrupts.

“Well, that’s not that interesting,” Pietro huffs.

“He threw his shield and it ricocheted,” you stage whisper.

Pietro’s eyes shine with glee. Everyone turns to look at Steve to see if there is any truth to the story and his face gives him away. Everyone bursts out laughing and you feel Wanda laughing as well in your arms.

“How did you even know that?” Peter asks.

“Tinman has cameras everywhere. I bet he has it recorded somewhere.”

“Man, I have to see it!” Peter exclaims and has most people agree.

“Okay, I promise it’s not that funny, guys,” Steve tries to calm everyone down.

 “No, if you want funny, you should watch Guns and Arrows duet. What was it “Love is an Open Door?” you reply directing everyone’s gaze to Nat and Clint. Even Wanda pulls from you to look at them. 

“You showed her the video?” Natasha glares at Clint.

“No, it’s on the internet for anyone to watch as they please. Clint makes a great Anna by the way.”

“This is the greatest day of my life,” Pietro says as he pulls out his phone searching for the video. “I don’t know what put you in this mood, but thank you.”

“I’ve got a lot more too,” you say as you get up from the couch, legs feeling a little wobbly, “but that will have to wait til I get back. I drank the soda too fast trying to calm my nerves from sitting so close to your sister.”

“Why would you be nervous? It’s just Wanda,” Pietro says.

You gape at him in disbelief as if he had just insulted you and he might as well have. It is as if everything else just disappears.

“ ‘Just’ Wanda?! You say that like she isn’t the coolest person in the world! Which makes you cool by default because you’re her twin, so you should be thanking her.” 

You try to lean in closer to him as if to tell him a secret but your body is more swaying off balance than anything, “Don’t tell anyone but I get nervous around pretty girls. So of course I would be nervous around your sister. Also, don’t tell Peter cause he thinks he’s better than me at talking to girls and I refuse to admit he’s right.”

Pietro is wearing a shit eating grin as you move back. You don’t see everyone’s matching shocked faces as you turn. You turn too quickly and due to your weird state of being you fall face first into Peter. Luckily he catches you with ease. 

“That was a close one,” you giggle. “Thanks, Spider Boy.”

“Y/N, are you feeling okay?” Peter asks. Everyone rushes over to you both.

“I’m great,” you respond as helps you up. “Is the room spinning or is it just me?”

“You should sit down, Y/N,” Wanda looks at you with worry.

You frown, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did Pietro eat your sandwich again? It’s okay. I can make you another one righ-”

“PARKER! L/N!” 

Everyone’s heads turn to the voice coming from the elevator that could only be Tony’s.

“Do you think he knows about the spider?” you whisper to Peter as your vision goes blurry.

“How could you let the spider out! Do you even have a clue what it does?” Tony’s silhouette makes his way to you.

“So maybe it did bite you,” Peter looks at you guilty and picks you up as your knees give out again.

“Fucking RoboSpider,” is the last thing you say before everything goes dark.

***

When you finally come to, you are in your room in your pyjamas with a pounding headache. You slowly sit up on your bed. Your body is aching as well. Hearing your movement, Peter springs up from where he was sitting against the wall. 

He approaches you slowly and hands you a glass of water, “Hey, how are you feeling.”

“Like a damn Stark tech spider bit me after I told my friend not to mess with it,” you manage to glare at Peter after 

“Sorry. Are you mad?”

“Unless I got some cool spider powers out of it. Let’s see.”

You touch several objects around you exaggerating your actions so he clearly sees nothing is sticking to you.

“Nope, guess that answers that.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let it out. That’s my fault and I totally take the blame. I told Mr. Stark that too,” he says as he sits by your side.

You accept his apology. You sit there with him in silence for a few minutes letting everything that happened settle in your mind.

“Oh, god. Everyone is probably mad at me. Why couldn’t I stop talking?” You take a pillow and scream into it.

“It was the spider. Apparently instead of venom it has a sort of truth serum-like substance that works I guess but it works I guess more like alcohol,” Peter explains. 

“Remind me to never get drunk around any of you.”

Peter laughs and takes the pillow from you.

“If it’s any consolation, no one is mad at you. They, um, saw the video of you freaking out with the spider and say it’s even now.”

“Nooo,” you whine and Peter just chuckles beside you. His laughter dies down and he looks at you for a moment like something is pressing on his mind.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something else?” you start to panic. “Oh, my god, did I pee my pants?! I remember having to go to the restroom but I don’t remember going. Is that why I’m in my pjs? Did everyone see? Did Wanda see? I’m never coming out of this room.”

“Breathe, Y/N, breathe!” Peter places his hands on your shoulders and breathes with you. 

“I was going to say that Wanda is waiting outside to talk to you.”

Your eyes widen, “Somehow that’s worse! How do I begin to apologize? I embarrassed her the most out of everybody.”

“Just talk to her. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think,” he says getting up. 

“Peter, don’t leave me yet. Peter!” you whisper yell as he makes his way to the door.

“You’ll be fine. We both know I’m better at talking to girls than you but I still have full confidence,” he replies cheekily as he exits leaving the door open.

“Asshole!” You call after him but to your misfortune Wanda walks in at the same time.

“Well that’s different. Usually I get a flustered greeting from you,” she says amusedly.

“S-sorry. That was for Peter. Not you. Never you. Unless, you like asshole -er being called asshole, but you probably don’t so… Hi, Wanda. What can I do for you?”

“There it is,” Wanda chuckles. You blush in return. She glances at the spot next to you where Peter had been sitting. “May I?”

“Yes,” you squeak. You clear your throat trying to sound less nervous. “Of course.”

You take a deep breath as she sits down closer than Peter had, your shoulders touching. You look at the door while she looks at you. You try to calculate how fast you would have to move to run out the door before she can close it with her powers. You know that even if you had Pietro’s speed, you still could not run fast enough to escape this conversation. It’s been a long time coming. It was time to own up and accept the feelings you tried to ignore. You would not run away this time. You will not deny what you’ve made blatantly obvious to everyone. You are in love with Wanda Maximoff. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Wanda asks.

“As if you don’t know. You’re the telepath here,” you turn your face to hers.

“You know I won’t do it on purpose. I’ll only hear thoughts that-”

“Are loud,” you finish for her. “I know. I also know my mind is practically screaming my thoughts at you.”

“I’d rather hear them come from your mouth,” she replies quietly.

“Before I go and ruin everything-”

“You won’t,” Wanda interjects and moves to hold your hand.

“Before I go and ruin everything,” you begin again, “I want to apologize if I embarrassed you yesterday or made you uncomfortable in any way. That being said, I cannot apologize for what I said because I meant every word and I refuse to take them back even if it makes us being around each other awkward or difficult. I just want to be honest.”

You squeeze her hand and take a deep breath. You look right into her eyes, your heart beating fast. You’re scared but also excited to finally say the words.

“I love you.”

The words are said with such confidence, you’re shocked. Maybe, you’re more shocked they didn’t come from you. It takes a moment for you to shake from your stupor. 

“I-I was going to say that.”

“You were taking too long,” she says as she leans in and kisses you. It takes you two seconds to get your act together and kiss her back. You close your eyes and your heart slows to its regular beating as a calm washes over you. All worries of unrequited feelings forgotten. There are no nerves to interrupt your actions. No doubts hold you back from kissing her harder as she moves to sit on your lap without breaking your kiss. When the need to breathe can’t be ignored, you pull back feeling light headed. 

She smiles at you and she is the most beautiful thing you have ever come across with her chest heaving, lips bruised, and strands of her hair falling in front of her face. You look at her adoringly as you push her hair back to see her whole face. 

“I love you,” you finally say.

“Wasn’t too hard, was it?” she laughs. 

You roll your eyes and you kiss her this time.

***

“So, how’d it go?” Peter asks a few hours later.

“Her hair is as soft as it looks.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #my first attempt at writing #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #peter parker

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“would you still love me if I turned into a worm?” | blurbs

🌱 pairings: reader x blaise zabini, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, neville longbottom (sorted in alphabetical order)

🌱 warning tags: language, probably

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Blaise Zabini

“A what, now?” your boyfriend asks, halting the movements of his quill to look up at you; brows furrowed as if it’s the most absurd thing he has ever heard in his entire life.

“You know, those wiggly things that—”

“I know what worms are, (y/n). But what the hell?”

“Dunno,” you shrug. “I’m bored.”

“So you thought about what it’d be like to turn into a worm?” his eyes narrow out of pure bewilderment, blinking once, twice, as he finally turns back to his unfinished essay. “Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”

“Not my fault you’re taking so long with that assignment,” you grumble as you begin to shift on the puffy couch, feeling somewhat annoyed by how cold and empty it is without the other boy in it. “And besides, you love me.”

An amused chuckle escapes his lips. “Can’t say that I don’t.”

“Even as a worm?”

“Will you stop asking if I said yes?”

You nod happily, giving him the answer he needs— or well, wants, really. Even though Blaise couldn’t quite understand the pointless question, he knows it’s significant to an extent.

“Yeah, alright. I would. Now give me five minutes and we can get out of here. Deal?”

A glint of satisfaction flashes through your eyes as you give him a hum in return, thinking to yourself that maybe the silly questions could be more useful than you thought.

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Cedric Diggory

The moment the words leave your mouth, Cedric's first reaction is to laugh. He didn't mean for it to come out in a condescending way. He hadn't even meant to laugh, to begin with. But judging by the way you pout with both arms crossed, that might just have been how it came accross.

"I'm sorry," he offers sheepishly. "you were saying?"

"You heard me. I said what I've said," you grumble, despite not being genuinely upset at the hufflepuff boy you've grown to love.

"Wait, I need to get this straight," he takes another breath of air. "You're serious?"

"What do you think?" you pout once again, turning away slightly from your boyfriend. This only seems to ignite his amusement as much as it does his guilt. A second or two later, his arm finds its way around your shoulder, the other brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

"You really haven't figured it out yet?" he asks with a genuine grin on his face. You begin to eye him curiously, appreciating the charm of his pearly white teeth as you wait for the boy to go on. Soon, he pulls you into his lap where his arms craddle you lovingly.

"Sunshine," he begins. "I'm surprised you still have to ask. But if that's one way of putting my love for you, then yes. You'd be my favorite worm in the entire world."

"Promise?" you present your pinkie finger as a final means to seal the deal.

With one last chuckle, he wraps his fingers around yours. "Promise."

Everything that happens next is a flurry of innocent pecks and kisses planted along your skin, coupled with the security of two warm arms holding you in place.

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Draco Malfoy

"And what exactly do you expect me to say to that?" comes his first response after a long moment of trying to figure out just how in Merlin's name your mind came up with that question.

You, on the other hand, can't help but giggle at the slytherin boy's confusion. "Whatever's on your mind right now will do."

"Well, to be honest with you, I can't quite stomach the idea of my own girlfriend turning into a bloody worm." he nearly spits the words out, softening his edge only when your eyes meet once again. "If you were expecting a different answer, I suggest moving on to the next bloke."

Draco wasn't lying about that first bit. Worms have always been an insignificant, unseen creature in his world; wiggling in the muckiest of places where they could easily be stepped on. Hence, he doesn't like to imagine you—someone so perfectly ethereal and quintessential in every single way; the only source of light shining into his pathetic excuse of a life—to be compared to a dirty worm, of all things.

"That doesn't mean I don't love you, though," he adds in a bit of a guilty tone; voice much, much softer this time. He brings your hand to his lips, dropping a few kisses on its skin. "I just much prefer having you as you already are."

You snuggle deeper into him, indicating that you already know exactly what he means.

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Fred Weasley

“A worm!” Fred exclaims, nearly forgetting the food on his plate altogether. "What a brilliant idea!"

A few seats away, you can already see Ginny clamping her mouth shut as to not burst into fireworks of laughter. You mirror her gesture, eyes now on Fred once again, watching him announce this idea of yours to your entire group of friends.

Ron, who's not that thrilled to see his brother's public displays of affection, lets out a groan. "Wouldn't have asked him that if I were you."

"You think so?" comes your reply. "He seems to be having a lot of fun with this." you both glance at Fred, who is indeed already coming up with some sort of thrilling plot.

"Did you hear that, George?"

"Sure did, Fred."

"I reckon we could come up with a potion for that," he muses, turning back to look at you. "Give me a week or two and we can start living out that worm dream of yours, love."

"Wait, Freddie, you're getting it all wrong," you begin explaining, tugging on the boy's sleeve slightly to keep his attention on you, "It was just a silly little question. I don't actually plan on turning into a worm or anything like that."

At this point, you half expect his enthusiasm to die down from the grounding effect of your words. In reality, it doesn't.

"S'that so?" he replies, earning a nod from you. "Looks like you're missing the bigger picture to me, (y/n). Isn't that right, George?"

"Right you are, Fred." the said boy affirms. "Sorry, (y/n). I'm with him on this one."

With a sigh, you turn back to Ron, who's busily stuffing his mouth with a look on his face that says I told you so. You shake your head with a small smile at your boyfriend's shenanigans. You're not sure how you can both dread and anticipate the day of his worm adventures.

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George Weasley

"That's a new one," he asserts with an amused laugh. The boy rests his head against one of his palms, feeling instantly intrigued by your proposition. "Now tell me more about this worm business of yours."

"That's about it, actually." you admit sadly.

George frowns at this, wishing he could hear more worm stories and whatnot. Mostly he's just happy to see the way you talk about things passionately. Makes him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside in a way he can't ever get enough of.

"That's quite alright. I'll do the talking, then." he offers, rubbing his chin to think of what to say next. You light up in your seat, eyes wide in anticipation. Now it's your turn to eagerly wait for his response once again.

"I've got an idea. We could run off and start a new life— as worms!" he beams all of a sudden. You raise a brow for him to go on, not exactly complaining about your boyfriend's excitement towards the topic. "I'm only turning into a worm to make sure I can properly take care of you, of course. Wouldn't want to—er—squash you between my big human fingers, now do we?"

You both erupt into a chorus of laughter at the conjectured image, melting into one another like two fitting puzzle pieces. When you finally catch your breath again, you pose the main question once more, "So I'm concluding you're still going to love me, then?"

"Love you?" he repeats. "Oh darling, I'll be marrying you in a grand worm wedding!"

You can't hold back the gasp that escapes your lips, more than thrilled to have the first mention of marriage between you. Not too long after, you transform into a complete fit of giggles when George continues. "Then we'll happily live our worm lives, 'till death do us apart. Or when, you know, some bloke accidentally steps on us. Whichever comes first."

You lean into him lovingly to steady yourself after all the laughing. Taking a deep breath in, you mumble a soft, "You always know how to make me laugh, Georgie."

And the truth is, he wouldn't have it any other way. Worms or not.

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Hermione Granger

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand the point of this question."

"Which part, exactly?" you inquire, watching your girlfriend pull out another book from the wooden library shelves.

A few seconds pass before you get your answer. "You're not a worm," she states simply, eyeing you up and down as if to prove her point.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out, 'Mione," you follow her to the next section. "Which is why I said if I turned into a worm."

The girl looks at you again, analyzing your words and expression briefly before coming to another conclusion. "I still don't understand." she pauses to think. "Unless you might be interested in becoming an Animagus? Even then, opting for a worm wouldn't be very... effective."

You roll your eyes, speeding up to block the girl's way. She lets out a non-committal "Hey!", only for you to quickly muffle it with a warm kiss. A moment or two later, you pull away with a smirk that makes her heart melt. "Just answer the question, would you?"

Still slightly caught off guard from the contact, Hermione finally caves in. "Alright, you cheeky flirt. I love you. Even as a notional worm."

Satisfied with her answer, you plant another peck— this time on her cheek, before announcing a gentle "I love you, too."

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Harry Potter

The way his lips purse into a straight line tells you that Harry doesn't exactly understand the question. Not really, at first. Aside from being an entirely foreign concept to his ears, it also seems like an odd thing to ask someone, unless— "Oh! You're an Animagus!"

The smile on your face instantly drops at this. "What? No—"

"Why didn't you just say so, (y/n)?" he begins what—at the time—you don't know is going to be a nearly endless ramble. "I was planning on telling you this for a while now, but I know someone who's an Animagus, actually. In fact, I think you two would get along fantastically!" he lights up at the sudden idea, flailing his arms in the air out of excitement. "Yes, maybe I can try getting the both of you to meet up. No promises, of course, but what do you think?"

"I think you've got it all wrong," you frown; knowing you would have to disappoint your boyfriend and how you're not very fond of the idea.

"What do you mean?" he asks, albeit barely giving you a second to reply. "(y/n), it's alright, really. You know you don't have to hide yourself from me. Besides, I think it's brilliant!— what you can do, I mean."

The smile he gives you is the epitome of love itself, and now you're not quite sure how to handle the messy situation without pulling out the rug underneath Harry's feet. All you can do is squeeze his shoulder with a guilty smile, promising to talk about it again after dinner.

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Luna Lovegood

"Of course. Worms are lovely, don't you think?" she says with a dreamy smile. You gape at how easily the answer could be pried from your girlfriend; no questions asked. But then again, it's not like you hadn't expected this exact outcome already.

"Really?"

"Mhm," comes her gentle hum as she begins to stir her honeyed chamomile tea. A soft smile stays glued on her features, as if she's enjoying the conversation. "What kind of worm would you like to be, (y/n)?"

"I haven't really thought about it that far," You admit. "Are you sure, though? We won't be able to hold hands or anything like that."

You can't tell if you had just imagined the almost-frown tugging on her lips, because when she looks back up at you again, her sweet signature Luna smile is back in its place. "I suppose you're right. But I could carry you around everywhere with me. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

"It would be," you nod. "but can a worm even fit into that pocket of yours?" you question, noticing how hers are stuffed with unknown items; blades of grass sticking out ever so slightly. Flowers, perhaps.

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about. See?" she pulls out a couple of daisies and fairy foxgloves to reveal a now empty pocket. "Now, would you like some tea?"

You eagerly join her on the table, snuggling against your girlfriend ever so slightly as you both begin to talk about your day. The entire worm ordeal is slowly slipping out of your mind already.

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Neville Longbottom

Neville stops in his tracks at your question, taking a moment to toss the idea back and forth in his mind before he can give you a proper answer. You nearly giggle when his face scrunches up, brows knit and lips parted as he innocently asks, “But why would you turn into a worm?”

"Neville, love, no. It's a hypothetical question."

His entire body relaxes at this, releasing what you assume is a breath of relief. "Oh. I thought you were being serious for a moment there."

You shake your head with a giggle, taking a step closer to adjust the scarf around your boyfriend's neck. "I'm just curious is all. Would you still love me, then?" you ponder.

"Yes! Of course!" comes his instant reply, hands balled up into fists that match the determination on his face. "I would get you a nice worm house with all your favorite flowers in it," he bends one of his gloved finger inwards, beginning to keep count of this hypothetical to-do list. "Would you still be able to have human food? Well, either way, I promise to feed you every single day!"

He pauses, only for a second or two. "Oh! And I'll sing you worm songs! Or maybe we can sing them together? I don't know if you would still be able to talk as a worm though."

You swiftly pull him into an affectionate hug, effectively bringing his rambling—as well as the entire worm topic—to an end. His hands sheepishly find their home around your waist, where he places them softly as if it's his first time hugging you. After all the months of being together, it certainly isn't.

"What was that for?" he dares himself to ask, avoiding your eye contact shyly.

"For being the most loving and adorable boyfriend I could ever ask for," you lean in to plant a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek. You don't miss the way he pulls up his scarf to hide the blossoming blush afterwards.

I have no idea why I wrote this either lol <3

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Hmmm how about and argument scenario with Atsumu or Suna...or both 🥺

━  argument scenario with Atsumu and Suna ✧

ofc aw, also sorry if this is bad and out of character I still don't know much about these two (I'm wrapping up season 2) but I’ll do my best <3.

▲ cw : not proofread, established relationship, fem reader, crying , hurt + comfort, insecurities of abandonment , neglect, angst, slight jealousy, hint of smut at the end(for atsumu), all characters are 18+, MDNI. ▼

Atsumu 

- he had been in a bad mood from the start 

- he told you ahead of time he wasn’t feeling good so to surprise him, you went to go see him at one of his practices

- you brought him some fatty tuna and a few sports drinks to cheer up your lovely boyfriend

- arriving safe and sound with a bright smile eager to see your boyfriend

- only to find him talking to one of his fangirls, not one but 3 of them. laughing and smiling as they showered him in compliments and praise him for his athletic abilities he even let the girls touch him up for just a bit too long for your liking. 

〜 ☆

- you paused only to stare at the scene in front of you

- his brother disappointed in him, making signs that you were here waiting for him.

- he turned around to see you standing at the door frame of the gym a frozen expression plastered onto you as if you have just seen a ghost.

- those girls were pretty. prettier than you and the fact he let them touch up on him made your chest tighten. the gym was silent with only the sounds of volleyballs being thrown left and right. 

- you didn't say anything you just walked outside and waited for him to be done.

- he walked outside and drove you back home not even saying a single word.

he opened the door for you locking it once he entered as well. you still felt uneasy wanting an explanation as to why he would let those girls touch up on him like that. the way they touched his built physique left you a little hurt. you were sure if you brought it up to him it wouldn't be a problem right? just talk about it like a normal healthy couple does! right? of course!! you thought letting a few of the negative thoughts vanish from your mind.

you took a deep breath before you walked into the bedroom. Atsumu was sitting on your shared bed with his head against the headboard, scrolling through his phone watching videos to improve his spiking abilities. he seemed to be in a relaxed state, but he didn't spare a glance when you walked in. maybe he didn't hear you? you thought to yourself. the uneasy feeling overwhelming you feeling you'd breakdown at any second. 

“hey atsu.” you spoke lightly to him easing your way up to the bed. 

“what.” his tone clearly annoyed by you. you took a step back surprised by his tone and how he responded to you. he never replied with “what” it was always “yes?” or “yes my love?” taking another deep breath looking up to try and fight back your tears that were ready to stain your face at any minute now, “y-you okay baby?” you thought it’d be smarter to ask if he was still feeling okay and not bring up the fangirls..but you were dead wrong since it only set him off even more.

“I'm fine.” he grunted back at you still not looking up at you. he tightened the grip on his phone scrolling and staring at the videos more intensely now. “o-okay baby..um..” it wasn’t a good time to bring it up you already knew he was pissed off but you just wanted to get to the bottom of it immediately. if he was In a bad mood why would he talk to those girls all happy and giggly but with you a salty attitude? it didn't make sense you needed to know. “ why were those girls touching you like that.. were they your friends..?” that was the last straw for him he placed his phone down getting up to face you as you took a few steps back.

he was now hovering over you looking down at you full of anger, shivering at his mean gaze. “what's the issue? it’s just some fangirls who saw I was in a bad mood and wanted to cheer me up not like you who just walked away.” your hands were shaking at this point you felt sick to your stomach at how cruel he talked to you. how could you just stand there while girls were touching him and laughing clearly not caring he has a girlfriend?? what were you supposed to do walk towards him as if they weren’t there?

“but a-atsu I wanted to come cheer you up I made you some of your favorites-” 

“why do you care so much about some silly fangirls huh? don't we live together?? isn't that enough for you? but nooo you always have to think about yourself don't you?” he was being unreasonable at this point he knows how you get when fangirls are all over him. it was one of your insecurities that he’d reassure you didn't have to worry about since he’d never leave you, but here he was calling you selfish for caring about that.

finally, the gears in your head letting the tears promised to fall, fall down your cheeks. you sniffled rubbing your eyes as fast as you could to not let him see you but it was too late he already did. avoiding eye contact you spoke sniffling up your words.

“i just w-wanted to make you feel better why are you acting like this atsumu..”

you cried looking down as your tears hit the ground. his face switching from annoyance to concern, he messed up and he knows it. reaching out to hug you, you moved away from him and stormed out of the bedroom heading to the living room planting yourself on the couch as you hid underneath the covers to cry your little heart out. he followed you out the bedroom looking over at the meal and drinks you had planned for him. his favorite food and sports drink with a note written in your pretty handwriting he loved so much.

“I hope this makes you feel better baby! I love you so much!♡ xoxo”

- with much love y/n 

feeling his heart crack realizing the number he did on you just now. you had every right to be upset he knew you seeing him around other girls would’ve set you off he just wanted to appear as charming as possible. if his fangirls knew he was in a bad mood it would’ve caused his reputation to sink to the ground. still, he knows he shouldn’t have let them touch him like that especially if he had you at home. he let out a sigh walking up to the couch sitting right next to you with his head thrown back on the couch eyes never leaving you, watching and hearing you carefully. 

your sniffles did so much damage to him it already hurt him when he saw you cry, but crying because of something inconsiderate he did hurt him even more.

he pulled the covers down to reveal your redden tear-stained faced stilling sniffling but not fighting back when he pulled you into his chest. how could you fight back? you loved him you never want to consider leaving him as an option. you just wanted to fix things and so you let out a soft apology as he rubbed comforting circles on your back.

“no baby I'm sorry...I was being stupid and was in a bad mood but that doesn't give me the right to hurt you like this..” his voice soft yet firm making you ease up more into his chest as you sat in his lap to face him wrapping your arms around his neck.

he looked like a sad puppy he felt bad he really did which brought you to kiss him on the lips he smiled into the kiss feeling relieved. this lasted for what felt like forever. you pulled away and he rubbed the last bit of tears off your pretty eyes.

“I'm sorry baby I really am..I was like..an idiot sandwich you know?” you giggled at his joke making him smile as if he just won back his girlfriend. “it's okay atsu I love you.. please don't forget that okay?” he nodded pulling you in once more for a much more deeper and passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist while his hands roamed your body. letting out a soft moan into the kiss, his hands went under your shirt as he pulled away smirking.

“why don't you let me make it up to you pretty girl let me show you that those silly fangirls don’t mean anything to me yeah?”

Suna 

- he was always busy with volleyball

- which meant coming home really late.

- you supported him nonetheless adoring how talented he looked going against teams

- you just felt..empty without him

- he wasn’t just your lover but... your best friend 

- you missed his touch and his presence in general

- he kept coming home late from practice each week making you miss him more and more

- some nights he wouldn't even come home and would stay at a teammate's apartment at the very last minute instead of coming home to cuddle you like how he always did.

 - this made your head spiral wondering if he even acknowledges how much you miss him. 

- you understand his practice and games end really late but still, you were his girlfriend a little reassurance through a phone call or a facetime would be enough for you to sleep alright for a night.

- his texts also caused you to feel more alone back then he would spam you with stupid stuff the twins were doing back in high school and even a little bit now with stuff his teammates were doing with the occasional “i love yous” and the simple but sweet heart emojis he’d send. now it wasn't even like that. 

you glanced at your phone and it was 11:34 PM and still no text from him or sign of his arrival. did he even care at this point? you wondered tossing and turning in your shared bed scrolling through Instagram. your eyes lit up when he messaged you. hoping maybe it would be an i love you or an apology for being so neglectful towards you. 

“hey. i’ll be coming home at 12.”

“okay tarō be safe. I love you♡”

read at 11:40 PM

you sighed feeling a little happy he at least was coming home soon. still, an I love you back would’ve been nice. you waited for him for a few more minutes trying your hardest not to fall asleep. it's been so long since you two been together or specifically seen each other. part of you was excited to see your boyfriend after weeks of not seeing him but part of you was upset. so many weeks of you being alone sleeping alone without his chest to cling on or his shoulder to lay on when you cried over your favorite shows.

you jolted up when you heard the door open finally, he was home, you happily walked to the front door. Suna took off his shoes before entering placing them at the front door. you greeted him kissing his cheek hugging him tightly, you missed this..you missed him.

“hey y/n. I'm tired do you mind?”

you pulled away looking up at his dissatisfied expression. first, he calls you by your actual name and then tells you to back off after god knows how long you’ve seen him. he walked past you heading straight to the bathroom to wash up. you stood there appalled at the fact he barely acknowledged you only to tell you back off. you couldn’t believe it but you tried to shrug it off, maybe he was in a bad mood? he’ll still cuddle you to sleep so you have that to look forward too!...you hoped.

when you walked back to the bedroom he was already going underneath the covers and you followed, going under them with him, while his back was facing you. you waited a while to see if he’d ask you if you wanted to cuddle. waiting... and still not a word not even a goodnight when he finally turned the lights off.

you missed him so much all you wanted was him to acknowledge you just a little. you moved closer to his back and hugged him from behind. 

“god, y/n why are you so needy all of a sudden?” rolling his eyes at you in annoyance. you moved your hands back to you sitting up to face him.

“why I’m so needy?? jeez tarō I don't know maybe I haven't seen my boyfriend in god knows how many weeks!” you snapped back at him causing him to get out of the bed. 

“It was 5 weeks it wasn’t even that bad!” he yelled back at you, you felt your heart become heavy looking at his eyes that had not a trace of love in them while your very own eyes felt heavy holding back tears.

“you’ve been coming home late all the damn time suna! sometimes you don't even show up! I miss you so much sometimes I....” you froze the tears finally starting to fall. “I don't even think you love me anymore..” 

he froze his eyes widening at your final words. how could he be so blind? his sweet girl had every right to be needy for him 5 weeks must've felt like an entirety to you and now that he finally gets home he's acting like an assshole to you pushing you away as if you were nothing but an obstacle. he sat back down on the bed to hug you. a genuine one full of love and regret. it was silent for a few minutes of just the two of you tight in each other's embrace. 

“I’m..sorry my love...I didn't mean to yell at you like that I miss you too I just..I'm sorry” he felt bad he didn't mean to hurt you. he knows he's at fault here and all he can do is mumble apologies while he pulls you close to him as he hides his face in the crook of your neck for comfort. you hugged back of course finally having him in your arms brought you joy. 

“it's okay tarō...I love you...we’ll be okay, okay?” he nodded planting soft kisses on your forehead. “I love you too baby..but let's go to bed my love it's getting late..” smiling he pulled you into his chest to cuddle you to sleep wiping the remaining tears you had still left in you. after a while you fell asleep in his chest while he watched you sleep peacefully.

“heh.. you’re such a crybaby .” he smiled pulling you in closer planting soft kisses on you trying not to wake you.

“I love you y/n I promise to make it all up to you.” 

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Stiff That You Love

Ushijima Wakatoshi (Timeskip!) x Female reader

Masterlist!!!

You never thought you'd see him again. You almost choked on the truffle pasta that you ordered in this café when a certain beautiful giant waved and made his way to you.

"Holy damn." You whispered underneath your breath as his strides made their way towards your table. You knew he was already a show stopper back then, but now???!

You were so sure everyone would drop dead at the sight of him.

"Hi." He greeted with his deep voice. "Do you still remember me?"

Surprise filled your expression at his question but you smiled politely and nodded your head. "How could I forget? How are you Ushijima?"

You swore you saw a glint of relief and excitement in his eyes but it immediately wavered as he motioned to the chair in front of you.

"May I?" He asked again, holding the back of the chair.

Is he really going to sit here with me?!

"Sure, of course." Your voice squeaked at the feeling of your heart bursting out of your chest. His greeting was enough to kick the air out of your lungs but a whole conversation?! You didn't know how long you would last in his ever- intimidating presence.

-

It was already the last year in college and you were so determined to graduate with latin honors. Every single minute of your life, you dedicated it to studies, friends and family. They were all that mattered. And so you stayed until the wee hours at certain café spots around the university or at the library inside the campus. You went to meet up with friends during the weekends only for a simple dinner or lunch. You called your family members every chance you get during free time. That was your life. And you were content.

But then this boy came in to the picture.

"You will be partnered together and I shall assign the pair. Make sure you finish the written output, video presentation, and oral defense at the end of the semester." Those were the words of your professor during one of your classes before yours and his name were called out together.

You swore it was fate. Romance was really not in the forefront of your mind but as they say, "You'll find it best when you're not looking".

AND MY GOD WERE YOU SO WRONG!

This man named Ushijima Wakatoshi who came out from nowhere, looking as good they come, had no ounce of romance nor funny bone in his muscular body. He was the most dense, most serious, most infuriating man you've ever met in your whole life!!! He was a whole perfectionist, always so blunt at his comments about the outputs that you showed him. He was also so strict with the deadlines, not considering that you had other classes than this that had much more weight and importance.

You were so close to giving up but...

"Y/n?" You knew that voice only belonged to the certain antagonist in your story right now.

Your hands trembled as you wiped the tears streaming down your face after your meeting together at the library.

"Ushijima, hey!" You pretended to be your usual chirpy self as you turned around to face him.

It was already late so the lights surrounding the university casted an unworldly glow on his face. He was always so breathtaking no matter where you put him but damn those looks! He was just as heartless.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a worried tone.

"I'm fine. I'll be going home now. See you next week." You excused yourself.

"Wait." His cold fingers caught your arm and that made you stop your tracks.

"Is there a problem, Wakatoshi?"

He bowed his head before slowly releasing you in his grip. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior."

"W-what?" You wanted to make sure if what your ears heard was right. He does not seem the type to apologize.

You heard another deep sigh as he looked at you. "I've always been told that I come off too much to others. I didn't realize it until recently when one of my friends told me."

"Oh, well..."

"I'll try to be better though. I'll be more careful from now on. And I'm really sorry if I ever hurt your feelings in the past." He said with all seriousness that you can't help but sigh and just nod.

"You can be really mean sometimes." You agreed and chuckled, letting a tear escape your eyes.

"You've been crying." He stated flatly as if he was reciting a trivia. "I'm still so sorry."

You giggled. "Yeah, I forgive you. Anyway, it's getting late, Wakatoshi. We have to head home."

"I'll walk you home." He said with a finality in his voice. You were again, surprised by his actions but just agreed because this was such a draining day.

And as you were nearing where you stayed, you were again surprised at how comforting his presence was.

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You did find his presence after that night relaxing. He became more tactful and he started to insert jokes during your meetings which shocked you so much the first time that he felt a little offended. You became such close friends that his team mates in volleyball were again, shocked that he managed to get a friend outside the team. It was just a matter of getting used to, you thought to yourself. He's just so honest, mechanical, and straightforward to a fault and you got to master how to tell him off when needed. He also developed to trust you so whenever he needed advice, he would always go to you and trust your honest words.

Looking at him now, it made your heart warm at how far he'd come. It's amazing to have known him then. To have seen how he grew as an athlete, a student, and a person. He may still be a little stiff but that's just the Wakatoshi you've come to love.

"Soo..." He started while sitting back down again after claiming his coffee from the counter. "I am not disturbing you, am I?" He pointed at the laptop and papers next to you.

You laughed. "Not at all! I finished them anyway."

"How have you been then?" He asked. His elbows were resting on the table and his hands were holding on to the cup of coffee. The sight was a little funny considering his giant built was leaned onto a very small table.

You smiled gently. "I've been good! I got the job that I dreamed of having and I own some businesses too. Ho--"

"Your eyes sparkle the same way." He cut off.

"What?" You asked, surprised at his random comment.

"Your eyes..." He pointed out. "They sparkle the same way they did in college when you were talking about something you like."

"How did you notice that?" You laughed.

"I'm known to be observant." He smirked slightly, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Okay, Mr. Oh-So-Observant, how are your matches going? I've been tuning in since the first tournament and it looks like you're going to the semi- finals!" You cheered not hiding your pride and excitement for the country's national volleyball team. When you searched on how to watch the live games, you insisted that you were there to cheer for the country and definitely NOT to cheer and simp for a certain brown- haired, serious player. Definitely NOT!

"You've been watching our games?" He asked, eyes slightly widening at the thought of you cheering for him. What he didn't know was that you were always watching his games since college, not missing even one match. You were always there, crying at how proud you were of him. Also, crying at how much he could never be yours.

"Of course, I have, silly!" You chuckled and pointed at your laptop. "I've been watching here and you're just so amazing and strong!"

He suddenly paused at your statement, silently raising a brow at you and smiling softly.

"I- I meant that your whole team is amazing and strong." You clarified, a blush automatically painting the whole of your face and ears.

"Would you like to go tomorrow?" He blinked, setting down his cup on the wooden surface. "To the game, I mean?"

Your eyes widened at his offer. "Are you serious?!"

He chuckled at your reaction. "Of course! We're allowed to bring spectators for the games, I'll just give you the tickets."

"Wow, Ushijima, thank you so much! It's an honor!" You chimed excitedly, jumping a little on your chair.

"The honor's mine." He replied, grinning at you.

He already knew back then that you were one of a kind. No one ever really stayed and tried to understand his demeanor and personality but you did. You were so honest and kind and you always knew what to do or say to keep him at ease. You accepted him for who he was and he's so thankful to have met such a beautiful soul. Even when you were doing nothing, even when you're just sitting across this table from him, without you knowing, you already made up his entire exhausting day. Hell, you made up all those exhausting years of not seeing each other since you two graduated. He suddenly imagined if being with you would always be like this. So peaceful and just pure bliss...

"You've got to be shitting on me! Is that Ushiwaka?" The pair sitting next to the glass walls of the café was oblivious of the red- haired tower and group of men walking past the street. All of them were wearing coats and casual attires as they're planning to go for lunch at their favorite restaurant for a little reunion. The all powerful Shiratorizawa Volleyball Team, headed by Ushijima in high school, cowered like puppies at the name of their captain being mentioned.

"Where?!" Goshiki stopped and shielded himself from an invisible force. "He said he couldn't make it!"

"I guess our baby's growing up, look!" Tendou hummed and pointed at the two of you laughing and looking at each other with heart eyes. "I bet they don't know that they're shooting hearts at each other."

"I never thought he could smile like that." Semi whispered.

"Yeah well, he's been crushing on that girl since college." Tendou filled the silent wonder of the whole group. "That's why she looked familiar! He kept sending me photos of them together studying or something..."

"Studying, my ass!" Shirabu laughed as they continued staring and hiding behind a post at the same time.

They all burst out laughing and again Tendou chuckled. "No seriously, they were studying!"

"Yeah well, they look good together. I hope he'd have the balls to ask her out. Please god!" Goshiki put his hands together as if seriously praying.

"Bet you 10, 000 yen, we'd be attending his wedding two years from now." Semi challenged.

"Nah, I'll go with a year." Tendou offered.

The men casted their bets on how long you and Ushijima would get married. They knew their captain so well to be sure enough that he was serious with you. Safe to say, Semi won the bet.

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[yamagucji]

Reacting to their s/o breaking down

ft. atsumu, oikawa, aone, and sakusa

warnings. little angst, lots of crying but lots of fluff

ATSUMU

when he saw you sprinting to your bedroom as soon as you came home, he was enraged to say the least

because those are definitely tears on your eyes, and atsumu’s now wondering as to who might’ve hurt you

he straight up panicks at first, because he doesn’t know if it’s a good time to approach you or not. so he does what he’s done to comfort his brother before— by giving you company outside your door

“angel?” he knocked lightly, sliding down to the floor and leaning his head against the door. he can hear your muffled sobs, it hurts. he wishes it were him instead of you

“if ya wanna talk just let me know, but... if not, i’ll be here waiting for you.”

so atsumu waits. he waits for as long as you need; 30 minutes, 1 hours, to a couple hours. it doesn’t matter, because when you open the door he’ll be there

after calming down a bit, you called out to him under your bedroom sheets. “tsumu...?”

he replies, almost instantly. “yeah? what do you need?”

“...you.”

and just like that he barges into your room, nearly jumping into bed and engulfing you in his arms

“feelin’ better?” he mumbled against you, rubbing the back of your head with his palm

atsumu will do his best not to barge you with his questions, waiting for you to open up at your own pace

now this man will literally turn into a whole COMEDIAN trying to make you feel better afterwards

yes put a red plush on his nose and call him clown atsumu <3

would also offer to take you to a convenience store

“ice cream? chips? what else d’you want babe?” atsumu peeked from the aisle over, his arms already loaded with goods

it’s 2 in the morning but atsumu doesn’t give a F!CK especially after seeing you so distraught a while ago. he’ll do anything to make you feel better quickly

OIKAWA

you never meant to break down over such a small accident, but you slipping on the floor along with your plate of food had made you tip over

out of such a terrible week, even your food couldn’t be spared

oikawa had watched you from the couch and was about to break into laughter (whole heartedly) if it wasn’t for the sight of you bringing your knees against your chest and sobbing

“love?” oikawa rushed over to you. “hey it’s alright, i can prepare you another plate of food” he cooed, feeling guilty of what had happened

he saves the cleaning for later, leaving the spilled food on the floor

“ah, come on look at me,” he pulled your head out of your knees, realizing now that your cause of breakdown wasn’t just because of the food

oikawa knows just how it feels to have a bad day, and on top of that, to eventually tip over because of all the heavy weight. so he makes you talk it out with him

tears, hiccups and probably snot running down your nose— oikawa will listen to every word you muster to say to him

“is that why? why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he wipes a tear off your face, his gentle voice cradling you

“b- because,” you hiccuped, “i didnt want to bother you with my problems” :(

he’ll wipe every tear off your face, giving you a few headpats and soft kisses on your forehead

“you’ll never bother me,” he mumbled against you. “next time, don’t be afraid to tell me what’s wrong okay?”

he sits with you for a little while longer, letting you pour everything you’ve bottled up out of you. and once you’ve finally calmed down does he start cleaning up

of course, all you need to do is get comfortable on the dining chair while he does the rest of the work

oikawa will put on the silly apron that you got him with pride, making sure to show it off and ease up your mood

“ha! don’t i look good?”

you huffed out a laugh, finally letting out your first smile of the night

whatever it is you want to eat, he’ll cook it for you <3

even though he’s already eaten just a couple hours ago, oikawa will also make a plate for himself so you don’t have to eat alone

AONE

you’ve been trying to get through your school work for hours now, but it’s just too difficult

“one more,” you told aone, bouncing to another question on your paper only to find that it’s even more difficult to answer than the rest

he sat quietly beside you; finally giving you space after asking if he could help you a few times before

you see... you definitely needed his help and although you’re sure aone was doing pretty well in this subject, you didn’t want to bother him nor show him that you were struggling :(

but before you knew it, tears were pooling down your face and onto your workbook

“hey,” aone mumbled, immediately soothing gentle motions over your back. “let’s take a break.” you know there’s no point in arguing— not with the way he’s closing up your materials

but you do, anyway. “but i- i have to finish this,” you huffed out defeatedly

seeing aone’s concerned expression makes you cry out more, and it doesn’t help when he starts to pull your face closer to his, wiping away at your cheeks

“hm, we’ll do it together, okay love? i am positive you’ll be able to get through this,”

“but right now,” he takes your hand, coaxing you over to his bed. “i think it’s time for a break”

the two of you will lay together on his bed, with your head on aone’s chest and his palms running over your back

it’s more of a quiet moment— save for your muffled sobbing

though once in a while aone will put his lips close to your ear and whisper words of affirmations to you

“im proud of you today. you should be, too,”

“i can see that you work really hard on your studies... but it’s okay to take a break sometimes”

he pulls your head slightly away from his chest, slipping a kiss to your forehead. “taking a break just means you’ll become even more stronger,”

and you know just how much those words weigh, especially coming from aone

aone won’t mind if you fall asleep. he’ll actually be more than grateful— to finally see you at peace

so the next time you get through with your work, he’ll be there with you <3

(he’ll even offer to have you sit on his lap as the two of you do work but only if you’re comfy)

SAKUSA

sakusa’s a very careful person, but his words can be jarring at times

you know that as his s/o, he never has an intent to hurt you. but this time... he’d struck a nerve without meaning to

“i just don’t see why it’s such a serious matter to you,” he replied, staring straight ahead on the pathway ahead of him

the two of you were talking about something from your past— something that continues to bother you

you took his words as: why are you so sensitive about it?

when sakusa had actually meant: there’s no need to be so worried

it had felt as if sakusa didn’t care about your situation, so you left the conversation there and sulked in silence for the rest of your walk home

he certainly noticed

just as he was unlocking the entrance door with his keys, sakusa had mumbled in frustration. “what’s going on with you today...”

and that was the last straw

you turned to him with frustration, too, the build-up tears finally escaping your eyes

“what do you mean-” you hiccuped, “what do you mean what’s going on with me today? i tried to tell you but it seemed like...”

sakusa lets go of the keys, the entrance door still closed. “like what?” he dared to whisper

“like you didn’t care, omi...”

he paused for a moment, watching as you looked down from him; hiding your face and your feelings

sakusa doesn’t know what overcame him— it’s not like him to act on instinct but he did just now

he brings you to his arms, taking off his mask in the process and leaning his cheek beside your head

“i dont,” he says cautiously this time. “i don’t know what made you think that, but i can assure you that i care about you,”

“the most,” sakusa added

he was hugging you a bit tighter than usual, his chest beathing in a frenzy against your ears

sakusa will clarify to you what he had said earlier, making sure to voice out his true intentions and feelings

and yes, you’re sobbing in his arms outside the house but he doesn’t give any care to that at all

sakusa presses a kiss on top of your head, gently pulling you off of him after your sobbing had calmed down

“let’s come in,” his fingers intertwines with yours, finally pulling you inside

ah, but you remembered something. “oh, sorry... i took a lot of time out of our chores today”

sakusa turns back to you, scruffling your head

“don’t worry about it. i’m taking care of you today.”

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[ladydimitrescuspet]

Tonight's Theme: Being Selfish

AO3 Link! argument fic but it's not my brand so it's a bad argument fic so I am not the least bit happy with how this turned out. and I cannot tell if I've contradicted myself in this story with what I said so I apologise profusely if I did. I also apologise for any grammatical errors. regardless, please enjoy and tell me what you think if you'd like!

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The minute you stepped into Alcina’s study, the atmosphere changed. She knew why you were there and let out sharp exhale before lighting a cigarette.

Alcina took a drag, blowing the smoke out before she looked at you. “My answer still hasn’t changed, draga mea.”

You frowned as you walked over to her. “Why not?” You asked.

“Because it is far too dangerous for you to do.” Alcina replied.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Why do you even get to make the decision? It’s my body, it should be my choice.” You argued.

“Darling, if I let you make any and every decision you wanted to then you wouldn’t be standing here right now.” Alcina said. She had a point. You’d made a pretty reckless decision a few months ago and it’s made her even more protective of you.

“Look, it’s sweet that you’re trying to protect me, Alci, but I really am capable of making my own decisions, reckless or not.” You replied.

Alcina sighed. “Little one, I really don’t have the time to go over this right now. I am swamped with business.” Alcina said as she replaced her quellazaire with her pen.

“That’s always your excuse, that you’re too busy for me.” You were tired of her constantly brushing you off.

“I am never too busy for you. I simply don’t wish to have this argument with you, Y/N.” Alcina responded, rubbing at her temples. “The risks of taking the cadou are high, as I’ve told you. We’ve no idea what it can and will do to you and I’d rather not take the chance to find out.”

“But Mother Mirana clearly stated that it’s the only way she’ll bless our relationship and let us marry.” You replied.

Alcina laughed dryly. “Is that what this is about? You want to seek Miranda’s approval of our relationship?” Alcina asked. “You silly little mouse, Miranda doesn’t care about our relationship. She doesn’t care about you, nor me, nor my daughters, or any of the other Lords. No, Miranda only cares about obtaining a proper vessel for her darling daughter, Eva. I stopped seeking her approval on matters a long time ago so I suggest you quit while you’re ahead.”

Your frown deepened at her words. “That’s not what I meant, Al.”

“Then what did you mean, dear one? Hmm?” Alcina asked. “Is that not what you were implying? That you wish to get that thing put into your body so you can marry me? Do you not care about your own well being, that you’d just do without thinking?” Alcina abandoned her pen once again, but this time to pick up her glass of wine. "If you did, you wouldn’t keep hounding me about it. PPlus, your intent for the cadou is purely selfish, and that’s not a good look for anybody.”

You snatched the glass out of her hand before she could take a sip, the look of shock on her face making you regret the decision a bit. After all, the wine did help her calm down so you sat it down on the desk. “I don’t understand.” You said softly. “It may be a selfish reason, but you said I was your one true, the love of your life. And I can’t be that without the cadou, without the ability to be immortal like you and the girls. You say you love me, but you won’t let me do the one thing that’ll keep us together forever. And I don’t understand.” Your voice cracked as your eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, yes, please cry me a river. I know it’s a harsh reality, but I am doing this for your own safety, Y/N.” Alcina replied. “And frankly, I don’t care how my decision makes you feel, the answer is no and that is final. Am I understood?” Alcina asked.

You nodded your head and sniffled. “But I love you and if you loved and cared about me like you always say then you’d let me take it.”

“You say you understand my words, yet you still stand here defying my answer, trying to guilt trip me into changing it.” Alcina stood from her desk and headed towards the door. “Listen to me carefully, you ungrateful little mouse. You can go to Miranda and ask for that damned parasite of hers, but if anything goes wrong, do not come crawling back to me. You can beg, you can cry, you can scream into you’re blue in your little face, you will be dead to me and my daughters, and you will not be welcomed into my home. The decision is yours to make as you wished for it to be and what you do now regarding the cadou is none of my concern.” Alcina said rather calmly albeit the scowl on her face before leaving you alone in her study.

You broke down as soon as she left. Alcina had very good reasons as to why she didn’t want you to take the cadou, why she was being so hostile. But still, her words hurt you. It made her love for you seem inferior, but you refused to believe that that was the case. Alcina said she was doing this for your own safety and you were just going to have to trust her on this.

As you gathered yourself together, you left Alcina’s study. She’d given you an ultimatum, the decision should’ve been easy. You’d simply just have to forget about the cadou and live your life with Alcina until your dying day. Then she’d find someone else to replace you in heart, you grimaced at the thought, blocking it from your mind as you wiped at your eyes.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” A voice asked you. Daniela’s, you assumed.

You shook your head. “I’m fine.” You replied, your voice sounding a little scratchy.

“You don’t sound fine. And Mother looked awfully upset a few moments ago.” Daniela said.

You sighed. “We had a disagreement about something, no big deal.” You shrugged your shoulders as you continued walking down the hall.

“About the cadou, right?” You stopped and turned to look at her. “Mother may have been muttering about it to herself when I saw her.” She admitted. “Bela and Cassandra went to go and try to comfort her so I thought I’d wait for you.”

You gave her a small smile. “That’s sweet of you, thank you. And yes, it was about the cadou.” You replied. “It was a stupid thing to bring up again. I just, I fear for the day that I can no longer be with any of you, that’s all.3”

“Mother fears for it too, if it’s any consolation.” Daniela said. “She cares for you, Y/N, she really does. It’s been so long since Mother’s had someone around that she truly loves and she doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I understand that, Dani, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I took the cadou.” You replied.

“But if Mother lost you, it’d be the end of hers.” Daniela said. “I think Mother is saying no because she doesn’t want to risk losing it before she has to. She’d rather you spent your days with her until you’re old than to lose you before your lives together really started. Mother’s not the one to really wear her heart on her sleeve, but she intends to do well by you, Y/N. Even if it seems a bit selfish.”

You nodded your head. “Being selfish seems to be the theme for tonight.” You murmured to yourself. “Listen, Dani, it’s not that I don’t want to just spend my days with her until I grow old. I want to be with her forever, and I can’t risk losing her just like she can’t risk losing me. Will you take me to her?” You asked.

Daniela nodded her head, leading you to where her Mother was. “Just promise you won’t leave us, no matter what. You’re one of the nicest people here and I’ve grown rather fond of you.”

“I can’t make any promises, Dani, but I’ll try.” You replied. You let out a small exhale before knocking on the door.

Bela opened the door, a little surprised to see you. “Now’s not the best time, Y/N.”

“Please, I just... I need to talk to her for a moment.” You replied.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough talking with Mother for one evening?” Cassandra sneered at you.

Daniela pushed Cassandra out of the way. “Leave it alone, Cass. It’s not really any of your business what goes on between Mother and Y/N in private. Let them talk to her. Now.” Daniela said as she grabbed your hand, guiding you into the room. “Mother, Y/N has something they’d like to talk to you about.”

Alcina hummed before waving her hand in the air signalling for her daughters to leave the both of you. Daniela gave your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, Bela gave you a sympathetic smile, and Cassandra growled at you. You’re pretty sure Cassandra threatened you under her breath, but you could catch the small snarl she let out when Daniela hit her shoulder.

Alcina waited until the door was closed before addressing. “Come to provoke me even further, Y/N?” Alcina asked.

You’d taken a moment to notice the broken vanity in the corner of the room. Shaking your head, you walked to stand in front of her. “No. I came to... I came to apologise, Alci.” You replied.

Alcina raised her eyebrow, placing her wine glass on the table next to her. “Apologise for what, Y/N?”

“For being selfish.” You said softly. “Not that you aren’t being entirely selfish yourself, but I wanted to apologise for how I reacted. I did mean what I said, I want to be with you until the end of time, Alcina. It hurts me to think that one day I won’t have all of this, that I won’t have you just because I’m not immortal like you and I could die at the drop of a hat.”

Alcina raised her hand to your cheek, cupping it. “You will never have to worry about dying at the drop of a hat nor will you ever not have me. I am yours, as you are mine, draga mea.” Alcina replied. “You must understand that I simply won’t permit you to have the cadou at this time. It’s not safe after what happened with that wretched man-thing, iubirea mea. That’s why I said no.”

You looked at her in confusion. “It’s not safe?” You asked.

“No, my love. After what happened, Miranda’s had a bit of a set back with the parasite and it’s not... she can’t control it like she used to be able to. Her experiments have been complete failures, though she is finding success with it every once in a while. Once it is more stable then we will revisit the topic, but as of right now, I can’t let you take it.”

You hand came to rest on the one Alcina had over your cheek, squeezing it lightly. “I understand, Alci.” You said softly. “Thank you for talking to me. I know you tried to get me to understand back in the study, but I was so clouded by sheer will to spend eternity with you that I just didn’t properly understand what you were trying to tell me.”

“I’m glad you understand now, dear. I should’ve told you sooner about the instability of the parasite at the moment, I’m sorry.” Alcina apologised. “It was, like you said, a bit selfish on my behalf to keep such a thing away from you.”

You shook your head. “No need to apologise, Al, it’s fine. Besides, if you weren’t selfish, you would’ve given me to the girls to be a midnight snack a long time ago.” You said before pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand. “Are we okay?”

“Yes, draga mea, we’re fine.” Alcina replied before glancing at the time. “It is getting close to the midnight hour; may I indulge in the idea of you being a midnight snack?” Alcina asked with a smirk on her face.

You laughed as she pulled you onto her lap. “You’re incorrigible, Al.” You rolled your eyes before pulling her mouth down to yours.

Selfish or not, it was your personal goal to spend the rest of your life with Alcina, and you'd wait for however long it takes for Miranda to get the parasite under her control again, but for right now you'd be content with being a midnight snack for her until the time came for you to cross that bridge.

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[ptergwen]

Hey Val! I love ur writing so so much and ur amazing! My request is maybe like a Tom Holland x Reader where Y/N is a famous actress and Paddy’s celeb crush, and one day Tom brings Y/N home to meet his brothers and Paddy is vying for her attention and Tom and Paddy get jealous of each other? Thanks in advance if u decide to write this!💕

thank you so much love!! i took forever on this i’m sorry :( please enjoy

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“you’re dating who?” paddy gawks, harry snickering at him from across the table. tom leans back in his chair. “y/n y/l/n. you’ve heard of her, haven’t you?” he clasps his hands behind his head. “i’ve seen all her movies at least twice. i… i love her!” his youngest brother beams. “so do i,” tom playfully challenges.

“darling, you should bring her by tomorrow. sam’s cooking us dinner,” nikki suggests with a supportive smile. hearing his name mentioned, sam peeks up from his phone. “since when?” “since your brother has a girlfriend he’s only just told us about!” she nudges tom’s shoulder. tom bites back the grin growing on his lips. “a girlfriend he loves, at that.”

“he’s not the only one,” harry comments and glances at paddy, whose whole face has gone red. “i guess i could whip something up. i’m visiting the shops later,” sam agrees with a nod at tom. he winks back. “thanks, mate.” turning to his mom, tom’s own face gets warm. “sorry i haven’t said anything, mum. we’ve been trying to keep our relationship on the low. dating in hollywood is…”

“a shit show,” nikki finishes for tom. her words make him chuckle. “exactly. we wanted to make sure we were ready before bringing in the rest of the world.” eager as ever, paddy speaks up again. “i think we’re the perfect people to start with, specifically me.” that earns a quirked eyebrow from tom. “easy there, padster man.” he looks him over, trying to figure out his motives. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were trying to steal my girl.”

paddy points at him with a glint in his eyes tom has never seen. “you don’t know any better.”

the family gets back to their conversation, talking about what you’re like and how their dad’s gigs are going. tom is a bit distracted, though. he isn’t sure what paddy meant by that. realistically, he knows he won’t be stealing you away. there’s a huge age gap among other things. it seems to tom like paddy has a crush on you, a big one. he’s probably just excited to meet you. that’s good, right?

tom doesn’t think about it again until arriving back at his parents’ the next day. you’re with him this time, nervously clutching at your purse in one hand while your free one squeezes his. he frowns at your fidgeting.

“y/n… they’re gonna love you, sweetheart,” he assures you, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. “how do you know?” you wonder as you two walk up the steps. “because i love you, and i think paddy’s got a thing for you as well.” he’s smirking when he tells you this. scoffing, you curl into tom’s side. “i love you too, but what’s up with paddy?” you stand next to tom on the porch. he rings the doorbell before replying.

“he’s watched your whole filmography, all your interviews,” tom explains, shaking his head lightheartedly. “i’m sure there’s a poster or two of you in his room somewhere.” you pout your lower lip out. “aw, so he’s a fan?” “he’s my competition,” he jokes. your head falls onto tom’s shoulder with a sigh. “he’s a literal child, tom… and your brother.” you glance up at him wickedly. “maybe i can sign his posters. i think he’d like that.”

tom slips his arm around your waist, hearing footsteps come towards the door. “oh, paddy would be thrilled,” he confirms. your response is a hum as the front door swings open. “tom, darling. back so soon?” nikki teases her son, then gives you the warmest grin. “you must be y/n. we haven’t heard much about you, but we will.” you return the smile and let her take your hand to guide you inside.

after all the introductions, you gather outside to sit and talk. sam is in the kitchen cooking, nikki is helping him, and harry is setting the table. that leaves you with tom and paddy. they’re on either side of you, your head on tom’s shoulder and his arm around both of yours. paddy is talking about a school project while you nod along. he’s completely harmless, contrary to how tom described him.

“the deadline is next friday, but i’ve only just started,” paddy explains, you laughing softly. tom’s lips brush your ear. “i’m gonna look for something to drink. do you want anything?” he speaks in a whisper and trails his fingertips over your shoulder. “sure, tommy. whatever you’re having, thanks,” you reply with a kiss to the back of his hand. paddy clenches his jaw as he watches you two.

“what about you, pads? soda?” tom teases and earns a giggle from you. “i told you not to call me that,” paddy groans back. he scrunches his face up when tom reaches over you to ruffle his hair. “someone’s got to put you in your place. soda it is.” “don’t take too long.” you tilt your head back to look at tom. “i won’t.” he licks his lips before pressing them to yours, trying to deepen it form the angle.

“children are present,” you remind him, sitting back up promptly. “be a good boy and get our drinks.” “ok, fine. i’m going,” tom laughs out, pecking your cheek and standing from the couch. paddy rolls his eyes when his brother finally gets inside. he hates being thought of as a child by you, even if he is one. “so,” you start to fill the silence. “what else are you-“

“i think you’re an incredible actress,” paddy says instead with an innocent smile. “really? thank you so much.” you rest your head in your hand, grinning. “tom kinda told me already. he said you’ve seen all my movies.” “did he?” paddy repeats bitterly. he’d probably made him sound obsessed. you’re still grinning. “mhm, and that you might have posters of me.” his eyes widen, cheeks flushing a deep pink. he’ll never let tom in his room again.

“between you and me…” you look behind you to make sure tom isn’t coming. paddy scoots closer to you and nods. “i think tom is a little jealous.” “he should be,” paddy mumbles to himself. that doesn’t stop you from hearing. “what are you-“ “how about you help me with my project? i could use the extra hands,” he smoothly changes the subject. must be a holland thing.

“let’s wait until after dinner. tom is gonna be back soon, anyway,” you try to reason. you’re only fueling the fire by saying that. “i need to use all the time i have. come with me!” he’s grabbing your hands before you can protest again. you end up following paddy to his room, tom still sucked into a conversation with the rest of his family. harry sees you two pass by. he murmurs a div to paddy.

when tom gets back outside with two beers and a coke, you and paddy are gone. he frowns, heading to the kitchen once again.

“has anyone seen y/n?” he wonders and scans the room for you. “i think paddy stole her.” “they’re in his room. he just brought her up,” harry replies, his lips forming a line. a bit of anger bubbles in tom upon hearing this. “dinner is nearly done!” nikki gasps. “bring them back down,” sam requests. setting the drinks on the counter, tom sighs. “will do. give me a minute.”

tom’s annoyance only grows as he ascends the stairs. he can hear your giggling from behind the bedroom door, obviously caused by paddy. it’s silly that he’s so jealous of his baby brother, but he knows him well.

the door opens to reveal you laying stomach down on the floor and paddy on his bed. you’re autographing a picture of yourself while he gets books together for his assignment. tom isn’t sure what he was expecting, though he’s relieved this is all it is.

“oh, tom!” you notice him standing in the doorway and cap the pen. “you were right about the posters, babe.” “i see.” tom clicks his tongue. paddy scowls at his brother. “i can’t believe you told her,” he grumbles, you handing him the signed photograph. “no, it’s fine! i think it’s really sweet.” his face relaxes. “nevermind, then.” he’s now making heart eyes at you, tom inhaling a sharp breath.

“y/n/n, can i talk to you?” he asks quietly, eyes flitting over to paddy. “in private?” “um, yeah. i’ll be right back, okay?” you tell paddy with an apologetic smile. he shoots you a thumbs up, tom stepping aside so you can leave the room. “mum wants you for dinner in five, actually,” tom corrects. he’s quick to close the door behind him so he doesn’t have to hear complaints.

you’re leaning against the wall, arms crossed over your chest. tom walks up to you cautiously. “what the hell was that?” you squint at him. “i came back with the drinks, and you were gone,” he answers lowly, and not to your satisfaction. “which doesn’t answer my question.” “i… well…” tom huffs childishly. “paddy’s whisked you away! i wanted you to spend the night with my family, yeah?” he sets his hands on your hips.

putting your own hands on both his shoulders, you look at him knowingly. “babe, paddy is your family. there’s nothing wrong with some one on one time.” tom stares down at the floor while rubbing his thumb over your hip. he doesn’t say anything. “so what if he has a little crush on me? he’ll get over it.” you take a step closer to him. “what makes you think that?” tom chews his lower lip.

“he’s just starstruck. and, i’m his future sister in law,” you confidently respond, finally making tom perk up. he exhales a laugh and pulls your body against his, leaving a warm kiss on your forehead. “bonding isn’t such a bad idea after all.” “mm, i told you,” you bury your face in the crook of his neck. paddy leaves his room then, his face falling at the sight in front of him. this time, tom puts his pettiness aside.

“get in here, padster man. we’ve got room for one more.”

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