#and then i spent like thirty minutes on their faces because i <3 drawing in profile and i was like Well. so i did. Try.

[kazumahashimoto]

we were the same, and i'm sorry for letting you suffer alone

#anypony else feel normal? clap if you feel normal #like ayyuuuhhhyyghg angeal....... angeal 💔💔💔💔💔💔 #also i was like let's just get loosey goosey with this so i can just vaguely shapey up their wings #and then i spent like thirty minutes on their faces because i <3 drawing in profile and i was like Well. so i did. Try. #this was funnnnn i like it :3 #angeal drives me. insane. *shakes him bloody* #hh art #angeal hewley #sephiroth #angeal #sephgeal #ff #ff7 #ffvii #angseph

[totheblood]

massive clinger n possessive ellie headcannons!!

havent done headcanons in a hot minute... if i'm rusty i apologize.. ai audios at the end!

clingy!ellie headcanons

clingy!ellie, who just wants to do everything with her girlfriend, so much so that she sometimes can't have fun if you're not around

ellie, who has resting bitch face until you show up, and then she's smiling from ear to ear when you appear, drawing you in for a hug

"c'mere, i missed you," she sighs into the side of your neck as she holds your body firmly against hers

"i was gone for five minutes, ellie," you remind her

"still too long," and she's nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck, pressing small pecks into the indentation of your skin causing you to groan

ellie, who literally walks with her hand stuffed in your back pocket

“why can’t we just hold hands?” you ask her one day

“this is easier,” she nonchalantly shrugs, “plus i like being close to you… and my hands get cold.”

when the two of you are over at dina’s, she’s pulling you into her lap, pouting as she says: “why are you sitting all the way over there? trying to get away from me?”

she just wants to feel you breathing sometimes… it calms her

so when you sleep together you have to sleep chest to chest, so she can feel the rise and fall of your chest, comforted by your breathing sounds

when she wakes up and you’re not there she groans, dragging her feet into the kitchen and wrapping her arms around your wait from behind

you hum as she presses a gentle kiss to your neck, pulling you closer to her with a sigh

“bed’s too cold without you…come back to bed”

“ellie,” you groan, because you have class in an hour and you want to get there early, but you know she’s gonna win

“just for thirty minutes,” she groans, and then she’s pleading, “pleeaaaseee…”

“ugh, fine,” you turn around to face her, giving her a stern look, “but only for thirty minutes”

“you’re too good to me,” she says right before kissing the tip of your nose

she’s always begging for more time with you, no matter how much time you’ve spent together

spent 3 hours together? what’s 3 more?

24 hours together? there can always be an extra hour you two spend together

and you let her, because even if you don’t admit it, you secretly like it

she always finds the things you have to say interesting, hanging onto the edge of her seat listening to you talk about the most mundane shit like it’s the coolest thing she’s ever heard

she told you once: “anything that comes out of your mouth is so interesting to me. you could make sleeping sound interesting, or maybe i’m just crazy and in love with you.”

“crazy in love with me?”

“no crazy and in love with you…”

when you have to spend time away from her back home she’s pacing her room, unsure of what to do with herself

it’s late at night and she wants to tell you goodnight and talk about how your day went, but she doesn’t want to be annoying

she decides fuck it, she’d rather hear your voice than go to bed angry

so she’s biting her fingernails as she calls you up, heartrate quickening every ring you don’t answer

but then you do and she’s taking a big sigh of relief

 “i’m sorry for calling so late at night… i needed to hear your voice…”

she knows she’s borderline possessive… okay she’s pretty possessive… but she can’t help

she makes it a point to use “my girl” as frequently as she can

“me and my girl are going to see barbie on opening night.”

“my girl is so fucking funny, you have no idea”

or the “you’re so pretty, my pretty girl”

it also becomes a problem when she finds herself convincing herself that everyone who meets you, wants you

because how could someone know you and not love you?

so she comes off as stand-offish around your friends, dissecting every behavior they do towards you and trying to convince you they are in love with you

“ellie, she just offered me a ride home…”

“yeah, sure… it starts with a ride home, but before you know it she’s begging to eat you out”

“ellie, oh my go-”

“hey, i know what it’s like to have a crush on you. i know when other people are crushing on my girl.”

you have to admit it does help your ego

possessive ellie who can never leave your side at a party, grip tightening when she sees some jack ass staring at you

when her fingers dig into your side you turn to look at her, a worried look on your face when you notice her tense jaw and eyes trained on some guy

“you’re okay?” you tentatively ask, causing her green eyes to flick to you

“yea, dude’s got a staring problem…” she says casually, rolling her eyes

deciding you want to calm her down, you kiss her cheek..

“i love how you look out for me, els,” you smile, causing her cheeks to redden as her gaze softens

“i just- i can’t stand how they’re looking at you…”

“i know, baby,” you coo as you rub her shoulder, “but i’m yours and yours only, you know this.”

this causes her to physically relax. you can see how her whole body just gives into your touch

“you’re all mine,” she smiles, tight lip leaning into properly kiss you

#Anonymous #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Is it perhaps ok to ask for a single father reader? Like his child is still young, like 2-3, and reader is kinda like Tanjiro and Ubuyashiki from demon slayer? I would really like to see all the characters but I’d definitely like to see Tecchou, Jouno, Atsushi and Chuuya the most, I hope this isn’t too much or bad

Single Father! Reader

Self-Aware! BSD Cast x Male! Single Father! Reader

Description: It was supposed to be another normal day. Until your phone start glowing.

Warning: OOC, English is my second language

It was 9 pm, when you finally get home.

Before entering your apartment, you take a few breaths and put a smile on your face. With a knock, you turn your keys and opened the door.

Immediately you heard a sound of small footsteps. A three-year-old toddler waggle towards you.

Mrs. Greenhill, sweet old lady, your neighbor, followed after them. You were Incredibly lucky, that she agreed to look after [K/N], while you were at work. You nodded at her.

"Good evening, Mrs. Greenhill"

Your crouched down and hug your kid.

"Hello, [K/N]."

[K/N] giggle. They hugged you.

"Daddy home!"

Mrs. Greenhill's voice was soft.

"[K/N] were a good kid today. They were well-behaved in a daycare, ate their veggies and draw you a picture, [Y/N]."

Your kid giggle again. They wiggle out of your hold and, after taking your hand, start walking towards living room.

"Gift for daddy! Look!"

You followed [K/N], but turn your head towards Mrs. Greenhill.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Greenhill. Have I ever thanked you for..."

Old lady raised her head.

"Every day, few times a day. Don't be nervous, [Y/N], you aren't looking ungrateful. I am happy to help."

You smiled again.

It was hard to be a single parent. Your parents were against you keeping [K/N] and insisted on giving them up to adoption. When you refused, they cut all contacts with you. The rest of the family were either on their side, or ignored both you and them.

So, you and your kid were living in a small apartment, that you rented, and you were working from dusk till dawn to earn money on a dead end job (with minimal wage), so your kid can have a happy life. You, once again, mentally thanked Mrs. Greenhill for agreeing to babysit [K/N]. She was a true savior.

_____

🐾 As usual, you insisted on Mrs. Greenhill staying for dinner. As usual, after she left, you played with [K/N]. As usual, you two watch some cartoons, you read [K/N] a bedtime story and put them to bed. As usual, you prepared for tomorrow's day. As usual, you spent thirty minutes before bed to read some manga and play some games on your app. As usual, your phone glow white. As usual, BSD Characters appeared in your flat...

🐾 BSD Cast were expecting disbelief or shouting. Not heavy tired gaze, and "Congrats, [Y/N], you went crazy, what a pity...". And they didn't expect you to turned out the light and went straight to bed.

🐾 Next morning, you wake up because of delicious smell. Your yesterday's hallucinations were still here and they were cooking breakfast. What nice hallucinations. Or you are being robbed by a nice burglars.

And then you heard it. [K/N]'s voice. They were giggling. And giggles came from the kitchen.

You saw white. Without second thought, you ran into the kitchen. You grabbed first person who got into your way and growl.

"Let go of my kid!"

🐾BSD cast looked towards you nervously. Kunikida's glasses almost fall down from his nose, while he was trying to get away from your grip. Oda, despite looking at you, somehow managed to feed [K/N] a few more spoons of porridge. Your kid was giggling.

🐾 It took thirty minutes to calm you down. After that, BSD Cast finally explained, what was happening. And what they were planning to do next.

About how grateful they were. About wanting to live together, promising to make sure, that you and [K/N] will always have helpers and enough money.

And, if you don't want to stay with them, they promised monthly payments, so you could support you and your kid for the rest of [K/N]'s life.

Halfway through story, you noticed, that you were incredibly late for work. Well, you guess, you should start searching for a new job.

And then you heard Fitzgerald plans on paying you for your kindness.

...

The situation was too bizarre. You need fresh air. And a walk with [K/N] through the park.

You hopped, that you will think about, what to do next.

_______

🐾 The next few days were busy. You packed up all your things, officially quitted your job, says goodbye to Mrs. Greenhill and moved to a new house with your new friends (a.k.a. new uncles, aunts, grandparents and siblings for [K/N].

And BSD Cast start learning about new side of you. About Dad [Y/N]. And about being a big family.

_____

🐯 Atsushi act as older brother figure for [K/N]. He took it upon himself to pick them up from a daycare.

After realizing, how much you were doing for your kid and how hard it was, start respecting you even more.

📒 Kunikida is helping to teach [K/N] new things. Try to teach them about planning, but [K/N] asked "Uncle Kida" to play instead. [K/N] used puppy dog eyes. It was super effective.

🩺 Yosano is making sure, that [K/N] is healthy. And she is monitoring your health, to make sure, that all this month of overworking didn't cause any damage.

🌨️ Junchirou makes dessert for Naomi and [K/N]. He uses his ability to make [K/N]'s games more interesting.

👩🏻 Naomi took the role of big sister very serious. Makes sure, that kid are doing great.

🍵 Kirako took [K/N] to play with cats.

🛏️ Katai is finding computer games and kid cartoons for [K/N]. Monitor kids nap time.

🐄 Kenji is teaching [K/N] about farm animals and gardening. Immediately got a cow, so everyone could have fresh milk every day.

🐰 Kyouka is another big sister. She is a little bit more awkward, than Naomi, but she is doing her best.

🕵🏻 Ranpo is mischievous older brother. He is seeking candies for [K/N].

👘🗡️ You and him are members of Tired Dads(tm) club. Helps you to look after [K/N].

🪢🦀 Dazai is a fun uncle. He tries not to joke about ending his life near kid.

💉 Mori is another member of Tired Dads(tm) club. Buy your kid everything he can buy.

🍷 Chuuya is another fun uncle. He competes for kid's love with Dazai.

Respects you for being a young caring father. Ready to help you at any time of the day.

🌂 Kouyou became a mother figure for a kid. Helps you with tips on how to take care of a child.

🇫🇷 Verlaine is more distant uncle. He plays with kid and acts as a bodyguard for you and [K/N].

🎧 Rimbaud is another bodyguard. Will do anything for a kid, even play in snow during winters.

🏍️ Albatross bought at least dozens toy cars for a kid. Can't wait for a kid to grow up, so he can take kid on a motorcycle ride.

🧑‍⚕️ Doc is another doctor for a kid. Will make cast, so kid could draw on it.

🧊 Iceman is a quiet uncle. Will took kid for an ice cream, while uncles Chuuya and Dazai are arguing.

🗣️ Lippman will prepare kid for kids shows in a daycare/kindergarten. Will took thousands of pictures with mini-actor [K/N].

🎹 Piano Man is another guardian. Plays with kid almost every day.

🧥 Akutagawa tries to act as soft as he can near kid. Will be the one, who protect kid from bullies.

🔫 Higuichi is picking up cute outfits for kid. Wants to go to Disneyland with them.

🚬 Hirotsu is kid's grandpa. Takes kid for walks.

🔪 Gin is another big sister. Learn little dances with a kid.

🩹🧲 Tachihara is another big brother. And took his seriously. No one would dare to make kid cry in his presence.

🍰⭐⭕🚸 👧🏻 Aya, Oda's kids, Kyuusaku, Elise and [K/N] created a kids club. They play and have fun together.

💎 Karma is trying to look after kids. Often got sucked in their games.

🍋 Kajii will teach kid about science. He is very careful and only shows harmless experiments.

🍛 Oda is another member of Tired Dads (tm) club. Main babysitter for all kids. Very good at taking care of the kids.

💰 Fitzgerald is paying for everything. He also can't help, but cancel his plans, so he can play with [K/N].

🦝 Poe writes simple stories, so kid can practice their reading skills. Proud uncle, will treat everything kid wrote as a masterpiece.

🐋 Melville is another grandpa. Tells kid stories about sea and travels. Will play pirates with kids.

🐙 Lovecraft let kids climb over his monster form. He literally became a playground.

🍇♊ Twain and Steinbeck are taking kid on small"adventures". On a small works in forest, where they hide treasure chests with toys and candies.

☕ Lucy is another big sister. Try to compete with Kyouka for kid's love. Annie's room became a playground for a kid.

🪶 Alcott is quiet aunt. She is planning trips with kid, so they would be happy at the end.

👒 ✝️ Hawthorne and Mitchell control others, so they won't over-spoil the kid. Make sure, that kid are well-behaved and good.

😷 Pushkin read stories for a kid. Surprisingly nice and soft towards kid.

🫖 Goncharov prepares lunches for a kid.

🐀 Fyodor is playing cello for the kid. It feels strange, to hear cello cover of "Baby Shark" song.

🦇 Bram is another member of Tired Dads (tm) Club. Look after kid. Sometimes, will fly, while holding kid in his arms.

🤡 Nikolai is teaching kid magic tricks. Will always try to make him smile. Kid's partner in crime.

🃏 Sigma teaches kid new games. Shares cookies with them.

⚔️ Fukuchi is the last member of Tired Dads (tm) Club. Will be the one, who will deal with adults, who tries to make kid cry.

👧👩👵 Teruko is a spy in disguise. Will use her, ability to pretend to be a preschooler, so she can protect kid from bullies.

🌸 Tetchou will always gives kid piggyback rides. Will also play sports with kid.

Want you to teach him how to be as mentally strong as you are. You became his hero.

💧 Jouno is making sure, that Tetchou didn't overdo himself. Will play with kid hide and seek.

He thinks, that you are a very strong person. He will always remind you about your strength, when you became sad.

⛩️ Chief Taneda is another grandpa. Teach kid about different cultures.

💻 Ango play simple computer games with kid. Protective over them.

🥷 Tsujimura is playing spies with kid. Want to show kid her favorite spy movies in a future.

🕶️ Ayatsuji is making paper dolls with kid. He has a whole shelf of dolls made by kid in his doll collection.

👻 Mushitarou plays with kid. Plans to told them scary stories when they became old enough.

⌚ Gide keeps his distance. But he will be the scariest one (after you), if someone hurt the kid.

🐉🍎🍏 Shibusawa collects cool rocks and shells with kid.

🐈‍⬛ Natsume will play with kid in his cat form.

🤖 Adam became literal "robot-nanny". With Chuuya's help, he is becoming better and better.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x male reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader #male reader

[mexxs-blog]

FACE THE CONSEQUENCES

{ summary } — rhea facing the consequences of her actions.

{ warnings } — nsfw (proceed with caution) hair pulling, spanking, dom/sub, punishments, slight bdsm, manhandling, !brat/!brat tamer

{ word count } — 720

{ pairing } — drew mcintyre x rhea ripley

{ genre } — smutt

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Being in a relationship with Rhea, meant that sometimes, punishment is necessary. For Drew, today it was very necessary.

Rhea had always loved to get on Drews nerves, just because she could, and today was no different. It had started with her waking him up, which would have been fine with him, if it wasn’t with a pillow, and if it wasn’t directly to his head.

Giggling, she had jumped on-top of him, and before he could even crack open an eye, she was using the pillow to her advantage, slightly smothering him as he struggled to push her off of him.

Once he finally managed to shove her off of him, he sat up, his eyes finding Rheas face. Catching the stony look plastered on his face, she lifted herself off of the floor, laughing as she left the room, leaving him feeling slightly annoyed. But he would let go of it, for now. Strike 1.

Doing anything small, like taking a nap, while Rhea was in a mood was a big risk for Drew, but he had foolishly decided to take that risk. Rhea, once realising he was asleep, had figured he wanted some.. decorating done! With a black sharpie, she carefully drew up and down his body, obscure little swirls here, smiley faces there. As she continued, she realised that maybe she was just using her second “trick” as an excuse to check him out. Maybe. Strike 2.

Once Drew had woken up, Rhea knew she was skating on thin, thin ice. After he had spent an hour trying to scrub her ridiculous drawings off of himself, Rhea figured he would want something to make him feel better. She knocked gently on the door to their shared bedroom, smiling as a deep sigh admitted from the other side. “This better be important. You’re wearing my patience very thin here.” She twisted the doorknob, walking in and shutting the door behind her gently. She approached Drew, holding out a steaming-hot coffee, waiting for him to take it from her. He glanced up at her face, reading the apologetic look she had on it, before nodding once and taking the drink.

She climbed onto their bed beside him, not saying anything as he took a sip of the drink, silently watching the show playing on their t.v as he drank. After about thirty minutes of the waiting game, Rhea looked over to see Drew, finishing the last sip of his coffee. She grinned knowingly, right before he gagged, spitting his mouthful back into the cup, a repulsed look washing over his face, as he spied a fake spider in the bottom of his cup. Strike 3.

“I’m done playing these stupid fucking games with you.“ with a swift movement, he had grabbed her, dragging her into his lap. Now realising how badly she had fucked up, Rhea yelped, desperately scrambling to get away from him, but it was too late.

As he reached the edge of their bed, his hand tangled into her hair, yanking her head back, giving him access to whisper to her. “You’re going to count after every hit, i decide when to stop, and if you miss a count, we restart. Got it?” She winced, nodding as much as his grip would allow her to, before he let go of her hair. instead, he manhandled her body to hang off of his lap, ass in the air. Rucking her dress up her legs, he gently massaged her, moulding and shaping her backside until he was content, before bringing his hand down swiftly, a sharp smack echoing around the room. “One!-“ she yelped, the sting of pain hitting her quick.

He brought his hand down twice, three times, until they reached a count of 70. At this point, Rhea could barely think, tears dripping down her face, and her ass red raw, bleeding in some places. Drew gently pulled her dress down back over her injuries, pulling her back up to sit in his lap. Rhea wrapped her arms around his neck, her cries broken apart by hiccups as she apologised repeatedly, eventually quietened by his soothing cooes. “What did we learn today, Doll?” She repeatedly sucked In breaths, before answering. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.” She sniffled, as Drew hugged her tighter. “Good girl.”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

#rhea ripley #smutt #sub!rhearipley #bottom!rhea #drew mcintyre #wwe #fanfiction

[italoniponic]

Can I request headcanons for deuce, sebek and ace getting detention because their homework had doodles about their crush like those heart initial or a chibi face on the reader or a random ass paragraph about how amazing they are (on like match homework)

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! This was very cute to write and it has a special participation of Crewel and Trein. I managed to make each one a bit different from the other and had some fun imagining the class's subjects, especially the history one! Hope you like it! Thanks for the request <3 |

Deuce Spade, Sebek Zigvolt, Ace Trappola x gender neutral reader / headcanons / crush / reader doesn’t get too much involved / special guests: teachers + lucius / fluff / use of “you” pronouns 

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Detentions and Doodles

Deuce Spade might not be the smartest student in school, but no one could say he didn't try hard. Even though he made mistakes at times, he never gave up and always kept moving forward. You ended up becoming another reason for Deuce to devote himself more to his studies. After all, he wanted to impress you and show you that he could be someone worthy of being your companion for life;

A particularly tedious pharmacy class was coming up halfway through, and although Deuce spent the first thirty minutes focused on jotting down elements, measurements and druids names, at one point he started writing his initials with yours on some hearts. So he started testing the same thing on spade suits and went on a tangent;

As strange as this comparison is, scribbling initials reminded Deuce of his old days of delinquency where he sometimes marked his initials on the walls of some neighborhoods along with his gang mates. It wasn't very honorable at all but, it gave him some basic minimalist drawing skills;

In fact, scribbling the edges of the notebook was becoming an addiction over these past months. Deuce had most of his notebooks filled with your initials, of every possible size, style and shape. And it was a real ninja art considering you sat next to each other. Either he was too brave, or too foolish;

But you were such a constant presence in Deuce’s life that there was no stopping you from reigning even in his books. Like the Queen of Hearts, all paths are yours and Deuce was only too happy to serve you, even if secretly. And somehow inexplicably, you never came to suspect it. Much less the scribbles in his notebook;

Whoever saw it would think that Deuce was writing down the same information over and over again. Perhaps Ace had a better chance of finding out what it really was, so the boy never let the material fall into his roommate’s hands. However, one cannot hide this kind of thing for a long time and from everyone;

“Spade, sit down. I want to take a moment to talk to you in particular,” Prof. Crewel said when the class ended. The students were dismissed, Ace and you fell a little behind as you faced the frightened and fearful expression of Deuce who had just closed the notebook. You touched his shoulder for a moment, wishing him a quiet “good luck”;

When there was no one else in the room, Crewel approached Deuce’s place in the class and held out to him the work papers about medicinal herbs that the students handed in yesterday. “You made a very good report, I was even impressed. But you'll have to stay in detention to copy your text again, Mr. Spade. Clean edges this time,” the professor said;

Deuce took the papers and quickly identified the problem. He was working hard on this report a week ago and on the last page, he got too distracted thinking about you. Hearts spliced into suits of Spades, your names together as if you were a couple... it was a pity that he couldn’t earn points for being so in love;

Deuce gaped, looking from his work to the teacher and vice versa. He began to imagine the consequences for the future all because of this little mistake. His high school years, his relationship with you, the professionalism, the jokes, the awkward looks. All because he didn't realize he was scribbling on a homework assignment;

“Yes, sir! I'll start copying right, sir!,” Deuce promised, rising and making innumerable reverences. He was extremely embarrassed, blood rushing fast to his face as if he were fleeing from an angry army of cards. Crewel patted Deuce lightly on the head, smiling to himself. Love at this age is really complicated.

Sebek Zigvolt wasn’t known to be so easily distracted in classes and always turned in completely impeccable homework. His gaze was always sharp as a sword, completely focused on the teacher in front of him and the teachings he was receiving. Sebek would actually like to be tutored by Lilia but, he assumed that the teachers at the renowned NRC are good enough for the job — although he detests Lucius in Prof. Trein’s classes;

But on that morning of an even particularly interesting 1-D history class, Sebek wasn’t watching the teacher or even getting annoyed by Lucius’s occasional meows. In fact, he had his eyes on his own notebook almost the entire time. What started as notes turned into a tangent of thoughts that led to you;

Oh, surprise! He was thinking of you, secret owner of Sebek’s heart — or “crush,” as Lilia taught him to speak. Sebek didn't know what to do about his growing feelings for you. What began as a simple acquaintance became an interesting friendship that evolved into something more. Passion, love, devotion. He couldn't tell;

Words weren’t enough to describe Sebek's love for you. He was very well versed in literature and poems, especially the classic gothic poems of the Valley of Thorns, so he could categorically state that a twenty-page thesis about you wouldn’t be able to fully compress or express his feelings;

Somehow, between writing down about the migratory journey of goblins from proto-Pyroxene to the Fairy Valley and sharpening his own pencil, Sebek began to draw some doodles on the edges of his notebook. He began by testing the first letter of your name in various handwriting and then began to write his name next to yours;

At one point, Sebek was one step away from finding the perfect monogram for your wedding invitation. Arts might not be his forte but, with a little practice, he managed to find a way to make his “S” marry your letter and he was very happy with the result. Sebek would look at some references later to make more arabesques — and let their vines look more like leaves and thorns than sausages;

“Mr. Zigvolt? Can you take your place for a moment?,” Prof. Trein asked cordially when the class was over. Sebek looked up from his notebook and nodded, closing his notebook quickly. The room was already empty when Sebek approached Trein’s table, Lucius was lightly wiggling the tip of his shaggy tail while on top of some paperwork;

Trein opened a folder, pulled out a bundle of stapled sheets that was Sebek's last history work. The old teacher sighed for a moment, opening on the penultimate page. “Your report on the rise of the first dynasty in the Lands of Sunshine is magnificent but...,” and on this, Trein gave the papers to Sebek. “... I'm afraid you have to complete the rest because the Ramshackle’s Prefect has definitely not participated in any of these events.”;

Sebek ran a quick glance through the middle of the penultimate to the last sheet of his work, every paragraph describing your beauty, superiority, elegance and grace, things he imagined he had thought to himself and not actually written in his own schoolwork. It was very late at night when he finished that work, too distracted and daydreaming to repair this mistake;

Trein watched Sebek’s face initially turn pale white and then turn violently red, almost going up in flames. He just dismissed the student for detention and that the deadline for delivery was until midnight. Lucius meowed in Sebek’s direction — amused by his static expression — and as he got down from the table, brushed his head against the half-fae’s leg;

“I swear, professor, by my love for the Prefect and the Young Master’s honor, that I will serve my detention properly and deliver the right work!,” Sebek promised, beating on his own chest. Trein just nodded, taking Lucius in his arms and letting Sebek fall dramatically onto his desk, desolate and embarrassed. The teacher ended up laughing with the cat himself, however. Young people in love are so energetic!

Ace Trappola — despite the first name — couldn’t exactly call himself an “ace” in school. He wasn't stupid, he just got bored easy in most theory classes and for very little, he managed to keep most of the average grades. Ace was one of those people more focused on fun or sport, things that got him moving. So no surprise that he sought any other distraction during very boring subjects;

It was one of the last classes of the morning and Ace was doodling things in his own notebook. He had put the notebook right next to him, a little tilted up, but not enough for the people at the top of the stand to see, let alone the people next to him — Deuce and you. Especially you;

While Prof. Crewel was giving a detailed explanation of the basic effects of a Belladonna-based potion, Ace kept all his concentration on drawing your face in a cuter version next to his face. It was kind of embarrassing to do that, but, he was bored and he already had every excuse up his sleeve to tell you in case you questioned him about;

Ace could tell that it was a mere joke with you or that he was just training a little for art classes. And in fact, playing around with drawing your chibi face with blush face scratches and heart eyes for him was actually making him better at it! Before they were just strange polka dots with not very articulate expressions, now they were a little more professional;

He practiced a bit how to do your hair, drawing your chibi into various hairstyles and also different card suits in your eyes like all Heartslabyul students had. Obviously Ace thought the suit of Hearts suited you perfectly. He sometimes gave a satisfied smile to himself when analyzing this;

But if you turned to him, Ace would cover the edges in the notebook with his arm and disguise the fact that he was busy drawing you. You had no idea how much Ace was in love with you and these feelings were eating him away from inside in a violent mix of euphoria, energy, embarrassment and tiredness;

Ace felt ridiculous for doing those doodles — and a little frustrated that he could come off as kind of weird. It was like he was twelve years old again, childish and clueless. To make matters worse, it was an unnecessarily dangerous situation for Ace to doodle your little faces together just as he sat next to you and in the middle of class!;

But no one had ever noticed until that moment and Ace felt relieved by it. “Trappola, I need to talk to you,” Prof. Crewel stopped Ace before he could leave the room with you and Deuce. Ace swallowed hard, worried if the professor had discovered something he did — and he didn't even know what it was to prepare an excuse. You said goodbye to him and wished him good luck;

Crewel was smiling when Ace waved back at you and turned to the professor, aware that his smile wasn't a good sign. It never was. “I'm sorry to say you're going to have to spend the day in detention to hand me your homework a little fuller and cleaner of drawings, Mr. Trappola,” Crewel showed the alchemy quiz to Ace;

Ace didn't even know how his heart didn’t stop at that moment. In fact, the quiz had some blank answers but, what was that to notice when two very well drawn chibis of you were holding hands as Heartslabyul’s leader and vice — and on top of a very angry Riddle. Ace wanted to find a rabbit hole to throw himself down and disappear;

“I… a-am… I'm going to do that... t-thank you, professor,” Ace somehow managed to answer. If he hadn't finished that questionnaire in a hurry so he would have noticed the doodles he left. Crewel chuckled a little, amused by the student's bright red face and how he tightly hid the paper behind his back. Ah, young love!

#twisted wonderland #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines #divus crewel #mozus trein #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

[teaandfiction-28]

Hello everybody! I hope you’re all keeping safe and well 💛

Just to give you a bit of an update on the status of ‘Turn Back Time’ - I’m diligently chipping away and finally getting back into a rhythm of writing but work has been particularly busy so, for the time being, I have closed one shot requests to spend more time on the third instalment. 

As of right now, we’re still on track for a winter start but, in the mean time, hopefully this little excerpt from Chapter 3 will keep you entertained! 🙂

She was watching Adam hop through a princess-themed bouncy castle with a tiara wedged on top of his head and a giggling Alexis in his arms when Trudy appeared behind her, the front of her shirt littered with a myriad of Frozen stickers that Alexis had spent a good thirty minutes pressing into place before waddling off to find Hank who had been deep in conversation with Wallace Boden on the other side of the room. 

“Lovin’ the decal on that shirt Trudy.”

Kate couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled forth at Trudy’s exaggerated eye roll, both of them fully aware that the usually stoic-desk sergeant melted like ice in the desert when it came to Alexis Voight. 

“Good job you two make cute babies, huh.” She muttered dryly, resting her weight against the nearby counter with her arms folded across her chest, quietly watching Kate’s profile.

“We’re trying for another one.”

Both of Trudy’s eyebrows rocketed to her hairline.

“Oh, uh, congrats on having regular unprotected sex I guess.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Kate replied with a huff of genuine laughter before drawing in a long, steady breath. “I almost lost myself trying to find who killed my dad. I’ve never told anyone this before but it’s why I got transferred from Narcotics to Vice. My Sergeant was worried I was in over my head and transferring me into Vice meant more UC work, less time to spend on my dad’s case.”

Undercover work had become Kate’s substance of choice when it came to needing something the dull the pain of whatever bullshit she had going on in her personal life. Whether it be some asshole breaking her heart or needing to get away from the constant barrage of thinly-veiled insults her family threw her way. Assuming the life of someone else had been her escape. Then she met Jake and things had been good for a while until the life she had tentatively allowed herself dream about became nothing short of a nightmare. 

But the first thing she did when everything fell apart was slip right back into UC work because, although it was like living on a knife edge, it was surprisingly easy. 

No real friends, no family, no emotions. Sometimes easy was so much better than safe. 

“You were a rookie, Kate. You can’t beat yourself up for not knowing stuff you hadn’t been taught yet.”

“That’s what Hank said.”

“Well, he’s right…not that I’ll ever admit that to his face. Now c’mon, your firstborn’s first birthday is a day of celebration. This time a year ago we were…” She slipped back the sleeve of her shirt to cast a glance at her watch, mouth pulling into a wry grin. “…I think we were pacing around your hospital room praying for your husband to switch his damn cell phone on.”

Kate couldn’t help but grin at the memory of trying to keep both herself and Trudy calm as Alexis rapidly made her way into the world, thankfully waiting just long enough for Hank to make it to the hospital. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so pleased to see him.” Kate mused, her eyes once again drifting to Hank who was now bouncing Alexis in his arms as Erin slowly crossed the room with a giant pink and white cake in hand, a single candle alight in the middle in the shape of a number one. 

As Kate stood tucked beneath Hank’s arm, beaming with pride as their closest friends and family crowded around them to celebrate their baby’s first birthday, she found herself wondering if her dad would’ve wanted her to keep chasing his murderers like this. Trudy was right, even if she did find the person responsible, it wouldn’t bring him back. He still wouldn’t be here with them to watch Alexis clap her little hands together as Hank extinguished the candle with an exaggerated puff, cheering and laughing along with everybody else as she smushed a wedge of frosting into his mouth. 

But even though it wouldn’t bring him back, perhaps she would finally find some peace knowing that those who had taken these little moments from them had been rightly served justice they deserved.

#hvtbt #hank voight #hank voight fanfiction #hank voight x ofc #hank voight imagine #hank voight fluff #hank voight smut #chicago pd #one chicago #chicago pd fanfiction #fanfiction #writer

[gloriousprincesscreature]

This is how I spend a weekend

I watched Minority Report on Friday night although I had a strong hunch that I would Not Like it, because Tom Cruise is smoking hot in it. Turns out, I did not like it, but Tom Cruise was hot. Absolutely no regrets.

And then I spent the entire Saturday thinking about the blocking and set design in Minority Report, woke up at 3am and couldn't get back to sleep. So I went back and watched thirty more minutes of grey dreck just so that I could stare at Tom's beautiful face and on Sunday morning I am exhausted.

Now its 3pm on Sunday and ... I am rewatching the rest of Minority Report because TC is positively glowing in every shot he appears in.

I don't know what it is about this guy, there's just something magical that draws the eye to his face at the exclusion of everything else on the screen.

Observation 1: He can do the subtle eyes shimmering with tears really well. We don't even know what really happened with John's son the first two times this expression appears and I am already sad because I'm empathizing Hard, and hey, I am a deeply unemotional person due to being dead inside. OCD and a lousy job will do that to a person. But I'm also terribly, terribly aroused. The script is thin with regard to John's character but TC's vulnerability and the thin, almost bruised-looking skin under his eyes just Does Things to me.

Observation 2: He can't convey anger with depth. It's just shouting.

SPOILERS AHEAD. If you can even spoil a twenty year old movie. Maybe with expensive vacations and designer lingerie. I'm too poor to have ever tried.

Observation 3: The movie is better on a second watch. I can mentally filter out the silly comedic/action elements that should not have been there in the first place. Without them it's a straight up neo-noir in the vein of LA Confidential. Just as in LA Confidential, there's a Twink (Danny Witwer/Colin Farrell), an evil authority figure, and a beautiful, deeply tormented, emotionally repressed cop.

Observation 4: TC's eyebrows and hair have never looked better.

Observation 5: John Anderton is in love with Lamar Burgess. Of this much I am sure. He saves his only real smile for Lamar and ... hahahaha ... we all know what happens next.

I'm replaying bits of this compulsively. Something intensely fucked up and loving happened between these two men.

"Remember, the eyes ... the eyes of the nation are on us right now. And we both know, I'm not the generation anyone listens to, but people trust you, John. When you speak of your absolute belief in pre-crime, they know its a belief born of pain, not politics. I always understood that, and I may have even encouraged it, to help with the cause. [Deep sigh] But now, your pain is hurting both of us."

Lamar meets John eyes briefly before looking away. John has been looking at Lamar the whole time. John continues to gaze at Lamar with so. much. Love. Concern. And all these feelings just getting in the way of what is So Obvious to Us. Lamar is hiding something. John is honest.

"They're not gonna take it away from us. [long pause. Continues to stare into the face of his Beloved/Teacher/Saviour/Master. Makes a vow] I won't let them."

We stay with this moment for awhile before cutting away (BUT NOT LONG ENOUGH). Which is (still) lovely and a lot of modern films don't do this.

I think, I think this is the most intimate, personal interaction in this movie. Minority Report is poxy with zooming camera, overbearing soundtrack, office environments. But when Lamar and John speak, its quiet and the camera just stops fucking around and doesn't get in the way.

Max von Sydow is class. He's inherently slinky and he purrs.

These two minutes hold the seeds (or fragments? fragments) of a much better movie.

At this moment, I don't know if Tom Cruise can Act, but that face was carved by the Gods.

*deep sigh*

I can't finish the rewatch.

#not tom cruise #minority report #2002 #this is my life now #no screencaps because that's how xxxxxx Pxxx rolls Fuck this I am buying the DVD after which I Swear to god I'll complete this write up #for now you just have unhinged commentary without pictures #watching and commenting while half assing several other work things is how you take 6 hours to watch 40 minutes of a movie

[wearejericho]

parameddic asked: They were sitting on the floor of a closed elevator in New Jericho. It had ground to a stop with a great shuddering only twenty minutes ago but that was, he thought, a very long twenty minutes to be having something of a panic attack in, and he was crouched beside this man -- Markus -- because he'd ended up here, on the ground, and the last thing TK was planning to do was stand over him. TK had had two 'full' panic attacks in his entire life. He would be fully satisfied if he never had another one as long as he lived. "Hey," he had been some steady, calm undercurrent throughout, but here he was again, a hand solid on the man's shoulder because Markus had not flinched away when TK had offered that as grounding, "hi. I'm TK." His hand did pull away now, only to offer him both hands up (below the waist, a calming gesture more than an escalation), a clear line of being unarmed. Meaning no harm. "You're OK. We're good. Nothing's changing right now." Yeah? "Take some breaths, okay?"

to say it's been a stressful day would be an understatement. nothing about this process had been linear, and it felt like it was taking FOREVER. it was incredibly naïve of him to think that securing freedom for androids would be a simple process once the army backed down. but he wasn't alone, at least — several androids and even humans jumped in to help establish a safe haven for androids until the laws were formally put in place. it's where markus spent most of his time.

markus had spent the past week or so in D.C — eight separate meetings between all the different branches of government. josh had flown with him, but other than that he was alone. hundreds of thousands of people in D.C. (many of whom knew his name) but only one familiar face. it was lonely, and empowering, and terrifying, and just... a lot. markus and josh had been back in detroit for all of thirty minutes before an argument broke out. it wasn't the first, and it wouldn't be the last, but this one was particularly heated.

he just wanted to go back to new jericho and decompress. ironically, he needed some time alone. he hits the button for the fourth floor and rests his head against the back of the elevator, eyes pointed up at the ceiling. he only makes brief eye contact with the man who joins him on the second floor. the number 3 lights up above the door when the elevator comes to a halt. there's a terrible noise, one that makes markus want to crawl out of his skin. and then it's pitch black, and they're plummeting. it was only a few floors, but the drop felt like it lasted forever. it hits the cement with enough force to knock both riders off of their feet. a few seconds pass before an emergency infrared light gleams in the elevator.

it's quiet. he can hear the other man start to say something, but his audio processor is corrupted. all he can really hear is a faint ringing. oh, god. it's happening again. that feeling of breathlessness. it's stupid, considering androids don't need oxygen, but it feels like he can't breathe. it feels real to him. stress can cause androids to overheat, and overheating is very uncomfortable. they can't sweat, so they draw cool air into their system in what appears to be breathing.

the ringing comes and goes in waves. he keeps his eyes closed, tries to ride it out, but things just get progressively worse. stress and heat are building faster than he can breathe. but he's drawing in quick, short breaths instead of longer ones that would prove more effective. eyes open as he feels a hand on him. you're good. take some breaths, okay? barely heard over the tinnitus. he doesn't even catch the other's name.

❝ i can't. ❞ markus insists. head slams against the back of the wall as he goes to pick it up. it makes the ringing stop for a second, at least. ❝ i think i'm dying. ❞ he knows the words are dramatic, but if he keeps overheating like this it could very well damage him permanently, if not cause him to shut down.

#i didn't plan to write this much wtf #my fingers just did this. rip #panic attack tw #anxiety tw #elevator crash tw #death mention tw

[writteninkat]

Angel | Toji x reader

summary: "Aren't you supposed to be an angel for this party?" He asks, thumb moving up your slit, pressing circles on your clit as you throw your head back, letting out a moan. "Y-yeah, I am."

"Then why the fuck do you look like the epitome of sin right now?" He growls, pressing his thumb against your wet panties, making your back arch in pleasure.

F!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is idk 40???lol), sexual content, name calling, much cursing

Author's note: i spent a good 3 hours writing this nonstop, i hope you guys like it (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Megumi Fushiguro is not a fan of parties, and the fact that you managed to convince him to attend Nobara's small get together has everybody bowing their heads to you.

While waiting for your best friend to call, you start getting ready yourself. You throw on a short white dress with silver straps and white ankle strap heels. A silver-diamond choker is wrapped around your neck as well as hoop silver earrings piercing your ears. You finish off the look with light natural make up and white angel wings.

By the time you finished, thirty minutes had passed and you're still not getting a text from your best friend. You try calling him, but to no avail.

"This asshole forgot, didn't he?" You mumble to yourself, sighing loudly as you walk yourself out your room. Your parents are out of town right now so the only people left in your house are you and the maid. Well, now that you've snuck out the window of your bedroom it's only the maid left inside the house.

The Fushiguro residence isn't really far from where you live, so you decide to take a quick stroll, tapoing and scrolling away through your phone as you do so. Once you arrive, you knock on the door, patiently waiting for someone to open.

And oh, dear god, does someone open.

"Hello, Mr. Fushiguro. Is Megumi ready?" You ask with the sweetest voice you can muster. You look up at the man who has an expressionless face on, looking down at you. "Isn't the guy supposed to be knocking on your door? Why's it the other way around?" He asks, stepping aside to let you in.

"Mr. Fushiguro, you can make jokes too," you chuckle, stepping inside the house. "I don't really mind. And I was the one who forced Megumi to go."

The man walks past you and you follow him, leading to the kitchen where he's taking an empty glass from the high cupboards and filling them with water. "My son went out a while ago wearing a purple and green suit." He places the glass in front of you, and with a stoic face, he continues talking. "It looked horrendous, I almost out him up for adoption."

You begin laughing loudly, imagining Toji's expression when he saw Megumi walking down the stairs with an ugly suit on. "Ah!" You yell, wiping away a tear, "He told me he planned to go as the joker. I'm guessing he's currently getting his make up done. Did he leave a while ago?" You ask, taking a sip of your water as you look at him in the eye.

"You just missed him, actually. He left maybe about five minutes before you arrived."

You make a soft 'tch' sound as you tilt your head to the side, continuing to drink your water. You set the empty glass down and before you could say another word, your phone rings on the counter.

You check the contact, smiling softly. "Hey, you. I'm here at your house right now." You say into the phone, drawing shapes with your finger on the counter. "Yeah, sorry. Had to go get my make up done. I'll be finished in half an hour, you should wait there for me. I'll be taking my dad's car." Megumi says into the phone, the mention of the older man's name making you look up.

Toji isn't looking at you anymore, now his back is turned towards you as he washes the dishes left in the sink. You know it's wrong to think this way when Megumi's your best friend, and especially because the man can be the same age as your father, but you couldn't miss how good his back muscles look under the tight shirt.

The black top he has on right now hugs his figure so sexily, you find yourself biting on your lower lip. How many years has it been since you last saw Toji Fushiguro? Was it back in middle school, when Megumi helped you with math? Then it would be 7 years ago.

The man was busy as hell so you only ever got to see glimpse of him, but now that you get to see him again properly, you can't help but notice just how attractive the man is.

His beefy arms, wide back, tall figure... Everything about him has you sinning as you sit on his chair.

"I can feel your eyes on me." He speaks up, snapping you out of your trance. You hear him turn off the faucet and bend over to dry his hands with the kitchen towel. Toji turns around, looking at you with a demanding look. "Got something to say?"

"Nothing, just that now I know where Megumi got his good looks from."

You know that moment when your mouth works faster than your brain? Where you begin talking without even thinking about it or realising it? Yeah, this is an example of those kinds of moments.

You flush as you realise what you had just said, heat creeping into your face as you deop your gaze to the marble counter, hoping a curse would appear suddenly on it and eat your head.

What Toji Fushiguro does next catches you off guard. He laughs. You look at him with a raised brow, confusion evident on your face. "Guess I'm not the only one who knows how to make jokes now, am I?" He asks, his smile looking so flirty as he slowly walks up to you.

You turn your chair to the side, facing him completely as you look into his eyes. "Who said I was joking?" You tilt your head to the side. Mouth working faster than your brain part 2.

The amused glint in Toji's eyes disappear within a second and at first you thought maybe you'd crossed a line, but you see him scanning your body from head to toe, and then back up. As his gaze lands on your legs, you can't help but slowly separate them, your dress riding up your thighs even higher.

"You're classmates with my son." He looks up at you. "You're also his best friend, I shouldn't do this, not to him."

At that moment, something possess you, something controls you to hook your fingers in the man's pants, pulling him closer. "You shouldn't, but you want to. Don't you, Mr. Fushiguro?" You tilt your head to the side innocently.

He places a hand on the counter, leaning in so close that you can feel his hot breath on your lips. "You're playing a dangerous game, little girl." He mutters.

"Maybe if you taught me how to play it, it wouldn't be so dangerous." You bring your hand up to his face, fingers ghosting over his lips, teasing him. He narrows his eyes, looking down at your lips one last time before opening his mouth and taking the tip of your index finger in between his teeth, eyes looking deep into yours as he does so. You suck in a breath, teeth catching your bottom lip as you feel your cunt become hot and wet because of him.

"Didn't you just turn just turn 21 a week ago?" You nod at his wuestion, not trusting your lips at all after feeling how slippery your folds currently are. "Then you wouldn't mind if I gave you your late birthday gift, huh?" He smirks and before you could even ask what he meant, he closes the distance between the two of you, lips on yours and as soon as you know it, his hands are on either side of your hips, gripping on them tightly.

Your hands fly to his neck and head, pulling him closer. Your fingers comb through his midnight black hair, tugging on it softly as you open your mouth with a moan, welcoming his hot tongue into your wet cavern. You can taste the whiskey on him as you suck on his wet muscle, moaning loudly when his hands begin traveling down your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze before sliding to your inner thighs.

He pushes your thighs apart, letting your dress ride up even more. You damp white laced panties are in display right infront of him, making you blush. No matter how turned on you are right now, the fact that he's watching as your panties become even more damp by the secnd has you covering your face.

"Aren't you supposed to be an angel for this party?" He asks, thumb moving up your slit, pressing circles on your clit as you throw your head back, letting out a moan. "Y-yeah, I am."

"Then why the fuck do you look like the epitome of sin right now?" He growls, pressing his thumb against your wet panties, making your back arch in pleasure.

"Please, Mr. Fushiguro." You moan out, your hips beginning to move on their own, rubbing your needy cunt against gis hand. He chuckles darkly, one corner of his lips tugging into a smirk. "Do you know how dirty you sound right now, girl? Rubbing your wet pussy against my hand like that..."

He begins massaging your clit, your hands squeezing a fistful of his hair as your legs slowly lift yo on his hips, slowly wrapping themselves around the tall man in front of you. "Mmmhh, you like my fingers that much, slut?" You moan out loud at the nickname, nodding your head as your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of being touched with such big and thick fingers.

Suddenly, he pulls his hand from your dripping cunt and grabs you by the waist, effortlessly carrying you on the counter so the both of you are in face level with each other. He presses his lips against yours again, but this time, he's much more aggressive. His hands travel up your sides, cupping your nape to pull you closer to him.

Your hands busy themselves by touching all over his torso; his hard chest has giving into him more and more. Your white dress has now been pulled up, showing off your tiny white laced panties that don't cover your ass at all and barely give any coverage for your front.

Toji's fingers hook on the straps of your dress, pulling them down to reveal your breasts. "No bra underneath? Were you planning on being fucked tonight, you slut?" He growls onto your lips, making you whimper when his fingers pinch your hardened bud. His other hand begins massaging your other breasts, making you moan louder. "Oh, oh God, fuck Mr. Fushiguro!" You moan out, arching your back to bring your breasts closer to him. "Toji." He says, making you look at him with confusion lacing your expression. "Call me Toji." He says, leaning over to press his lips kn your neck, biting and nipping at the soft skin. "Mmhh- Toji- More!" You pull yourself closer towards him, wanting to put friction on your needy cunt. "Ah, so impatient." Toji growls, pushing you down on the counter. He pins your hands above your head as he continues to explore all over your body, every curve, every inch, every part of your skin is being toched by his roaming hand.

"You're such a needy slut, you know that?" He says, pulling your panties down, his fingers finally coming in contact with your naked cunt. "Oh, yes, just like that!" You moan out, the feeling of his fingers slowly entering your folds has fireworks exploding inside your stomach.

"So wet," he breathes out, pressing his lips against you. "So fucking wet for me, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting his fingers inside and out your dripping cunt, easily sliding them due to how wet you are with your own slick. His fingers pull apart from each other, following how scissors move, loosening you up.

"Put your cock in already..." You whine impatiently, your hips rocking along with the pace of his fingers. "No can do, angel. I don't have a condom. Wouldn't want you grtting pregnant now, do we?" He smirks at you, his mouth saying he doesn't want to but his eyes saying the complete opposite.

In truth he wants to take you raw, he wants to fill you up with his seed so bad and watch life you two made grow inside you bigger and bigger, but we can't all get what we want.

You sigh impatiently, pulling your hands apart, forcing him to let you go. You take your phone from beside you, opening your case and slipping in your fingers inside it to take out a single piece of condom. "How about now?"

Toji places his free hand on his forehead, laughing lightly. When he pulls his hand away, his eyes has you clenching hardky around his fingers. "You'll make me go insane one of these days." He says, taking the pack of condom from your fingers with his teeth. He takes his fingers out of your wet cunt, a whine leaving your lips as he does so.

He pushes his pants down along with his boxers, his hard cock springing out.

Your eyes widen and your mouth is left ajar at the sight of his cock. It's big, so big, so fucking big that you gulp. Your eyes look over at the condom in concern, "Y-you're so... I don't... The condom's too small, I think." Your words jumble up in your mouth but you can't find it in yourself to be embarrassed. The thing is huge and the size you bought was a mere large. He was at least a double XL.

"Hmm, you're right. It'll be pretty tight for me," He uses one hand to rip the condom open, rolling it onto his cock. The white color is almost transparent once he finishes rolling it. "but I'll be able to feel your insides more." He presses his lips on your chest and neck, bringing your hands back up above your head and pinning them there.

"Take a deep breath for me, angel." Toji whispers in your ear and you follow his directions immediately, feeling the head of his cock pushing against your slick-covered pussy.

Toji grunts as his cock begins to enter your wet cunt, his hand squeezing your small wrists together as you arch your back at the feeling. "Full..." You mumble out, "so full, Toji! You make me feel so full!" Your voice echoes throught the quiet house.

"Calm down, I'm still half way through."

You open your eyes and furrow your eye brows in confusion. "Hold on, you're still half way-"

He thrusts his hips up, burying his entire length inside you. The action has your eyes going watery and your lips forming an 'O'. Your voice comes out as a shaky trmbling moan as your toes curl from the feeling. You can feel him, inside your stomach. He's so big, he's so fucking big.

You cum.

His yes widen in realization, "Did you just-"

Tingles litter your entire body as he waits for you to adjust to his size, to get used to him. You don't think that will be happening any time soon. "M-move..." You whispers into his ear.

"You're still so tight, are you sure-"

You cut him off, pressing your lips on his, sucking on his lower lip as you catch it in between your lips, pulling on it. Your hips weakly move, trying to get any kind of friction while he's inside you. "Please, I want you, Toji..." You whimper, "Make me cum on your cock a second time."

Toji's eyes darken a shade, his hips quickly pulling away before suddenly thrusting forward, hitting your G spot almost immediately. You eyes roll to the back of your head, pulling his head to your neck, letting him nip and bite hickeys all over your soft skin.

Toji's thrusts become more consistent, so fast, so hard and so deep, he has you seeing stars. His hands find their way back to your breasts, fondling and massaging them while he busys his mouth with yours.

You can feel him getting closer to his high, his breathing becomes more ragged and thrusts become more sloppy and deeper. He lets go of your hands, "Keep them above your head or you don't get to cum." he says before his hands fall to your hips.

He looks at you with such a dark gaze and a forbidding smile before gripping on your waist tightly and pulling your body towards his, slamming you on his cock. "Oh you'll cum for a second time, alright. I'll make you cum a second," he thrusts harder, "a third," the tip of his cock abuses your G spot consecutively, "maybe even a fourth?"

"Oh, God!" You yell out loud, looking for something to grip on above you, anything. Toji fucks you by thrusting his hips ever so quickly and roughly while his hands pull your body to his, causing your bum to constantly press against his sac.

"Fuck, fuck! Toji!" You yell, your body curling to one side as you feel an orgasm coming fast, your toes curling as you focus on his cock, his huge fucking cock that just loces to abuse your small hole.

Your orgasm washes over you, your body resonating around the house as your breathing trembles slightly. "We're not finished." Toji growls, taking your arms from above your head. He pulls you to sit up, your current state being in a slight daze from the intense orgasm causing you to be half aware of your surroundings.

"Toji..." You mumble, feeling yourself being hoisted and flipped around by your waist. Your front presses on the warm marble as a hand wraps itself around your nape, keeping your torso down on the counter. "We'll finish when I cum, angel. Wake up." He slaps your ass hard, causing you to jump, waking up from your state. "Wanna back down now? Just say the word and my hands will be off of you." His voice is teasing and you can feel his hand wandering down your as, squeezing it.

"Well, angel? What do you say?" He asks, his mouth against the shell of your ear. You look to the side, not caring about your fucked up expression; teary eyes, flushed face and swollen lips. "Fuck me. Hard." You breathe out, making Toji growl. "You get what you ask for, angel." He pounds into you relentlessly, your arms starting to hurt from all the tugging and pulling he's been having but the pleasurable feeling of your pussy being anused overwhelms the feeling, causing you to cry out a moan. "Oh, you're such a slut, aren't you? Dressed up like an angel but your habits are that of a devil." He growls into your ear, "What a fucking joke."

His thrusts become faster, you can feel him nearing the high he didn't get to resch a while ago once again, as his grunts match his thrusts, you wait for him to start cumming. You want to cum with him, so you hold in your pending orgasm, waiting for his cock to start stirring. Before you could feel anything, he thrusts himself deep inside you that you can feel his pelvis against your ass. He leans forward, letting go of your hands and creeping his now free hand underneath your belly. He presses on something which has you yelling out your moans, your orgasm hitting you hard as your pussy clenches around his cock. Your thighs begin to shake and lose their strength when you start calming down, wondering what the hell he pressed to have you cumming hard like that.

As if he read your brain, he pulls you up. "Look here, angel." You follow his gaze where his hand rests. It's on top of a bump on your belly, an unusual one you don't see every day. What the hell?

"Can you see it? Can you feel it? My cock's so deep inside you it's pressing against your tummy." Your eyes widen as he chuckles deeply, pressing on where his cock is making you throw your head back.

"Ah-ah-ah, angel. I think I'm close, let's do one last round, shall we?" You whimper, feeling him leave your hole and turn you around. He lifts you up by your thighs, your legs immediately wrapping themselves around his waist for support. He enters your hole once more, feeling how it's shaped like him already.

"Y/n-" he's cut off when your phone starts ringing. You check up on it, and see that it's Megumi. You turn back to Toji, ignoring the call as you press your lips on his.

"Aren't you getting that?" Toji asks, eyeing the phone.

"I'll just call him back." You shake your head, pressing your lips once more. A glint of mischief sparks in Toji's eye as he leans over to grab the phone, tapping on 'answer' and pressing speaker mode.

You clamp your hand on your kouth just in time, suppressing your moan. "Hey, Y/n, I just finished with my make up. I'm heading there right now." You hear Megumi say as you look at Toji with wide eyes and a baffled look. Toji simply looks at the phone and then back at you, expecting you to answer.

"H-hey, Megumi-" You press your lips together as you muffle a moan. Toji moves his hips slowly, his tip once again hitting your abused G spot continuously. "Yeah, j-just- just take your time, no need to hurry." You throw your head back as you feel an orgasm slowly creep up to you.

"By the way, Y/n, I'm sorry you had to wait in the house with my dad. Must be awkward for you since the two of you aren't close."

Toji rolls his hips, making you bite on your finger, feeling so full for him. "Y/n? You still there?" You snap out of your state, forcing yourselfnto focus on talking with your best friend. "Yeah- it's okay. Your dad and I are-" you bite on your lip to stop a moan, feeling uour orgasm hit it's highest peak. "-just talking and sharing stories. I'm fine here, just take your time okay? Bye."

"Wait, y/n-"

You end the call, tossing the phone behind you on the counter as you wrap your arms around Toji's neck, letting him thrust deeply inside you as he carries you. His grunts and short moans match the pace of his thrusts, he presses your foreheads together. "I'm close, fuck, y/n." He moans out.

You dig your nails onto the skin of his thick arm, bouncing on his cock, watching as your boobs bounce at the movement. Toji squeezes his eyes shut and his brows furrow and with one last thrust, he cums inside the condom. You feel the hot liquid inside you causing the knot in your stomach to undo.

The both of you ride each other's orgasm before finally calming down. The kitchen is nothing but deep breaths and panting. "You feel so good, angel." Toji mumbles.

You chuckle, "So good that you wanna fuck me again?"

Before he could even reply, the both of you hear the front door open. In a flash, you're pulling the straps of your dress up and the bottom part of your dress down, walking over to the other side of the counter to grab some kitchen towels. You begin to wipe your inner thighs with the kitchen towel, Toji slides you a concealer tube and you raise a brow, silently asking where and how he got it. He dodges the question, "I'll go stall him for a bit."

You let it slide, deciding to save it your questions for another time, quickly applying the cream all over where the red-turning-purple spots are, furrowing your brows when you notice something's missing.

"Hey, Y/n, ready to go?" Megumi shows up in front of the both of you, his joker make up and hair on point and the suit he's wearing exactly as Toji said; horrendous.

"Yeah, let me drink one last glass first before we go. All that talking with your dad had my throat drying." You try to pass it off as a joke, not missing how your hand trembles, still unable to get over from the event that just took place.

You pour yourself a glass and drink it up, racking your barin to think of whatever was bothering you. Something was missing but you were unsure what it was.

You turn around, deciding to leave it be for now. "Let's go." You offer Megumi a smile, taking his extended hand and walking towards the front door.

"Both of you have fun. Megumi, make sure to take y/n home." Toji reminds and Megumi waves his father off, facing towards the car as he unlocks it. You turn back to him, smiling softly. "Good night, Mr. Fushiguro."

Toji smirks, raising his hand. Your smile drops and your eyes widen, now remembering what you've been missing. Your underwear hangs over his fingers as he waves at you.

"Good night to you too, Y/n. Hope we see each other again."

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[applerubyy]

Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”. 

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever. 

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so. 

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt. 

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment. 

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you. 

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else. 

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D.  Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out. 

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did. 

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress. 

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people. 

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing. 

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin. 

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.  

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America. 

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip. 

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.  

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #avengers #avengers imagine #loki x reader #loki imagine #tony stark #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction

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nightmares [sokka]

Pairing: Sokka x reader (hopefully the tags work this time)

Summary: Another request from an anon. “ your writing is so good aa!! what about having to share a bed w zuko (or sokka tbh i’m a simp for both) for a couple nights bc there weren’t enough beds for everyone and no one else wanted to “. First of all: thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing :) <3. Second of all, the ideas I had for this fic just seemed to work best with Sokka so forgive me for not choosing Zuko.

Also, I apologize if I haven’t gotten to your request. Some of them really stump me and I have trouble with planning out a fic so some of them might be done in bullet format instead of a fic.

Note!! Suki and Sokka didn’t happen!! pls i’m sorry.

masterlist.

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It had been Aang’s idea to go back to Ember Island to celebrate Zuko’s coronation. Zuko, although hesitant, eventually agreed. The royal family’s beach house stood empty and Zuko was finally ready to go back, finally being part of a happy family once more.

It was a larger group than originally anticipated. You had accidentally let it slip to Suki, who then let it slip to Ty Lee, who then informed Mai. The beach house seemed too crowded, not that anyone minded. The only issue was that there weren’t enough rooms to house everyone, even with Zuko and Mai sharing a room already.

The ones who were left didn’t want to share a room, claiming that it was supposed to be a relaxing getaway and that sharing a room with someone wouldn’t exactly be relaxing.

“Alright, alright,” Aang had finally said, his Avatar peacemaking skills coming out. “Look, there’s not enough rooms for everyone to have their own so two of us will need to double up.”

Grumbles spread throughout the group as Aang’s words settled in.

“Listen,” Zuko said. “Whoever chooses to double up can have the master bedroom. Trust me, that bed is big enough to share without ever touching each other.”

“C’mon everyone,” Katara said, picking up a hat. “Write your names on a piece of paper, put them in here, and then Zuko will choose.”

Everyone did as told, crossing their fingers and holding their breaths as Zuko moved his hand around, shuffling the papers before picking one out.

“Okay the first person is,” Zuko began, unfolding the paper. “(Y/N)!”

You huffed silently, crossing your arms and ignoring the relieved sighs of everyone else.

“Don’t celebrate yet, there’s still one person left to choose,” Zuko said, rummaging around the hat again. Everyone went silent once again, waiting with baited breath as the prince Fire Lord plucked another piece of paper out of the hat. A large smirk spread across his face as he silently read the name. Looking up, he made eye contact with the water tribe boy, aiming a teasing glance at him. “The second person is Sokka.”

The group went wild, but not in celebration. Everyone knew about the feelings that the water tribe boy had for you, and everyone knew that you liked him as well. Everyone, that is, except for the two of you. You both remained oblivious to the way the other felt, causing everyone else to feel frustration whenever the two of you interacted.

“Alright,” Katara said clapping her hands to get everybody’s attention. “Let’s go get settled in and meet at the beach in thirty minutes.”

Everyone made their way to their respective rooms and you found yourself following Sokka as he entered the master bedroom. You looked around the room, gazing at the decor and the large window. There was a balcony outside, giving a clear view of the beach. The bed was pushed against a wall, a fluffy loveseat off to the side and a dresser pushed up against another wall.

“I can uh, I can take the couch,” Sokka’s said, drawing your attention back to him. He was standing in the middle of the room, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze.

You glanced at the bed. Zuko hadn’t been lying, it was ridiculously large. Breathing in, you turned back to Sokka. “N-No. It’s okay we can share the bed.”

Sokka’s eyes widened, causing you to backtrack. “Unless you don’t w-want to. That’s-”

“No!” Sokka yelled, a little too loud. He quickly cleared his throat. “No. We can share. I don’t mind.”

You nodded silently, face burning in embarrassment before grabbing your swimsuit and heading into the bathroom to change. Once you were gone, Sokka sat on the bed, burying his face in his hands as he wondered just how he was going to survive these next few days sleeping in the same bed as you.

~

The rest of the day passed normally. You had helped Aang and Toph build a sand Appa, gone surfing with Katara, and even learned a few tricks from Ty Lee.

It was nice to have everyone together, especially now that they didn’t have to worry about the war. Now they had the opportunity to be normal teenagers; well as normal as one could be when Zuko was the Fire Lord and Aang was the avatar. You had gone to a local restaurant for dinner, enjoying each other’s company as you teased and told jokes.

After dinner you had gone to see a play, much to Zuko’s dismay. The Ember Island Players hadn’t gotten any better since the last time you had seen them, causing you all to leave the play early, instead choosing to head to the bustling streets. There was a festival going on, music playing and fireworks blasting as you walked through the town.

A performer jumped out at you, causing you to yelp and grab the hand closest to you. An upward glance told you that it was Sokka who you had grabbed onto. You blushed furiously, smiling softly when you felt his hand tighten around yours. You spent the rest of the night hand in hand, pretending not to notice the teasing glances from Katara and the knowing smirks from Toph.

When you finally got back to the beach house, it was late. Everyone mumbled their good nights and went straight to bed, too exhausted to stay up any later. You collapsed into bed after taking a shower, snuggling into the pillows. You opened one eye when you heard the bathroom door open, humming as you saw Sokka standing at the foot of the bed awkwardly.

“Hurry up and put out the lights,” you mumble keeping your eyes closed as you buried yourself under the covers. Sokka fidgeted and put his hair down before crawling onto the bed, lying down stiffly and putting out the candles at the bedside. You snorted as you shifted, noticing that Sokka was anything but relaxed. “Just go to sleep Sokka. It’s not like I’m gonna bite.”

Sokka blushed at your words before turning onto his side, trying to ignore your body heat as he drifted off to sleep.

~

It was the middle of the night when you landed on the ground with a dull thud. Sitting up, you looked over to the best, glaring at the water tribe boy when you noticed him lying spread eagle on the bed. He had unintentionally kicked you off the bed as he slept. Shaking your head, you took one of the blankets and made your way over to the couch, silently thanking the royal family for choosing comfy furniture.

It was half past dawn when Sokka was woken up by you shuffling around the room. Groaning, he sat up, running a hand through his hair before halfheartedly shooting you a glare. “Why are you up so early?”

You jumped slightly when you heard his voice before whirling around, ready to give him hell for kicking you off the bed. Your angry words were cut short however, when you noticed Sokka’s hair was down. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks before turning back around. You had always thought that Sokka was attractive, but something about him with his hair down always got you extremely flustered.

“You kicked me off the bed last night,” you replied flatly, picking up your hairbrush before taking on a teasing tone. “If you didn’t wanna share a bed you should’ve just said so.”

“I-I, no that’s n-not it,” Sokka stuttered, jumping out of bed.

“I’m joking,” you said, turning back around and flashing him a small smile. “Just...try not to kick me tonight okay?”

Sokka silently nodded his head, a sheepish expression on his face as he began to get ready for the day.

~

The second night came quicker than you anticipated. Ty Lee had proposed a girl’s day and had planned out so many activities that all you wanted to do by the end of the day was sleep. Luckily, you had gotten back before Sokka allowing you to shower and get ready for bed with no distractions.

By the time Sokka had walked in, the candles had been blown out. He smiled softly as he noticed your sleeping figure before showering as well and settling into bed.

Sokka was in the state between being awake and asleep, lying blissfully as he relaxed, when he was woken up by soft whimpers. Looking over to you, he frowned as he noticed a distressed expression on your face, tears beginning to stream down your face. You were having a nightmare.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered softly, not wanting to wake you up harshly. You didn’t respond to his voice, instead flinching in your sleep. Sokka hesitantly reached out to you, laying a hand on your shoulder to try and gently shake you awake. At his touch, you stopped moving, leaning into him. Sokka held his breath as you rolled over, moving closer to him in your sleep. Sighing softly, you nestled your head onto his chest, your scared whimpers subsiding as you relaxed against him. Carefully, Sokka wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him.

Your breathing evened out once more as you fell into a deep sleep, no longer being plagued by nightmares. Sokka couldn’t help but stare at you in his arms, wondering how someone could be so beautiful. His heart raced as he held you and he found himself pressing a kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep as well.

~ The next morning you woke up because of the sunlight coming in through the window and proceeded to snuggle deeper into your pillow to avoid it.

“Good morning,” you heard Sokka chuckle, causing your head to shoot up from what you now knew was his chest, not your pillow.

“S-Sokka!” you exclaimed, trying to pull away from him. “W-What?”

“You were having nightmares,” Sokka mumbled, still half asleep. “You rolled onto me and this seemed to calm you down so I went along with it. Now shush and let me go back to sleep. In case you forgot, you woke me up early yesterday.”

You swallowed as Sokka shifted, blocking the sun for you and still holding you close. His soft snores filled your ears as you thought back to the previous night, realizing he was right after remembering your nightmares. Trying to calm your racing heart, you took another look at him before snuggling into his chest and drifting back off to sleep.

When you woke up again, Sokka was gone. A part of you was glad, knowing that you weren’t fully ready to face him after the previous night. You stepped into the dining room, being greeted by everyone smiling at you. Greeting everyone back, you made your way over to the table, taking a seat next to Aang. Looking up, you made eye contact with Sokka, causing the two of you to look away from each other immediately, blushes on your face. You took a sip of tea.

“So anything interesting happen last night?” Zuko asked, causing you to choke on your tea. You received a few weird glances. You shook your head as others replied.

“What about you Sokka?” Zuko questioned once more, noticing that Sokka was abnormally silent. Sokka glanced at you, his face softening slightly before turning back to the Fire Lord.

“Nope. Nothing at all,” he replied.

“Then why is your heart racing?” Toph asked, an innocent look on her face. Sokka’s face heated up as he shot her a glare (not that she could see it) and kicked her underneath the table, causing her to release a low hiss before kicking back. Your face went even redder, causing Mai to speak up.

“Is it hot in here (Y/N)?” she questioned, exchanging a knowing glance with Zuko.

“N-No,” you replied, looking up at her. “Why?”

Mai picked up her cup of tea, taking a sip before putting it back down, a smirk on her face. “Oh no reason, you just seem a little flushed.”

The rest of your day proceeded normally, with the exception of a few comments made to either you or Sokka, which usually ended with the two of you looking like a bright red mess.

~

That night, both you and Sokka lied wide awake next to each other. Sleep had been evading the two of you, yet neither one of you had acknowledged it.

It wasn’t until Sokka turned onto his side, facing you, that the silence was broken.

“(Y/N)?” the blue-eyed boy questioned, causing you to turn and face him. You stared at him for a moment, noticing the way his hair fell over his eyes and how his eyes seemed to shine brightly even though it was dark. You didn’t say anything, merely humming in reply to tell him that you had heard him. “What was your nightmare about?”

You hesitated slightly before answering, something that Sokka noticed.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he whispered. “I’m sorry for asking.”

“No,” you replied immediately. “It’s okay. It’s just, it’s not really something I like to think about.”

Sokka nodded in understanding as you breathed in deeply.

“In my nightmare,” you began, looking away from him. “We’re aboard the Fire Nation’s airship fleet. Everything is going as planned until it’s not. Suddenly there we are, separated from Suki and Toph and you’re hanging on to the railing of the ship. I keep trying to get to you but there’s just so much fire and debris and I can’t reach you until all of a sudden I can. But when I reach you, you’re gone. You’re gone and Suki and Toph are crying and I’m crying because I wasn’t strong enough to save you.”

“Y-Your nightmares are about me?” Sokka asked, staring at you with a look that can only be described as a mix between sadness and astonishment. You nodded, still not meeting his eyes. “Why?”

“Because I’m afraid of losing you,” you whispered back, finally looking at him. “Because losing you was the only thing that was on my mind when we were taking down the airship fleet even though destroying the ships was supposed to be our priority.”

“But why?” Sokka asked, still not understanding what you were talking about. “Zuko was out there fighting his crazy sister! I think that’s a little more daunting than taking down a few airships.”

“But I don’t love Zuko,” you said, effectively shutting him up.

Sokka’s eyes went as wide as saucers as he took in your words. “You mean...you l-love me?”

You nodded your head, holding your breath as you realized that you had just confessed your feelings.

“I love you too,” came Sokka’s quiet reply, a blush overtaking his features as he smiled at you. Now it was your turn to look at him in shock. “I have ever since you told me off for being a hotheaded, sexist jerk.”

You chuckled as you remembered that argument. He had made a comment about you and Katara being girls and you had gotten upset, resulting in you insulting him. By the time you were done with him, he had been looking at you in a way you couldn’t really describe until right now. He had been lovestruck.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to confess,” you teased

“Can you blame me?” he retorted. “You’re pretty intimidating when you want to be!”

You chuckled before shifting closer to him. You grew quiet before speaking. “You know, last night was the first night that my nightmares didn’t keep me up all night.”

“If you wanted to cuddle with me you could’ve just asked,” Sokka replied, smiling smugly as he wrapped his arms around you. You rolled your eyes before tangling your legs with his. “I’ll keep you safe from your nightmares.”

You smiled softly before looking up at him, being taken by surprise when you noticed him already looking at you.

“C-Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

You nodded wordlessly, closing your eyes when you felt Sokka’s lips brush yours. You shuddered slightly before leaning up and fully pressing your lips to his. His arms tightened around you as he kissed you, and yours wrapped themselves around his neck. You pulled away, meeting Sokka’s eyes as he smiled down at you. Silently, he pressed another kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on your head.

The two of you drifted off into the most peaceful sleep either one of you had had since the end of the war.

~

Sokka woke up grumpily the next morning, reaching out for you when he realized you were no longer wrapped up in his arms. Letting out a low whine, he sat up, realizing that you were gone. He quickly changed into his day clothes, too lazy to tie his hair up before heading downstairs. He entered the dining room groggily, rubbing at his eyes before making his way over to you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

You melted into the kiss, only pulling away when Katara dropped her fork.

“When did this happen?” she asked, eyes wide as she looked between you and her brother.

Finally wide awake, Sokka looked at everyone with an embarrassed expression. He looked at you in a panic before answering. “Last night.”

“You guys really just had to confess last night, didn’t you?” Toph groaned, pulling out a handful of coins and handing them to Zuko.

Everyone else grumbled as they handed Zuko their coins as well. You sat there gaping at them, before scoffing in exasperation. “I can’t believe you guys placed bets on us?”

“I can’t believe Zuko won,” Aang muttered, looking at the Fire Lord before looking back down on his plate.

“It wasn’t that hard. I said you’d confess in the bedroom,” Zuko said, a smirk on his face as he made eye contact with you. “The best part was pretending that the second name that came out of the hat was Sokka’s.”

The room exploded into chaos at Zuko’s words, with Toph shouting all kinds of insults at the Fire Lord as she realized that he had rigged the bet to work out in his favor. 

You and Sokka sat silently as you watched everyone argue.

“Y’know what?” Sokka asked, putting his arm around you. “I can’t say I’m mad about what Zuko did.”

Looking up at Sokka, you smiled before pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Me neither.”

~ ahahahaa i hope this is good and i hope you like it and it turned out completely different than what i originally had planned and i hope the tags work this time.

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❛ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. ❜ remus lupin x reader

summary: you hate the thunder, so remus makes it go away. (or in which remus doesn’t really make it stop, but he holds you until it does.)

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

a/n: a thunderstorm woke me up this morning.. it was like all hell was raining loose, mother nature was not having it today </3 anyways yeah i was scared, that thunder was loud asf

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the crash of the thunder makes you bolt upright, pulling the sheets toward you frantically and interrupting the peaceful sleep you had managed to fall into. thunder booms again; you dive under the covers, but whether out of annoyance at being woken up or fear of the downpour roaring through the atmosphere, you’d rather not say.

earlier, the thunderstorm currently raging outside had been nothing more than a light drizzle with a few lightning flashes here and there. the thunder had been practically non-existent while you had gotten ready for bed, and it only started until you were half-asleep, too drawn within the tranquil oblivion you had fallen into to notice or care.

there was no way you’d be falling back asleep now, though. the rain hit the windows too heavily, the wind howled like it could knock down hogwarts’ seemingly sturdy walls, and...was it hailing, as well? great, you think, just my luck.

the thunder roars again, loudly resonating throughout the grounds, and you snuggle deeper into the blankets. in a bed a few feet away from you, you hear lily snore, clear as a bell even with the storm crashing through outside. that brings you a shred of comfort; maybe you could sleep away the downpour after all.

that reassurance is quickly snatched away when a particularly big clap of thunder manages to rattle the dormitory window, a feat that is not easily achieved thanks to the ancient magic keeping hogwarts upright.

when you were much smaller, storms like this one would have you bolting to your parents’ room in the middle of the night, your fear of the pitch-black, creaky old house after dark be damned. your mother would say you were getting too old to burrow into their bed but still let you climb onto it, while your father would just peek at you and fall right back to sleep, his snores succeeding in drowning out the horrible thunder.

the summer before your first year at hogwarts, when a particularly scary rainstorm had you running to the comfort of your parents’ room again, your mother blatantly refused to let you dive under her covers. she said you were getting too old, too big, and “whose bed would you dash to at hogwarts?” while your father snored away in sleep, your mother told you to go back to your room and be brave. so, determined to show the thunder who’s boss, you marched back to your own bed with your head held high. your confidence lasted a total of two minutes and thirty-seven seconds, and you didn’t sleep a wink that night. instead, you stayed up, too afraid to sleep, and spent the rest of the early morning thinking about useless things: your dolls and what clothes you would dress them up in, the mudpies you had left to bake in the sun which were surely ruined thanks to the storm, and how you would beat the mean little boy next door to the swingset at the playground the next day.

so that’s what you did now: you thought about futile things while curled up in your dormitory bed, things like lessons and essays you hadn’t started on, chapters you were supposed to have read but could do fine without, parchment and quills and ink you needed to have replenished the next hogsmeade weekend.

in the end, it was pointless; the thunderstorm raged on, and you had never felt more awake in your life. abandoning the hope that you could fall asleep, you quietly pull back the curtains of your four-poster and tiptoe out the dormitory, careful not to wake any of the other sleeping girls in the room. reaching the staircase, you sluggishly walk down to the common room, planning on starting the fire up again and sitting in front of it until the morning, maybe even sneak down to the kitchens for food if you felt up for it.

you stop short when you see a figure sprawled on the stuffy couch, their lanky limbs hanging off of it. as you cautiously step closer, a smile tugs at your face to see it’s remus, transfiguration book abandoned and left open on his steadily rising and falling chest, used parchment strewn all over the floor. you make your way over and sit down on the armrest, contemplating whether you should wake him up or not; he looked happier when he was sleeping, as cliche as that sounded. you wonder what he’s dreaming of.

another roar of thunder; you jump, almost falling off the couch, and decide that waking remus up would only be for the best...after all, you didn’t want him to wake up with a sore neck from having to sleep in that awful position, did you?

you gently shake him, muttering, “remmy...remus.” he doesn’t stir, though, and you take to poking his arm softly, then a bit harder as you start to wonder how heavy of a sleeper he really is. “remus!”

he wakes with a start, the book tumbling down to the floor as he sits up swiftly, calming down only when he sees you standing there expectantly. he rubs his eyes, yawning, and groggily asks, “(y/n)? what are you doing?”

“what are you doing?” you ask in response, looking curiously around at the bundle of parchment and quills scattered around him. the storm is far from your mind even if you can still hear it outside; remus has become the perfect distraction.

he yawns again and looks down at his watch. you notice he’s still in his uniform...has he not gone up to bed at all?

“i was working on the transfiguration essay due tomorrow...must’ve fallen asleep, i suppose,” he answers, and you realize that he hadn’t done it because of last week’s full moon; but remus was never one to make excuses for himself, even if those excuses were credible.

lightning flashes outside bringing with it another clap of thunder; remus’s attention turns to the window. to your surprise, he smiles.

“is it raining outside?” he asks as he moves for a better view. so much for a distraction, you think as remus exclaims excitedly, “oh, it’s more than rain, it’s a storm!”

his face lights up, or maybe it’s just the lightning continuing outside. he proceeds to stare, transfixed, at the downpour. “beautiful, is it not? how the lightning can be sometimes white, or purple, or maybe even both. how the thunder rattles the earth down to its core,” he says after some time.

beautiful? if beautiful meant terrifying and too intense for your liking then, “yes, i suppose it is,” you answer.

another thunder strike, probably the loudest one that night, makes you jump. remus notices, and, with an expression of concern on his face, says more than asks, “you’re afraid of the thunder...that’s why you woke me up.”

how could one person be so intuitive?

you shrug your shoulders and nod, mumbling, “ever since i was a child.” remus smiles, that warm smile that he had when he was sleeping, as he walks over to the couch again, sitting down and getting himself comfortable. moving the quills and his book out of the way, he looks up at you expectantly. “well?” he asks.

“well what?” you inquire back, confused.

he laughs. “my lap is open for the taking,” remus says and pats his legs. realizing what he’s offering, you scramble over to the couch, laying down and resting your head on his lap, finally feeling truly at ease for the first time that night.

remus picks his book back up again, and you ask, “won’t you be sleeping, too?”

he shakes his head and smiles gently. “no, i have to finish this transfiguration essay. but don’t worry; i’ll be here with you until you fall asleep.”

a few minutes pass, and remus starts idly drawing random shapes on your arm, soothing you until you’re in that state between consciousness and sleep. just as you feel yourself slipping away, thunder booms, and you flinch, the sound startling you.

remus is quick to lean down and press gentle kisses to your forehead, murmuring all the while, “‘s alright. go to sleep, my love.” you can hear the fatigue in his voice, and know he won’t last much longer awake.

the thunder goes away for a few minutes but comes back again, although you don’t notice it much with remus’s arms wrapped around you. you glance up at him one last time before closing your eyes, and see remus dozing off again, the small smile he gets in his sleep back.

content, you snuggle in closer; this might’ve been the longest night of your life, but could proudly say the storm didn’t scare you as much anymore, not when remus held you through the crash of the thunder.

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a/n: why does this feel like the longest thing i've ever written LMFAO. anyways i love remus lupin <3

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[haik-choo]

request:  hiya :)) if it’s not too much can i request some hcs of waking up next to the karasuno first years? thank youuuu 💞

a/n: this is literally such a cute concept <3<3<3 omF i think they’d all just be so grateful for having someone like you eojhgeoriughero,,,,also only yamaguchi and kageyama are aged up lololol hinata and tsukki are still high schoolers 

@dearkozume because you wanted me to tag you in posts!!! <3

[WAKING UP NEXT TO THE KARASUNO FIRST YEARS]

-tsukishima, yamaguchi, kageyama, hinata

tsukishima kei. 

most likely it’s a sleepover at your house, because he doesn’t want akiteru walking in and embarrassing him by bringing up how soft he’s being with you lololol

it’s 11am, and he hears birds chirping, and decided to open his eyes, expecting to see his shelf of dinosaur figurines like every morning. but instead, he sees you gently closed eyes and slightly open lips. 

his eyes widen a little, before he reaches over to put on his glasses to get a better look at you, his movement stirring you awake. the first sight you see is tsukishima reaching over you, but instead you clamp onto his arm and tug him down so that he falls onto you with a small ‘oomf’

“i can’t see, you idiot”

“i didn’t ask if you could see baby <3 you blind mole rat <3″

you both just lay there, his body half on yours, half off. normally he’d get annoyed at someone clinging to him, but your gently smile and rosy cheeks just make his mouth close. 

he can’t get over how lucky he is to have someone who can deal with his personality with just as much fervor. he sighs, readjusting his grip on you and snuggling his head into your neck, a rare action

“we can stay for a little longer. i guess” he says but really he was never going to get up to leave in the first place 

and he gives you a little kiss on the side of your neck before falling back asleep and you both wake up at like 3pm <3 <3 fuck normal sleep schedules 

yamaguchi tadashi.

wakes up thirty minutes before you do to get up and brush his teeth because he hates having bad breath lololol so he’s not looking at you the first time he gets out of bed,,,but when he gets back into bed he settles down and gets cozy to spend the next few minutes just, staring at you

likes watching you scrunch your nose in your sleep. if you have any freckles or moles or whatever homeboy WILL draw a constellation of them in his head. he just loves noticing small details about you because he’s so detail-oriented 

you can feel his gaze penetrating your fucking soul so you wake up, and the first thing you see are his soft green brown eyes and the freckles that are dotted around them

“hmmm, tadashi, you’re so pretty” you’d say, and no matter how many times you say it when you wake up next to him he just COMBUSTS it’s so CUTE GO D

but the sleepiness makes him so much bolder and he just says whatever is on his mind “baby, you are so much prettier. like an angel” cue you giggling and turning to completely face him

and he’ll just lean in and kiss your forehead while his hand his like tucking hair behind your ear or some shit. and then he moves his hand down to yours and lace your fingies together <3YES SIRRRRR

“you smell like mint, baby, let me go brush my teeth and i’ll be back” “okay, be back soon <3″

and when you come back and snuggle with him in bed, the next hour is filled with aimless talking and scrolling on your phone and sometimes....other stuff ;) 

kageyama tobio. 

it depends on the day who wakes up before who. sometimes you’ll wake up before him because he has practice late or a really exhausting game, and other times when he’s not that tired when he goes to sleep he wakes up before you because he wants to workout or eat. but, most times you wake up before him

and today is one of those days. your eyes slowly pry open, the open curtains (tobio forgot to close them) made it painful, but you could bear it. especially when an extremely cute setter was laying next to you, stomach pressed on the bed with his arms under the pillow, his sleeping face positioned towards you

he always has an intense expression on his face, and when he’s sleeping it’s one of the only times you can see that tension and emotion dissipate into angelic beauty 

every once in a while he’ll grunt and roll back his shoulders, and so you always ends up giving him a shoulder massage. you gently reposition him for his head to be in your lap, and you just softly press down on his shoulders and he ends up waking up.

he’s used to the sensation, so he just hums and enjoys your hands kneading his back. mornings are very quiet with him, neither of you feel obligated to say anything, so you don’t. he’ll sometimes detail what happened at practice the other day, but most times he just has his eyes partially opened, relaxed

kisses your legs very softly whenever he’s ready to get up, making you smile softly as you thread your fingers through his hair one last time

“thank you, my shoulders really hurt,,,,,,but,,,,,” “but what tobio” “i,,,,wanna eat” “*sigh*”

hinata shoyo. 

yall always have sleepover’s at his place, and every once in a while natsu will join you, but this time she was spending the night at her friends house and his parents were out with their friends for an outing and you had him all to yourself <3

you definitely always wake up before him because boy is he a deep sleeper, and he doesn’t naturally get up until like. 12pm probably, every morning is a struggle for this poor baby

but this time, the sun has just risen, it’s probably only about seven am, but the light woke you up, and damn, you’re glad it did. the sunrise shining in from behind his orange mane makes it seem like he’s an actual angel

and his long eyelashes are so pretty, his mouth is open and probably has a little drool on the corner of it, there is no blanket or cover anywhere on him, and he’s sprawled like a starfish, one hand barely gripping onto your shirt

you can only stare at him for a few minutes before all of a sudden his eyes SNAP open and you nearly have a heart attack because he wakes up screaming “I’M GONNA BE LATE OH MY GOD DAICHI WILL HAVE MY HEAD” and it takes like a while minute for him to realize that you’re next to him and he’s not, in fact, late for anything

he breathes a sigh of relief and plops down next to you and kisses your cheek “sorry about that lol” 

the next like. three hours are spent with you attacking his face with kisses, only taking breaks to scroll on your phones for a while

will literally be the big spoon and rest his chin on your shoulder and rub his head against your neck and watch videos with you <3

“i wanna wake up like this every morning” “screaming about a murderous daichi?” “....nevermind”

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What Hurts the Most~Epilogue

Rating: T

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: none honestly, this is just full on sweet fluff

A/N: I started this series in March in an attempt to process something very real and something very painful I went through. I went through this series having days where it mentally drained me to get such emotions out. I had days I didn’t even think I’d be able to give these two a happy ending. But here we are and I’m thankful for each sweet comment I’ve received that helped push me on to creating and finishing this off. I cannot deny I shed tears writing this, knowing after this long angsty journey that these two big dummies time has come to an end. I hope it touches y’alls hearts as much as it did mine xo

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There’s a flash, blazing arcs in the sky before the explosion of light and color. There’s a sparkle of gold, red, and orange shimmering down after the pop before dimming, matching the scene projected on the castle in front of them. There’s the oohs and ahs of the crowd as they watch the scene in front of them change with the melody, clapping as more fireworks fill the sky, sometimes in multiple bursts, in flashes, or like a shooting star across the sky. The mixture of light and smoke to give each scene the ambience it needed to make you feel a part of it.

Children gasped, screaming out each character they saw in excitement, and he couldn’t deny it was a bit crowded in front of the castle for his liking but Marcus didn’t mind. Not when he had you in front of him looking like a child that was just handed the best gift on Christmas. Marcus watches as you look on in awe, the flash of each explosion making your sequined Mickey Mouse ears shimmer, reflecting the different colors lighting the sky. 

You’re smiling up at the sky and in Marcus’ eyes shining almost as bright as the fireworks. You seemed to glow under the light and he couldn’t deny he was paying more attention to the beautiful sight of you in front of him than the show going on around you both. This was your favorite part of each visit and he loved the way you always reacted as if it was your first time, just as the children were. You were so at ease here, not afraid to let the childlike love you have for Disney come out when you both visited and he loved to watch it unfold.

Your reactions were as pure and excited as the kids watching the display and it tugged at something in his heart. It made him want to see this on repeat over and over again, these moments where you gave off so much warmth that he wanted to just hold you and soak it in. A memory, a piece of home, he can carry with him everywhere he went. 

As Marcus watches you beam up at him, he couldn’t believe you were his, that he had been deemed worthy to have the love you had given him, to be able to share moments like this. You press your lips against him, smiling brightly as you wrap your arms around his neck, “I love you.”

His heart flutters, you were emitting so much happiness and love as you stared into his eyes that it practically took his breath away. “I love you too sweetheart,” he says against your lips before pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

You can’t help but grin against his soft lips, running a hand over scruff, feeling the most content you had in your life. You turn around to face the light show again, pressing your back against his chest, feeling a fluttering in your heart as you feel his hand on your hip, keeping you close. You can’t help but take in the moment, feeling lucky to have someone like Marcus that didn’t mind going to parks like this with you even when you were both in your thirties. 

Marcus smiles to himself, glad you were so focused on the fireworks and music that you hadn’t noticed the way he was starting to shift side to side from his nerves, hand in his pocket fidgeting with the velvet pouch that felt heavier than it truly was. The show would only last so much longer and then the time would come, the moment he had planned. He watches you sing along to the songs, chuckling as you sing off key. It reminded him of the moments you used to be afraid to sing around him, when you both had first become friends, when you’d turn to look out his window during car drives to hum to yourself. He hold back a laugh at the fond memory, feeling his nerves calming some as he thinks of all you both had gone through, how you both were here at this point. A moment he had been waiting for after the year you both had spent truly together.

He takes a deep breath wrapping an arm around your waist, leaning down to lay his head on your shoulder, just a few more minutes. He closes his eyes, smiling as he listens to your voice, he starts swaying you both back and forth, feeling himself visibly relax as he inhales the soft scent of your shampoo and perfume.  Marcus chuckles as the castle turns purple and blue, you starting to belt out “Love is an Open Door”, the music trails off and everyone aws as the castle changes color again, a projection of Simba and Nala coming across it and Marcus immediately knows exactly what song is to come, excitement running through him.

You let out a soft squeak as Marcus turns you around to face him, a lopsided grin on his face that makes your heart race as he looks down at you in admiration. The start of “Can you Feel the Love Tonight” begins to play and you burst into laughter as Marcus reaches up to cup your cheek, “Can you feeeel the love tonighttttt, you needn’t look farrr” he belts out closing his eyes and swaying you both. You join him, not caring as people look at you both sing. He spins you around the crowded area making you giggle.

“Cause you'll be in my heart, yes, you'll be in my heart,” Marcus continues to sing as the song changes. He pulls you back against him, arm around your waist, moving you both side to side. Something about his own off key notes and the extra dramatics he was adding, had you smiling so big you felt like your cheeks would be hurting. It made you feel like a love struck teenager. “From this day on, now and forever more, you'll be in my heart,” you both sing, both of your hands coming up to your mouths like imaginary microphones. 

Marcus can’t help but laugh before bowing to you and giving you one last spin. He pulls you flush against him and your eyes twinkling under the fireworks and he knows that though he should still be feeling his nerves, that he wouldn’t choose any other moment than this. He presses a kiss to your forehead, before turning you back around to face the castle again. He nips at your shoulder and you turn to face him shaking your head as you give him a bemused expression, “What was that?”

“That’s how lions say I love you,” Marcus answers, watching as you turn around and get on your tippy toes.

“I’ll bite you later and show you how much I do too then my lion,” you say into his ear, before pressing a kiss to his neck, giving him a cheshire smile and turning back around. Marcus feels a shiver run down his spine, thinking of just what you both will have to celebrate once the show is over.

He holds you close to him as the show draws to a close. You both continuing your antics of singing along to  each song or at least Marcus trying his best to for every movie he could remember from the movie nights you both would have. His hand slips into his pocket, fidgeting with the pouch as he pulls out the cool, round metal. He feels his heart start to race, the moment coming as he hears Walts voice come over the speakers. And so, our journey comes to an end. But yours continues on. Grab hold of your dreams and make them come true. 

“Sweetheart?” Marcus says over the crowd, making you turn around and smile at him, eyes crinkling.

“Yes Markie?”

He holds up his phone with one hand, the other still hiding in his pocket, “Can you turn around for me to get a picture of you with the castle behind you.”

“Marcussss,” you whine but know you’ll still do it for him, “You already have one from the past few times.”

Marcus presses his finger to your nose in a boop, “Yes and I would love one for this time, please?” He pouts at you and you laugh as he looks at you with pleading eyes. 

You scrunch up your nose as you poke his side, grinning as he tries to swat your hand away, “Fine, only because you asked so nicely.”

You turn around and Marcus feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. For you are the key to unlocking your own magic. Now go.

Marcus turns to the woman beside him, “Can you video this for me please?” She gasps as he hands her his phone, showing her the ring in his hand. She nods, grinning at him brightly.

Marcus takes a deep breath, getting down on his knee behind you, watching as the diamond sparkles under the lights. Let your dreams guide you. Reach out and find your Happily Ever After. 

You hear cheers as the final fireworks get released in the sky, clapping as you watch them burst, the last of the colors cascading down. There are gasps around you and turn around to ask Marcus what was going on. Your hands immediately come up to your mouth as you see Marcus kneeling on the ground behind you, a ring in his hand.

You feel the tears brimming in your eyes as Marcus looks up at you, that beaming smile on his face, brown eyes reflecting nothing but love. He says your name, silence seeming to fall upon everyone watching, waiting to see your reaction. He takes your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm.

Marcus feels his nerves coming back as the next words come out, “This is me reaching out for my happily ever after. Ever since you came into my life, I have felt like I have known you for years. You have seen me at my best, at my worst.  You’ve helped me from myself, from others. You’ve helped me become a better man, when I’m around you...I feel like I’m home, like I’ve found my place in this chaotic world. I’ve lived without you and I can’t ever imagine not having you at my side again. Everyday with you feels like magic. When I see you smile, it’s like you’ve hung up the stars in this night sky, you bring so much light to my life. I can’t believe I’ve been deemed worthy enough to have someone as wonderful as you placed in my life. Will you do me the honor and marry me?”

You feel the tears start to stream down your face, knees wobbly as you hear his confession. Your mind takes you back to nine years before when you had told him it was your dream to be proposed to in front of Cinderella’s castle since you were a kid. The tears flowed more freely knowing even after all this time he had remembered. You let out a soft sob, nodding, watching as Marcus’ own eyes start to shine with tears. “Yes?” Marcus asks as if he’s waiting for you to change your mind. 

You smile at him wiping your eyes with your free hand, “Y-Yes….Yes!” You both hear the crowd cheer, Marcus slipping the ring on your finger. He stands up, immediately lifting you in his arms and swinging you around as you laugh, placing both hands on his cheeks as you kiss his lips. The crowd starts clapping around you both, a unison of awws erupting, you pull away grinning at him, “I love you Marcus Miguel, I’ll never forget this.”

Marcus presses his forehead against yours, smiling against your lips, feeling as if it’s just you both in that moment, “I love you too my queen. I can’t wait for forever with you.”

As you stare into his soft eyes, his lips pressing against yours again for a sweet kiss, you feel the immense amount of love between you both, anything left unspoken being shared in the soft yet desperate kiss. The world melts away, just you both in this little moment that was yours and no one else's. As you stand there in his arms, the crowd forgotten, you know just as him, you wouldn’t want to spend forever with anyone else.

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