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ddejavvu · 2 years

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ok but imagine aaron having a certain dream about the reader😏and just straight up unable to make eye contact with them the next day at work and is just avoiding them to not “be tempted”, and the reader is just really confused as to what’s happening. But someone on the team eventually figures it out and tells them…. could be 18+ ur wish!!

let ur amazing mind run continue pls and I love ur writing so much ok bye now <333

i want hotch to wet dream about me and then be flustered at work. thank you for letting me think about that.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Just set them on my desk."

That's it. That's it, no 'thank you,' no 'Y/L/N,' not even a glance thrown your way by your typically surly Unit Chief. Sure, he had a reputation for being grumpy, but not neglectful. This seemed like more, like you'd upset him.

"Right," You speak tentatively, almost hearing the crunch of eggshells as you step towards his desk. You linger but he pays you no mind, so you give up, placing the files on his desk and hurrying out.

Anxiety burns at your chest, your heart hammering away at the thought of what you might have done.

"Hey, are you okay?" Spencer catches your elbow as you rush for your desk, yanking you gently into the kitchen instead of being out in the bullpen with everyone else. It gets you away from prying eyes, something you're grateful for as you're sure your expression gives away your inner turmoil.

"I'm fine," You say it like a self-affirmation, "Really, I think- I think I'm overreacting."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Spencer, ever-concerned, pushes. You glance not-so-subtly at Hotch's office, swallowing the minimal saliva that's pooled around your tongue.

"I think," You start, hesitant to say the words out loud in case you're blowing things out of proportion, "I think that Hotch is mad at me."

Spencer laughs.

He laughs.

You frown indignantly, "Hey, what was that for?"

"Sorry!" He seems to recover from his momentary giggle fit, "I just- I don't think so."

"Really? And why not?" You're angry now, feeling ridiculed and belittled by Spencer of all people, "Because he wouldn't even look at me, and he made absolutely no conversation the entire time I was there. He didn't say a single word that wasn't absolutely necessary, and he sounded pissed."

Spencer's brow furrows, and you feel validation at the idea that he's finally believing you. You aren't sure why Hotch is mad at you, but you're glad someone is on your side.

"That's weird," Spencer puzzles, "I can go and talk to him, if you want?"

"No! No," You shake your head vehemently, "I'm sure whatever he's mad at me for will just get worse if I send you in there to snoop."

"I won't snoop!" Spencer insists, "I might not be the smoothest person here but I'll make sure he doesn't know you sent me, at least."

"I dunno," You bring your thumbnail to your lips, your teeth grating at it, "I don't think it's a good idea."

"So you're just gonna sit and be anxious all day?" Reid gestures to the clock, bearing the time 9:35, "I don't even think you'll make it to lunch."

"Maybe you're right," You groan, taking your nail out from between your teeth and running an exasperated hand over your face, "Promise you won't tell him I sent you?"

"Promise." Spencer leaves you with a brisk pat on the arm, "Just make yourself some coffee and wait for me at your desk."

Spencer strides up to Hotch's office, his long legs carrying him far and leaving him outside the door in no time. He knocks twice, then enters at Hotch's cue.

"Reid," Hotch looks up attentively from his paperwork, "Is there something you need?"

"Yeah," Reid gestures to the chair in front of Hotch's desk, "Can I sit?"

"Of course."

Spencer folds himself into the chair easily, his leg bouncing nervously, "Is there something wrong?"

"Wrong?" Hotch's brow quirks up, "What do you mean?"

"I- I just mean," Reid stammers, "You've seemed.. distant, lately. Like you're trying to avoid us."

"I don't recall ever acting that way towards you," Hotch's brows furrow now, drifting down towards his eyes.

"Not towards me," Spencer's toeing the line now, desperately trying to remain casual, "Just.. others of us."

Hotch studies him for a moment, discerning. Then, "Did Y/N send you?"

Y/N. Your first name, not your last. Spencer balks.

'No! No," He chuckles casually, "What- why would Y/L/N send me?"

"Misunderstanding," Hotch dismisses, leaning forwards so that his lower half is completely out of sight, only his chest up visible behind his desk, "Y/L/N doesn't need to worry."

"You should tell them that." Reid finally breaks, guilt seeping into his chest at breaking his promise, "They're really anxious."

"I-" Hotch starts, his eyes drifting out of the window towards your figure hunched over your desk. He groans, covering his face with his large hand,"Reid, I'll handle this."

"Please do." Reid stands, trying to look firm and tough as he stands before his boss, "Because.. well, because they don't deserve this."

"I know." Hotch scoots forward, hastily keeping his lap concealed from the young doctor's view, "I said I'll handle this."

"I just wanted to make sure!" Reid persists, frowning as Hotch hunches slightly in an effort to keep himself more covered, "I just- Hotch.. why are you hiding your lap?"

Reid expects there to be something incriminating there. Maybe a file he isn't supposed to see, a snack he's not supposed to be eating during work hours, perhaps even a risque text. But what incriminates him isn't his body, but his eyes, hardening and barely concealing panic behind their firm insistence.

"Reid," Hotch speaks through gritted teeth, "Go."

It makes sense now. The avoidance, the guilty glances to your worried form, the tight body language. Hotch likes you. He doesn't just like you, He's attracted to you. He's.. he's aroused by you.

"Oh my god," Spencer doesn't mean to give away his discovery, but he can't help himself, "Hotch.. oh my god."

"Spencer," Hotch warns, "Do not-"

"Oh my god!" Spencer feels like he's won. Everyone always knows workplace gossip before him, despite how observant he is he tends to lack in knowledge pertaining to matters of the heart. But this, this guarantees him a lifetime membership to Penelope Garcia's Fantastic Gossip Circle, which holds meetings once a week only for hand-picked members.

"I mean it." Hotch would stand if he could, make himself more domineering, "If you say a word about this.."

"I won't." To anyone outside the office, Reid is rather proud of himself for containing his amusement, keeping a straight face, "You- uh, you have fun with that, Hotch."

His boss fires back a disparaging Reid! before he shuts the door behind him on his way out, but it doesn't lessen the bounce in the doctor's step.

He plops down into his chair, ignoring the loud creak that comes from the plastic hinge when he does. You glance subtly up at him, aware that Hotch can see you both from his office, and not wanting to give yourself away.

"Anything?" Your voice is meek and meager, still panicked from your assumptions.

"You're fine," Reid smirks, the expression looking somewhat foreign on the man in front of you, "He's definitely not mad at you, Y/N."

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00belle00lovely00 · 2 months

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okay- okay- I'm shy to ask this but- got any headcanons for CraftyCorn×KickinChicken? it's just- these two has something special I promise you I'm not insane trust me gurl-

B E S T I E.

NO SHAME ON IT.

WE AIN'T BEING SHY IN THIS HOUSE. AND DON'T CALL YOURSELF INSANE CAUSE, MY FRIEND, IF YOU ARE CRAZY I'M FAR GONE-

I LOVE THE SHIP DYNAMIC YOU JUST GAVE ME-

WHY MAY YOU ASK? WELL LET ME TELL YOU EXACTLY THAT

🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐

STELLAR OR COSMOS. YES. THAT IS THE BEST SHIP NAME FOR THESE FELLOWS. IF NOT, I HAVE NO CLUE.

Opposites attract, you guys. Maybe not like Dogday and Catnap in that sense, but LITERALLY in their social status and personality are they opposites.

Kickin would've totally heard from someone else that Craftycorn had a crush on him, which in this case she didn't YET, but BECAUSE of that fact he would play all high and mighty and say that he would act "hard to get". So at the end of the day, he would go around and try to send indirect pickup lines, hoping she would get nervous and ask if he was serious only for him to reject the thought of it. BUT INSTEAD. Craftycorn is completely confused by the comment and thinks it's just a playful joke from Kickin. Then she attempts to laugh it off to not make the situation awkward for herself, AND GUESS WHAT. JUST BECAUSE OF THAT ONE ACT, JUST BECAUSE SHE GIGGLED TO IT. HE INSTANTLY CRUSHES ON HER. AND NOW DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, BECAUSE HE TOLD THE ENTIRE GROUP HE WOULD BE ACTING HARD TO GET.

SO TAKING THE LAST HEADCANON IN THOUGHT, WE GET: AN IN-DENIAL COOL GUY WANNA BE X AN OBLIVIOUS QUIET GIRL.

I'll never stop head canonizing Craftycorn doodling the people she crushes on.

A very nice thought I would get from these two is Craftycorn asking Kickin if she'd like to hold his hand. At first, Kickin dismisses it, then reluctantly agrees, only for Crafty to witness how downright NERVOUS this man got. Like- we are talking about taking feathers, sweating beads dripping down his forehead, and even getting chicken skin WHILE BEING A CHICKEN. As she notices it, she attempts to comfort him and check if he is all right but just makes matters WORSE.

Picture this: The whole group are in a basketball competition on the beach/backyard of someone's house. Kickin's team are all struggling to keep up the energy. So, noticing this, Bobby brings in the idea for the ones not participating in the game to be the cheerleaders. That of course, one of them being Craftycorn. She declines the offer, once, twice, even so many times because she is too nervous to do such a thing. But once she decided to do it, all Kickin had to hear was "Uuuh... go team, go?" from Crafty and INSTANT WIN. INSTANTLY.

Let's all just agree that this is not looking-for-attention artist x looking-for-attention superstar.

Whenever there's a group activity, Craftycorn would usually invite everyone over to her house to do arts and crafts. She is somewhat of an art teacher for all her friends. That included Kickin, but due to his pride and wanting to heavily impress Crafty with his skills, he would deny any help and try to do EXTREMELY difficult art pieces. Which, obviously always ended up a crappy mess. Soon enough, when Kickin feels like giving up on his masterpiece and downright frustrated by not catching Crafty's interest, Crafty decides to step in and help him little by little. Soon enough, Kickin finds out that this is a much better way to catch Crafty's attention and finally enjoys doing something together.

Hoppy wouldn't leave him alone the moment she found out he liked Crafty. And the same thing would go for Craftycorn with Bobby.

Craftycorn, as a way to show her appreciation to others without saying words out, would usually go around and paste stickers to the things she likes. Now just imagine Kickin's shock the moment she begins to put stickers ALL around his body.

Craftycorn rarely gets angry at people, not because only is she soft-spoken, but she is rather very collected with her emotions. But when she gets ever so PISSED with people, she begins to regret it rather instantly. Sometimes she would lock herself in a room, and not come out for DAYS. This of course made Kickin very worried about her. Instead of going downright bursting into the door, he promises Crafty that he will be sitting at the other end until she is ready to come out. For a few bunch of minutes, there's a bit of a comforting silence until Craftycorn decides to open the door and let him inside. Now let's be honest, both of them are terrible at speaking their feelings out. Maybe Crafty is much more open about it, but it was clear she didn't want to make things worse than they already were, so they majorly only hold hands and stick together, the silence much more comforting than they thought it would be.

Let me make this easy for you'll to understand what I mean: Crafty + papercut = Kickin instantly falling into panic mode.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #kickinchicken #craftycorn #kickin chicken x craftycorn #craftycorn x kickin chicken #my headcanons #headcanon #STOP UNDERRATED SHIPS!!!

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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i forgot to respond to you, I’m sorry!! Oh my god yes!! I don’t want to bother you but it would really make me happy to read your input on that, I’m feeling a little shy lately because to ask you for fics because I feel like my ideas are too boring so I’ve been thinking extra hard to come to something creative for you 😭😭

I’m so indecisive about who, it could be Aizawa, Shouto, Tenya or Hitoshi, like I said I love the idea of just corrupting someone and I imagine so many scenarios with them and I start blushing A LOT, I’m so sensitive these days, please can you put some aftercare and extra body worshiping?? 💓💓 i love you so much my baby -🏹

Baby I loved working on it! You have some amazing prompts. I hope you enjoy it!

Title : Waking the beast

Characters : Shouto/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ fluff

Summary : Shouto is a gentle guy for the most part, so what happens when you decide to explore that dormant dark side of him?

Please do not read if you're a minor

Everyone is of legal age

Masterlist

Were you doing it on purpose? Walking around the apartment with nothing on but his boxer shorts and a bra? Indeed you were, though he certainly thought nothing of it, if anything he found you cute. But that was the exact opposite of what you actually wanted.

You wanted to bring him to his knees, to have him rip your clothes apart and pound your pussy ruthlessly.

_ "Honey I'll be in my office for a bit to write down that mission report. It might take a while so don't wait up." He whispered softly, kissing your neck and running his fingers along your exposed sides..

And then he stopped, leaving you hanging and walked into his office.

What was that reaction of his? Were you doing it wrong?

You ran to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Yeah, beautiful, sexy, so what the hell was wrong with him?

You sighed in defeat and dragged your feet to your bedroom, sinking face first onto your bed.

It was maddening how clueless and innocent your boyfriend can be at times. And while you mostly found that part of him endearing, this time wasn't the case.

_ "Fine.. I give up." You mumbled against your pillow and closed your eyes, hoping to catch some sleep and forget the whole thing by next morning.

You tossed and turned, huffed and puffed for almost an hour, but it was useless, you were too upset to sleep anyway.

You sat up sighing and decided to visit him in his office, he was gone for a long time after all.

_ "Shouto, can I come in?" You called out for him after knocking gently on the door.

_ "Of course babe." He answered you immediately.

You walked right up to him and hugged him from behind, he was still immersed in his work that he didn't even turn around to greet you.

_ "Why are you still up?" He asked, still working on his paperwork report.

In all honesty, you wanted his attention, but you weren't about to admit that. So instead, you tightened your hug, pressing your barely covered boobs to his back and kissed his ear before whispering:

_ "I couldn't sleep without you, so is it okay if I waited here?"

_ "Of course it is love, I'm really sorry this is taking forever." He stated apologetically while taking your hand in his and kissing it softly.

You turned around, pushing his chair and straddling him. It happened too quickly that all he could do was stare at you wide eyed, silently questioning your actions.

_ "I wanna be close to you Shouto, please let me stay like this." You murmured in the softest voice you could muster, nuzzling his neck and running your fingers through his soft hair.

_ "It's fine sweetheart, do whatever you want." He kissed your shoulder and caressed your back before diving into his work.

It was warm and intimate.. and you almost melted into his touch, almost.. but not tonight.

You took the hand still tracing your spine and placed it on your exposed thigh, moving it up slowly against your skin until you slipped it under the hem of your boxers, his boxers.

Shouto was so engrossed in his work that he had no idea what you were planning on doing, and you took advantage of the fact to play with him more before he finally finds out your intentions.

You pressed your boobs to his chest and left feathery kisses along his pulse and down to his collarbone where you playfully nibbled and sucked a perfect red spot.

_ "Babe, what are you doing?" He chuckled, not really giving you his full attention. It pissed you off so you decided to take it to the next level and rolled your hips against his while slowly guiding his hand to your ass cheek, hoping he would squeeze your flesh.

He didn't.. he simply kept it there, thumb caressing your skin.

You hated how innocent and clueless he was being at the moment.. He left you no choice, it was finally time to bring out the big guns.

You got off his lap and kneeled in front of him, placing a palm on his covered cock and feigning an innocent gaze.

_ "Hey babe what are you doing?!" He jumped in surprise: "Can't this wait? I'm in the middle of work you see." He smiled nervously while patting your head.

_ "It's okay, you can finish your work, I'm not going to disturb you." You batted your eyelashes and placed open mouthed kisses on his awakening bulge.

He said nothing after that, he knew it was useless to resist you.

He went back to his work -or at least tried to- while you pulled down his boxers and encircled his dick with your fingers, pecking the head before taking him whole into your mouth.

You felt him tensing and smiled around his length, licking its underside and moaning softly.

He threaded his fingers through your hair and groaned tilting his head back. He was struggling to keep his cool and most of all, to finish his damn report.

You bobbed your head faster, moving your sneaky hands along the base of his cock and humming in satisfaction.

Shouto failed to keep his focus any longer, words on his papers jumbled up and lost all meaning.

He looked down to find you gazing up at him through half lidded eyes.

_ "Fuck.." He panted, tightening his grip on your hair and pushing your head deeper down his cock.

You whimpered as the smooth head hit the back of your throat, and you hollowed your cheeks swallowing around his raging shaft.

You moved one of your hands to your dripping cunt, pushing the shorts down to fondle your glistening clit. You were close, both of you were.

You closed your eyes as you felt him throbbing, and awaited his seeds to coat the inside of your mouth.

But to your surprise, he pulled you completely up, releasing his cock from your eager lips.

He removed your shorts and brought you on top of him, immediately sitting you on his cock.

You had no time to react or adjust, and your shocked expressions were enough proof.

_ "Fine, we'll do it your way, but I don't wanna hear any complaints."

You did it! You woke the beast.

He started bouncing you up and down on him and all you could do was claw at his shoulders and gasp for air. One of his hands traveled around your back and unhooked your bra.

_ "Aaahhh! Shouto.." You cried out his name when he delved in, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking it hard while his hand took care of the other one, kneading and squeezing and fondling until you lost all grip on reality.

_ "So sweet, ugh babe you're so soft." He mumbled, leaving wet kisses all over your boobs.

His thrusts became faster and deeper and you wailed as his balls hit your ass everytime he pounded you.

His hands went down, cupping your bouncy butt cheeks and he marveled at the way you jiggled with each push of his hips into yours.

You threw your head back and bit down on your lip while he kept railing you into oblivion.

_ "Fuck.. babe I'm close." He grunted through gritted teeth, lips ghosting over the fat of your breasts.

_ "Me too! Shouto please don't stop! I'm so close!" You begged, squeezing your eyes shut and yelped at once when he smacked your butt and squeezed your flesh over and over again.

_ "Yes babe that's it, let me feel that sexy ass jumping up and down on me.. yeah just like that. Fuck you're driving me nuts." He bit down on your nipple and smacked your butt again.. that was it for you, you tightened around him as your body shuddered from ecstasy.

But he wasn't going to let it end at that, one of his arms sneaked between your bodies as his fingers fondled your swelled up clit mercilessly.

_ No! No Shouto please wait! If you do that I'm going to.."

_ "I know, come on sweetheart give me everything you've got, fuck look at your delicious pussy begging for more.. beautiful."

His shameless words did it, you screamed at the top of your lungs before squirting on his chest.

_ "Fuck, yes, more babe give me more, I love it, look at that beautiful pussy, so good for me." And you did as asked, drenching both of you and slumping over his shoulder in exhaustion as he fucked you a bit more before pulling out to pump his dick a few times and cum all over his desk.

_ "Look what you did, some of it got onto my papers." He smirked playfully picking up the sullied documents, but you had no energy to reply.

You whimpered instead and held him closer.

_ "It's okay honey, don't move, I'll take it from here." He pecked your neck lovingly and stood up, carrying you to the bathroom.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, and you could faintly hear the water running in the bathtub. It all seemed like a hallucination until your body hit the warm water.

You were still in his arms, back resting against his chest, as you felt his gentle touches smoothing your sore body.

_ "Hey sweetheart how are you feeling? Is this okay?" He whispered, massaging your shoulders and legs and placing gentle kisses on your flesh.

_ "Yes, perfect." You breathed out smiling, and allowed him to pamper you.

You were unaware of how you passed out exactly, but when you opened your eyes again, you were fresh, clean, and secured between his protective arms.

You beamed as his sleeping form and steady heartbeat lulled you back to slumber.

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the-raptors-lore · 7 months

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Continuation from this!

@alphatimeline-orchid

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"No offense taken," Sirius reassured her unbothered and merely shrugged his shoulders. He's the one who worded it like that; from experience nonetheless.

A sound left him when Orchid mentioned her encounter with camping illagers. It could've been anything from an amused exhale to a scoff.

"No wonder. Most groups are based on- mh, let’s say respect. You gotta butt your heads with them, show 'em what you got, grow some horns. Otherwise none is going to accept you being around," he chimed in to lecture her. It was such a small natural rule he was familiar with from a young age, but Orchid simply didn't experience such.

"Being all…" He pauses again, looking Orchid over. "Soft and passive and all talk doesn't really speak to most." He wouldn't consider her particularly dangerous or physically strong by the looks; and the rowdy and the rough love to pick on those who feign innocence.

[...]

The Allay disrupting Orchid mid speech, the Vex jumping into position, but mostly the sudden wave of dread emitting from them had Sirius alarmed in an instant. Instinctively reaching for the crossbow at his side, stopping only pixels away from it, he registered this wasn't an attempt for a strike but a slip up in Orchid' muttered words.

He froze in place, peering at her. There was a heavy pause as he questioned himself if he even heard right. This couldn't be true, he must've misheard. Such apples can't be crafted if that's what she meant to say out loud.

Still, there is no doubt. Keeping his eyes on her, Orchids expression alongside her little guardians whizzing about like bees protecting their nest spoke for itself. A secret he wasn't meant to overhear.

He slowly dropped his guard again, straightening up ever so slowly. This wasn't the time to interrogate her. Not out here. They've lingered too long in one place for his liking anyway.

"... Speaking of healers. You might wanna see one," he changed the subject almost nonchalantly. Even if he assumed a neutral pose, leaving his hands in the open, away from the weapons at his side, the air felt heavy; too heavy to take a breath or relax just yet.

Without another word he turned and walked up to his ravager, leaving Orchid to herself for a moment. He'd nudge Silas in the sides with his knee to prompt her to pay attention, who in turn decided to ignore him. Chewing on the rest of the hay bale now enclosed in the beast's jaws, she only answered with varied growls and drawn out rumbles, complaining furiously.

Catching his foot in the stirrup, Sirius mounted the ravager in one smooth movement. An easy move while Silas was laying.

Even if he wasn't looking at her, his attention was on Orchid at all times, he listened for movement, her shuffling, the chimes of her companions, any step she'd take, until he turned to adress her.

“Come on. I know someone who can fix you up. I think you'll like them,” he spoke almost too calmly for comfort. Giving her an encouraging nod towards the free space behind him, he outstretched his hand just in case she'd need it.

Sirius has been considerably nicer than others and had made an effort to help out a stranger, but there's no chance to read his intentions now. Orchid's slip up in words might have tipped the scales to warrant his suspicion, or he truly didn't hear or believe her.

With Sirius' legs crossed once again, sitting on a ravager who isn't too eager to get up just yet, this would be Orchid's chance if she decided to run. On the other hand, if the illager spoke true and did intend to bring her to safety, then this might be her only chance to heal up and rest properly; finally giving her a break from danger.

#there is a choice to be made #I actually had to google what that metal loop thing on horse saddle is called #you know the thing you put your feet in when riding #maybe he's nice maybe he doesn't want to fight angry little spirits today #nudging Silas in the side with his knee is another way to say he kicked her... “softly” lmao #they can keep talking on the way but this way they actually get somewhere pfpfpf #continued post #the reply had me charged electrified so so excited ppfff #ngl this could've turned terrible if she met him some other time in the past lmao #minecraft #orchid #sirius #mineblr #rp #silas #ravager #illager #reply

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orchid-harmony · 2 years

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Getting to know of Each Other

1st part: The Night of the Giant Statues

Here is the second part, hope you enjoy it!!

Warning(s): Cursing, Being stabbed with a throwing knife

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"Wilbur!!"

The god yelled, he felt agony in his heart when he saw his son in statue form.

He ran over to his son, fell to the ground and wrapped wings around him.

He had tears running down his eyes, in the corner of his eyes, he could see Techno not moving, with his eyes widened a bit.

He put his head on his son's shoulder, not paying attention that he was next.

The next thing he felt was his body changing, but he doesn't care.

At least Phil was next to Wilbur.

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Phil was the first to wake up from his stony slumber.

He looked around the building, apparently the night guard said that the building they were in was called a museum.

"Strange name for a building this big."

Phil then realized something.

"The night guard forgot to tell us his name."

He sighed, not the first time someone forgot to tell Phil their name, definitely won't be the last.

"So now you're awake huh?" Phil turned to see the night guard at the entrance of their now called "room".

"How long have you been standing there? Waiting for one of us to wake up?"

"Just got here like a few minutes ago, as soon as I went inside here, your body was already turning back to how you used to look like."

Both of them stood there in silence.

"Is it alright if I can accompany you mate? I might not be much but I just don't wanna be here, feeling alone without my son and friend, you get what I'm saying?"

The night guard nodded, then started walking out of the room with Phil catching up to him.

Once they were out of the room, the guard took out his flashlight and kept walking.

"So you only have a flashlight to guide you in the darkness of the museum, and no weapon to protect yourself with?" Phil asked.

He was rather more curious than worried that the guard only had a flashlight on him.

"Yes, my boss only gives out flashlights. But my boss also allows me to bring a weapon just in case."

"Well, what did you bring for protection?"

The guard stopped before reaching into one of his pockets, showing Phil a red shuriken knife.

"This, my fellow god, is called a shuriken knife, it's throwable, it's stabable, and has helped me protect myself."

"You sure you're allowed to throw that weapon around? Do you even know how to throw?"

"You wanna be my target practice?"

Phil wanted to say no, but he also wanted to see how good at throwing that knife was the guard.

He went to a wall and turned around to see the guard in position to throw the knife.

"So where do you want me to aim or throw it at?"

Phil thinks for a moment then has an idea. He then summons an apple and puts it on top of his head.

"I want you to aim for the apple on my-"

Phil didn't even get to finish his sentence as the night guard threw his knife, hitting the apple.

"Or you could just do that without warning me first, that's also okay."

"Well, if someone attacks you, they won't give you a heads up that they will attack you, they will attack you as fast as they can before you can process what is happening."

"Really, I didn't know that." Phil scoffed.

"Couldn't expect much from a god that has been turned to stone for many many years."

Phil sighed at that comment, then he started wondering something.

"Where did he learn how to throw the knife with good aim?"

They both continued on their walk around the museum.

There was silence between them, Phil's curiosity got the better of him though.

"If you don't mind me asking, where did you learn how to throw your knife?"

Phil looked at the guard, and he looked like he was hesitating.

"Why would I tell you the person's name? You may be a god but that doesn't mean I trust you immediately. You gotta make me believe that I can trust you, otherwise, I'm not saying shit."

"Well, can you tell me your name at least?"

"Didn't you literally hear me, I'm not saying shit."

"How come you get to know my name but I can't know of yours?"

The guard gave Phil a "are you shitting me?" look.

"I mean, you and the other two gods are quite famous."

Phil sighed, that is reasonable for the guard to know his name.

The guard stopped for a second, also stopping Phil.

Before Phil could process what made the guard stop, he took his knife out and threw it behind them.

The knife disappeared in the dark, before the sound of the knife hitting its target was heard.

"Well, now that's something I didn't expect to happen." A british voice said.

His son soon came out of the darkness, revealing that the knife was in his shoulder.

"Well, maybe next time you should follow us in a more sneakier way." The guard said.

Then he went up to Wilbur and took the knife off his shoulder.

Phil heard Wilbur wince a bit from the guard taking the knife out of his shoulder.

"Where did you even learn how to detect sound and throw a knife like that?"

The guard turned to Wilbur and he saw his son shiver.

"Why not find that out yourself Mister "I've been tricked and turned to stone"?"

Then the guard turned back to Phil and started to walk away from them.

Phil turned to Wilbur, who had a blank face.

Then Wilbur turned to Phil, "Dad, what's his name?"

Phil shrugged, "I don't know, he said and I quote, "You may be a god but that doesn't mean I trust you immediately. You gotta make me believe that I can trust you, otherwise, I'm not saying shit.", you can try and guess his name but I think he would deny every name you can think of."

"Even if I say his actual name?"

"Even if you say his actual name."

Both of the gods sighed, maybe Techno would have better luck with the night guard.

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Techno wasn't having any luck with the night guard at all.

Sure, he was watching the night guard from the corners, making sure he didn't do anything that might endanger him and the other two gods.

Not that any harm can be done to the gods since they won't be able to feel pain but Techno doesn't want to risk any chances.

So far, he knows barely anything but that the guard can throw his knife, he has very good hearing, and that he is barely an adult.

The last info was the only thing that was new that the other two didn't know about.

Plus he wasn't going to easily give up that type of info to either Phil or Wilbur.

The guard's phone rings.

"Hello?"

"......"

"I'm doing good Tubbo, how are you and Ranboo doing?"

"......"

"Hmmm, things have been going alright at my job, just saying that it gives me Five Night's at Freddy's vibes."

"Five Night's at Freddy's? What is that? And why is it even called that?" Techno thought, all these questions came up to his head.

"Tubbo....Why?"

"......"

"When I come home, I am going to take away Ranboo's spaghetti and hide it somewhere where he won't be able to see it again."

"......"

"Don't think you're off the hook yet Tubbo, I think you know what I'm gonna do when I get home."

"......"

"Don't pull the "I'm older" bullshit, may I remind you who out of the three of us, doesn't have a job yet?"

"......"

"Fuck you too big man." The guard then tapped on a red button.

The guard continued to walk around the so-called museum.

Techno kept a frown on his face.

Ever since him and his two companions have been turned to stone, he has held a strong grudge towards the mortals.

And now that there is a mortal around the three gods, Techno takes the duty of watching the mortals every move.

The mortal seems to be prepared to protect himself due to him seeing the guard throwing the knife twice.

Techno mentally sighed, so far, his only duty for now is to watch over the night guard.

As much as he really doesn't want to do it, he would be a better choice than Wilbur since he would literally torture the mortal non stop to fill his need for revenge.

At least he now had new information about the guard.

He could share that info with Phil at least, Wil.....

Wilbur is out of the question from telling him the info.

He looked around the room that both him and the guard are in.

It looked to be a room filled with tons of ancient art.

Techno heard a sound being played.

He looked at the guard, the sound growing louder as Techno got a bit closer to the guard.

He realized that the guard was humming.

"Was the mortal that bored?" Techno thought to himself.

The humming made Techno relax a bit, not because he liked it, it was just relaxing to hear.

In fact, the humming was so relaxing that he could turn off his invisibility and fall on the guard to sleep.

Techno didn't even realize that he did what he thought he wouldn't do and fell on top of the night guard, turned off his invisibility and fell asleep on him.

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I hope you guys liked the second part. If you want to send an ask about this au, you are more then welcomed to.

Sorry if the ending seemed a bit lazy.

I also need help with the name of the au, if you have a few suggestions, pls share.

If I missed anything to add to the warnings, please tell me.

#tiny!tommy #tiny!phil #tiny!wilbur #tiny!techno #g/t #g/t writing #g/t mcyt #mentioned character #It's both Ranboo and Tubbo but Ranboo is just mentioned in a phone call and Tubbo is speaking to Tommy through his phone #Giant God Statues au

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Alolan Dusk 3

[A storm had been brewing over the course of the day, and the rain finally came pouring down with a surprising chill. Steam rises from the sun-heated pavement as it pelts hard enough to dissipate into a low fog.

Kukui didn't mind the rain normally, but tonight he can't shake the feeling he's not alone. He stops beneath the streetlight, scanning the area carefully for what lay out there in the empty Hau'oli streets. A soft glimmer of static catches his attention, appearing like a set of eyes before it vanishes into the night. As he tried to focus on it, a flash of lightning split the sky and betrayed the creature! A glint shows the outline of the metallic form as it fled. No creature he recognized, but a form that fit the description of something he had come to know all too well. He has to go after it!]

???:

Professor!!!

Kukui:

[Freezes and whips around to see where it came from. As the thunder rolls, he almost wonders if he imagined it. Tries to shield his eyes from the rain to get a better look but all he can see is someone with a flowing coat underneath an approaching umbrella] Hey! Who's there?!

???:

[comes into the frame of light and raises the umbrella to cover them both.] I'm so glad I managed to find you! You must forgive me, it's been a long time. [Smiles warmly] I was one of your former students and I had hoped-

Kukui:

[Flashes him a wide grin.] Ilima, it hasn't been THAT long! Just took me a moment, I hardly recognize you.

Ilima:

[Solemnly] Yes, well, a lot can change in a few years. [He gazes over the empty streets, how dark it is now with only a handful of lights still on among the buildings.] I'd hardly recognize Hau'oli City like this. It feels like a ghost town.

Kukui:

Eh, not quite. Just given the pattern we've seen, we try not to do much after dark if we can. Why don't we head for my place, and we can talk more where it's dry? [claps him on the shoulder heartily as they share the umbrella] So what brings ya back here? I figured being part of the Interpol would have had you halfway across the world by now.

Ilima:

[Soft laugh as they start walking] I'm still just a fledgling as far as that goes. But, as they say, there's always that one case that hits just too close to home to let go.

Kukui:

[Stops. Somewhat sternly] Ilima, I told you and Roark to back out of this after what happened to Hau.

Ilima:

[Also stops once he realizes his old mentor isn't following and looks back at him. States rather bluntly] Out of hunting, sir. But I'm in a new position now that has afforded me the resources to learn far more about this monster than you can.

Kukui:

[Hmph. Hands at his waist as he stares him down.] Oh yeah? And how did that work out for the agents who were sent here before you?

Ilima:

[Slightly taken back by his tone.] That's a bit cold of you.

Kukui:

[Eases up a bit as he didn't mean to offend him.] Just the truth, good buddy. You said so yourself you're just a newbie, and so far this thing has been able to take out anyone from Team Skull to the Elite Four. I know you're a skilled Trainer. Fine. I know you're an adult. But I don't wanna hear that another one of my kids got hurt. Yeah?

Ilima:

[Nods as that seemed more like the professor he knew.] Yeah. [As the lightning crosses the sky again, he gives a wary glance at the nearby rooftop where it appeared to strike. Probably just some Electric rodents. Could be… something else. Maybe Kukui had him all nervous now, but it seemed best to keep moving. Clears throat as he starts down the road again.] If it makes you feel any better, my mission here is simply to help in making arrangements. I've some grave news to deliver from headquarters. I just got through at Quips's place, and I ended up missing you at the lab. And I was honestly debating if I should try to get to Akala tonight or wait out the storm until morning.

Kukui:

[Warmly] Well, I'm here now. What kind of bad news you got?

Ilima:

[Listlessly gives the umbrella a twirl, shaking off the water as he thinks how to say it.] I'm not sure how aware of things you really are, but from an outside perspective, things are looking very grim. I have to ask… given that several people you've been close to have been taken by this madness, why do you continue to stay?

Kukui:

[Wry amusement as it feels obvious.] Not everyone can afford to leave, Ilima.

Ilima:

[Thoughtful] Of course not. But you can. Between you and your wife's positions, you're a lot better off than your humble living would suggest.

Kukui:

Hey! Are you calling me cheap? [Smile fades to concern as Ilima isn't laughing. In fact, he seems half lost in his own worries right now.] Ilima. …I know things are pretty bad right now, but I've got a lot of people who look up to me and depend on me. I can't just up and leave them. [Sticks his hands in his pockets as they move at more of a stroll.] And Alola… I don't know, it means everything to me. More than just my home. Call it a duty, loyalty, [heh] an insanity, I like to travel but I don't think I'd have the heart to abandon her even at a time like this.

Ilima:

[Tightens his grip on the handle as it feels wrong to ask.] Even if everyone else left?

Kukui:

…What do you mean?

Ilima:

We're being asked to evacuate. [Raises a hand as he can see the man about to protest] Not my call, but as you so delicately put it earlier, the situation is looking more and more dire. From a mere stats perspective, the business and tourism here is drying up. Outside help has only led to more casualties, and even if the number of humans-turned-monsters has dropped significantly, there's been an increase in wild Pokemon who've become Shadows. Which just shows that even if we were to say the Beast is slowing down, we don't know that. Wild Pokemon are harder to track, and their aggressive behavior is harder to determine if it's just territorial or deranged until a Trainer is injured. And… [shifts a bit uncomfortably] While it's entirely up to all of you, this is going to be the final offer. Once I leave, no one else is coming. Alola will be left to figure this out on its own. [He stops beneath a new streetlamp as he waits to see the professor's reaction.] The reason my superiors decided to send me was because they hoped the people of Alola would be more willing to listen to one of their own. Someone painfully aware of what they've gone through.

Kukui:

[That's… a lot to take in. And while he would argue that it's not as bad as it may seem to those on the outside, it was hard to deny the fear overtaking their little islands. Some kids were forgoing the trials altogether now for safety concerns. Not only from this mind altering menace, but Ilima was right about there being more Shadows now than they could count. And not just kids, but the adults were getting scared too. Unable to counter him, his mind drifts back to the earlier comment.] There's still a lot of people here. How could we possibly move everyone even if they wanted to go?

Ilima:

[Soft hum for thought. Not so much about the method as the enormity of the task.] We've been in touch with the Aether Foundation during much of the investigation as they seem to have a much clearer idea of what we're dealing with. And it's the very reason why they sailed that man-made island of theirs clear out of the region. Miss Lillie even admitted they half-hoped the monster, this "Necrozma" as they call it, would have followed them out when they did. And there's still some concerns about the danger they'll be in if they-

Kukui:

You're dodging the question.

Ilima:

[He would argue it's all related, but the man has a point. Takes a deep breath.] Aether Paradise is a floating city. They're on their way back here, sailing with barely more than a skeleton crew to make room, and have promised to take anyone on board who has no means to get out otherwise. Given your history with the family, I'm sure you and Burnet would be more than welcome to come and help them. Not only with the people, but you two have some valuable knowledge and experience to help with their research as well.

Kukui:

[Lillie… It was impossible to imagine what her and her brother had already been through, and already having so much responsibility. And now to attempt a stunt like this? She really was something. Just shakes his head.]

Ilima:

[Uneasy at the long pause] Would you at least consider it?

Kukui:

Of course I'll help. It'd be ridiculous not to after all that. Sounds like you've got a lot on your shoulders too, yeah. [Leans down a little to peek at the young man hiding beneath the shade] Hey. [puts a hand on his shoulder again, this time more gently] It's gonna be okay. My offer still stands. Why don't we get to the lab, since we're already halfway there, and we can start making plans.

Ilima:

Then you'll come?

Kukui:

[Straightens up] Not sure yet. But if they're leaving it up to you, there's no way we're letting you try to do this alone. Just like there's no way I'm letting you try to go sailing while the winds are up. Besides! It'll give us some time to catch up on other things.

Ilima: [True, he had actually half thought of just staying at his old house for the night before their meeting got him turned around. Casting a glance back, the road seems so long and dark to cross town alone on a night like this. Back to Kukui] Might as well.

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A/N: Not much to say on this one. I will say it wasn't my idea that Ilima ended up joining the Interpol when he grew up, but it's pretty funny how there's even a hidden event in USUM where you find him playing detective after a Pokemon stole his stuff since the police are useless in the situation.

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#twitch plays pokemon #Alolan Dusk #professor kukui #Captain Ilima #Horror #Mystery #story

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coldhvrt16 · 3 years

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Break My Back, Not My Heart(Pt1)

Loki x Reader

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Nicknames(pet, good girl, etc.), Smut, angst, choking kink, Lies (From the God of Lies himself) and a slight Cliffhanger.

A/n: Okay in case you don't know Sigyn is Loki's wife in Norse Mythology. I may follow this up with a part two later on. Once again I apologize for this.

Summary: You and Loki are engaged, your alone for a night in the Tower together, what was meant to be a sweaty, romantic night, takes a sharp turn in the wring Direction.

Word Count: 1.3k

(I love his face!!!!)

"And I care why? No. I said have it done."

"I don't care. I hired you for this reason."

"I am two weeks away from my wedding. You had the list of things to do. As my official planner you should get it done and if not. No pay."

"Alright, thank you so much Adrienne!"

"Alright m'bye"

You sit at your work desk typing a frenzy when you feel the cold stare of someone from the doorway.

"I don't have muck time Loke if your coming to say hi might wanna hurry up."

"Excuse me Miss but where is this attitude coming from. I don't like it." Loki stalks to you pressing his large hands onto your shoulders starting to work out the tension.

"Well I am sorry Your highness, I have a wedding to pull off. OUR wedding. So I'm a little stressed okay?"

" I just came to tell you I'm cooking tonight. So we aren't going out. We also have the tower to ourself so, nobody is here to bother us." He added obviously flirting but you were too caught up in choosing wither Pansys or Petunias would be a better choice you didn't even retain what he was saying.

"Y/n L/n, are you even listening to me."

"Oh course dear, sounds good" you reply mechanically.

Loki swivels your chair and grips your throat not too tight but enough to catch your attention.

"I guess I'll just have to fuck the attitude out of you then. See how much of a brat you are after I make you my little cum slut." He growls into your ear.

"Loki, baby. I'm sorry" you weren't scared but you also wanted to walk in the morning.

" Can I please just finish up. We can finish this" you run your hand down his fit, black button up covered, torso. "After dinner"

He sighed and muttered somethings out you trying to take charge. And he's in control, but you control him.

You love being his pet. Live for him to take care of you, fuck you senseless, but you also are your own person, your independent, it's what he first found so appealing about you. He always respects your boundaries.

An hour passes and your phone buzzes on the table beside your laptop

You lift it to ready the text

*Future Husband*- Dinner is finished. Hope your hungry....;)

You smirk at the cheeky message and shut your laptop, you finally made the last of the pre wedding day arrangements, time to spoil, more like get spoiled, by your man. Your God.

You step into the dining room, no Loki or food. You go into the kitchen and you spot the food, but you also spot Loki, stark naked, pouring wine.

"Hey my Queen, I made your favorite, Tika Masala and rice. And I brought dessert." He winked. Your face flushes and quickly you feel less hungry for dinner and more so for dessert.

"Lo-" he cuts you off.

"Sit. Now. Eat, and drink your whole cup of water. Or you may just have to sleep without dessert, understood pet?"

"Yes sir" you shake your head.

He brings your your plate and you go to sit at the table, before you do, you feel a tingle sensation around you and look down to find Loki has dissipated your clothing. So your both in the kitchen, at Stark tower, naked.

You whine a little to complain, but are met with reprimanding tsks.

"You should watch it and be My good girl."

"Yes Daddy."

Then you sit down and eat. Rather quickly.

"Y/n drink your water." Loki states.

"But I'm full and I can't." You whine.

"If your full then You don't need me to fill you up. So I guess we can go to bed after this and just sleep."

You whine as he smirks at you. You down the rest of the water.

"Daddy can You carry me to our room. I want you there tonight. Please" as much as it thrills you to have Sex on every surface in the tower, you just want the intimacy of your shared bed.

"Yes my love, if that will make you more comfortable."

You stand and walk to him he stands and lifts you effortlessly.

When you make it to your room it's like both of you just become primal. Your instincts and urges to be one take over.

Loki kisses you rough and deep hiking you together souls intertwining he moves his mouth down to your breasts being careful and deliberate. He then moves his long fingers down your body, he loved every inch of you, every roll, scar, stretch mark, every freckle, and everything you once saw as a flaw, he just sees you.

One night he spent 3 hours kissing you and telling you how beautiful you are to him. It took years for him to let his walls down for you, but every hour you spent crying or screaming because he wasn't open with you, was worth only a few moments of his tender love, his soft side, your Loki, the man, the God you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

But gentle was the last thing on either of your mins when he ran his hard cock through your wet folds before thrusting into you bottoming out. You scream out in pleasure, the feeling of his vainy girth moving in and out of you was too much to bear.

When you arch your back, he slams his hand down on your hip holding you down into the bed.

suddenly with no warning he lifted both your legs over your shoulder reaching not just your g spot, but every possible sensitive place.

"Oh Gods, Loki, so good." You yell out.

"Thats right baby, only for you, all for you." He grunts

Your both inching closer to your climax, you feel that coil tighten in your belly, right as you feel yourself clenching around his Godly cock, Loki yells out too.

"Sigyn, yes come for me." You stop moving. All arousal vanishes.

"What?!" you yell trying to push the man off you

"Who the FUCK is Sigyn?!" "Who is she Loki."

"What are you talking about, fuck, whats your problem?"

"You yelled another womans name Loki." You try not to, but tears start falling from your eyes.

"Pull out of me please, I cant. Just please."

"Darling, Sigyn is not a person, It is an Asgardian term, meaning Victorious partner. It is a complement, please calm down."

"Oh" You breathe out. "Im sorry, Im just so stressed I-" You dont finish your sentence because he cuts you off.

"Its okay. I understand.Do you wish to finish or do you want to rest?" he asked still in you, stroking your hair.

"Lets rest." You say still shaken up from the thought of him with someone else.

"Okay" He says pulling out and wrapping your body in his own.

You don't sleep much that night. And when you research "sigyn" the next day, you don't sleep for months.

#loki fanfic #loki x sigyn #loki x reader #loki #smut #loki smut #angst #part 1 #new series #avengers tower #lady sigyn #cheater Loki

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ameliterature · 3 years

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Neil and Todd Jealousy POV (Yes, there's more)

Charlie POV | Cameron POV

Neil was an only child and this obviously came with minor character flaws. Not only was he given all of the attention by his parent (even if it was the bad kind) Neil never really had to share anything.

Not that he didn't want to share. He just never had many opportunities to, with the lack of siblings and all. The closest he had to a sibling was Charlie. Unlike Neil, Charlie would share everything with him because he had so much to give. Was it the fact that Charlie's family was rich and that he has at least 3 of each item? Maybe, but Charlie was sure to share what he had with his best friend.

Another thing Neil "the Welton Golden boy" Perry had as a flaw was that he simultaneously wore his heart on his sleeve and yet always tried to hide his feelings. Case in point: when Charlie made a move on Todd.

Now, it's only been roughly 2 semesters since they've known Todd Anderson. Neil had the gracious chance to be his roommate, so in some way, it was like having another best friend aside from Charlie. But what he felt for Todd was vastly different from his friendship with Charlie. Something about the way Todd smiled at him, something about the way he makes sarcastic remarks, something about the way they shared glances between each other every now and then.

Neil was completely enthralled by Todd. Some might say to the point of being possessive. Neil would say protective because Todd was the kind of person who needed to be kept safe. Todd wasn't good at standing up for himself, he wasn't good at speaking the same way he wrote poems. Neil took it upon himself to be the one to make Todd feel the included. He had to be included, he had to be where Neil was.

Thankfully the whole Dead Poet Society thing worked out well, Neil was surprised how well Todd was integrated into the group. They even spent Christmas break as a group with Todd. Things were going great between him and Todd, Neil couldn't ask for more than to share his experiences with Todd.

But one night, a regular ole Study group session, something caught Neil's eyes. Todd was helping Knox out with some love poem, obviously meant for Chris, and he could hear the contents of the poem.

"Hymns from above casted when you're near

Heaven's light shine atop a golden-haired angel

My heart's full of whims and vivid dreams

but in your presence they're obligations I hold close

Be mine and I'll keep your heart guarded

Because mine is with yours, unthwarted."

Neil hears Todd recite their draft poem, hearing it as if it were meant for him to hear. His own golden-haired angel was biting the end of his pencil as Knox was scribbling the rest of the poem. Neil catches himself staring just before Todd looks up at him so he brings his attention back to the trigonometry problem he was answering with Cameron.

He couldn't concentrate on sine, cosine, and tangents at the moment, not when Todd's hand is in his peripheral view; all perfect with it's blemishes and tapping to an imaginary beat. Every so often, he'd steal a glance at Todd's eyes, darting back and forth from his paper to Knox's. He'd be jealous of any pupil Todd would eventually have if he became an English teacher. To be consulted with his sweet voice, to be seated by him as he explains anything, to be taught how to express feelings he wasn't sure how to jot down.

Oh have Todd's untampered attention.

"Hey Todd," Charlie's voice resonates across their small table. Neil accidentally shot his eyes to his friend's direction without skipping a beat. "Mind helping me out with a poem too?"

Since when did Charlie ever ask for help from Todd? Not that he wasn't allowed to or anything, Todd was the right person for this task but-- Something about it wasn't sitting right with Neil.

What wasn't a surprise was Todd's hesitant acceptance. He watched as Todd moved over to Charlie's right hand side and Neil felt his back become warm. It wasn't just his back, his guts turned into an unrested sea, and his eyebrows twitched, trying to avoid a scowl.

"What do you wanna write about?"

"I wanna write about Love." Neil saw Charlie lean forward to look Todd deep into his eyes; for a moment, he thought he saw Todd blush. Neil didn't like Todd showing that expression to someone else, or at least someone like Charlie.

"S-So... We'll use cosine to get X--" Cameron muttered, snapping Neil back to his assignment. He looked at the blurred numbers and symbols, trying to remember what the other problem was.

"Right, cosine-"

Just before dinner, Neil catches up with Todd to walk with him to the dining hall.

"So," Neil started, not exactly sure where to lead the conversation to. "I guess it's spaghetti and meatballs again, huh?"

Todd pushed out a chuckle in response. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Neil had Todd to himself for a tiny moment, for a stupid one-liner too, but it felt like he was in Cloud nine. Todd's calm expression was all he could ask for, paired with his blue eyes looking back at him.

When they reached their table, they assumed their usual spots, Neil being on the left side of the table and Todd on the other. However, Charlie decided to change up the seating arrangement and sat beside Todd instead of him.

There's that funny feeling again. Neil's stomach was nothing but a pit that resembled a deep well without a bucket, nothing to retrieve and remove the sludge that was forming in it. He hated how Todd was so responsive to Charlie's words, how Charlie was so capable of making Todd blush, he hated the sight of Todd rubbing elbows with Charlie as they ate. Neil wasn't sure why he was feeling this way, why he even thought something innocent between Charlie and Todd could make him so agitated. It could all be his imagination.

When Todd left for the bathroom, Neil decided to interrogate his best friend.

"Hey Charlie, why the sudden change of seating arrangement? Thought I was your cute best friend." He tried to sound like his usual self.

"Well, I'm trying to get closer to Todd."

"W-what? Why?" Neil felt his voice crack, much like his confidence.

"I dunno, he's pretty cute. Don't you agree?"

"I--" Neil felt his whole body stiffen, his hand tightened it's pressure on his spoon like a clamp.

"I'm thinking of asking him out soon. No one else seems interested." Neil saw it, he saw Charlie smirk. Neil's emotions became unreasonably irrational, they became unhinged and even if he tried to hide it, they were all bubbling to the surface. Charlie had everything already, he and Neil shared everything before this, but for some reason, Neil couldn't share Todd with someone like Charlie.

"Oh hi, Todd! Welcome back" Neil glares at Charlie while he greets Todd.

"What did I miss?" Todd asks innocently, still taking his seat beside Charlie.

As Charlie began his sentence, Neil cuts him off. "Nothing-" Todd shifts his eyes to share eye contact with Neil. "By the way, we should head back to our room, I need help with my poems." Neil's last attempt of gaining the upper hand on Charlie failed when Charlie brought up his and Todd's prior arrangement.

Neil didn't get it. What did Charlie have that he didn't? Or better yet, what does Charlie not possess yet that he would try to make the moves on Todd?? Neil hated this feeling- this vicious vine-like feeling trapping him. Was it... Jealousy?

Neil's never had much of a reason to be jealous about someone before. He's only been jealous of people who were freer than him-- people like Charlie. Was he jealous of Charlie in that regard? That he could proudly express what he felt for Todd and Neil couldn't? He guessed that was the difference. Charlie did have everything; down to the personality that could make Todd fall for him.

Neil was in Meeks' dorm room, resigning himself in defeat like a pathetic loser he thought he was.

All Neil could do was blankly stare into the shine of the wires that coiled around parts of their machine. A brief knock on their door broke his trance- It was Cameron.

“Do you guys mind if I hang out here? I’m just gonna do my reviewers for a bit.”

“Sure, no problem.” Meeks nods, still measuring out some amount of wires.

“Wait, how come you’re not studying in your room?” Neil questioned,

Cameron took a moment to respond. “Charlie… he wanted to focus on his homework with Todd… Alone.”

This was the last straw for Neil, the final push that made him stand up for once. He couldn't bury his jealousy anymore, he had to confront Charlie.

He left his friends to march his way to Charlie's room. He wasted no time when asking Charlie about his motives.

"Well hello, Perry! What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Quit it-" Neil cuts him off. "Are you serious about Todd?"

"... What?"

"I- I'm asking if you're really interested in Todd?"

Maybe this was all a trick, maybe Neil was just being jealous, maybe Charlie was playing a cruel joke on Neil and he had to shake it out of him.

"Yes." Charlie's expression was ripe with confidence.

With that, Neil felt his world shatter. What was he doing? Was he gonna fight his friend over his feelings for Todd? Was he gonna deny Todd of someone as fun and as romantic as Charlie? Charlie's given so much to Neil and the way he was acting was nothing short of being selfish.

If Charlie really liked Todd, then Todd would be lucky. If Todd would return those feelings, Charlie would be the luckiest man to ever live.

Neil had nothing to offer to Todd that Charlie couldn't top. Neil felt his bitter feelings turn into catharsis, accepting that Todd's better off sharing his moments with Charlie than him.

"T-then... Please take care of him, okay?" Neil buckled his shoulders.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"If you ever hurt Todd-- You're a dead man, got it?" Neil's eyes were like daggers, piercing right at Charlie's own brown eyes.

"R-right..."

Neil figured he had to leave, he couldn't bear to see Todd and Charlie exchanging looks. But this of course wasn't the case. A knock echoed in the room.

When he opened the door, Todd was right there, his beautiful eyes staring up at Neil will a quizzical expression.

Neil assumed that Charlie would most likely profess his love to those eyes, and that knowledge broke Neil's heart.

"Sorry Todd, looks like I'm gonna have to move our study session for now. I think Neil needs your help more. Right, Neil?" Charlie spoke, catching Neil's bewildered expression.

"I'm sure he's got something more important than mine anyway."

Neil looks at Charlie and Todd, bouncing a confused face between them. He sees Charlie's wink before Todd guides Neil out of the room.

Todd sighs as he returns to his room with Neil, his sweaty hands in the midst of sticking to his papers.

How did he end up in this situation?

How could he explain the entire day?

It all started when he told Charlie about his crush on Neil in private. All he wanted was advice from the best friend of his crush and nothing more.

"Glad you came to me, Toddsie!" Charlie pats him on the back excitedly.

Todd didn't like how enthusiastic Charlie was being in this situation, though he was grateful Charlie immediately accepted him for coming out.

"I know exactly how to make him fall in love with you!"

"L-look Charlie, I'm not trying to get Neil to like me! I just-- I just wanted to know how to deal with all these feelings I'm having."

All these feelings- Todd's had these "feelings" ever since Neil shook his hand for the first time in the courtyard. He's never met someone as perfect as Neil. Yeah, he had Father Issues, impulsive actions, even the tendency to make weird noises (but he found those the cutest) and yet Neil made Todd's world move.

Neil's laughter, Neil's smile, the stolen glances he catches Neil casting his direction-- It was all Todd sought after in his recent days at Welton.

"Oh please, Todd, those 'feelings' are straight up love from what I hear. We just have to know if Neil feels the same way!"

"We don't even know if he's interested in men! Charlie- What am I supposed to do?" Todd buried his face into his hands.

"Don't worry, I'll find out a way to not only check if he swings that way, but I can guarantee I can get him to return your feelings."

"That-- That doesn't make any sense, Charlie." Todd wasn't able to question his friend any longer as they dashed into the study hall.

The Study group went on as usual, Todd assisting Knox with his poem for Chris, Meeks and Pitts building a contraption he was sure was the Radio Mark II, and Neil, Cameron and Charlie trying to answer some trigonometry homework.

What didn't help was Neil being directly in front of him. Todd could see Neil in his glasses, unabashedly handsome and very distracting. Todd would try his best to help Knox with his poem but Todd's eyes would linger onto Neil's perfectly "framed" face.

He then hears Charlie call him over. At first, Todd didn't think much of it, but he soon regrets ever telling Charlie of his crush on Neil.

The whole evening, Charlie tried to make Neil jealous without planning it out with Todd first. If Todd had at least known, he wouldn't have been trying picture Neil in Charlie's place as some sort of "method acting" to go along with this scheme. When dinner began, Charlie took Cameron's spot for 'maximum efficiency'. It didn't help when Charlie called him "cute" in front of Neil. Would Neil agree? Would Neil even describe a guy to be cute? Would Todd be able to enjoy his spaghetti and meatballs without Charlie's arm around him?

Todd decided that he should excuse himself to the bathroom for compose himself. (And to evade the plethora of compliments Charlie showered him with.)

When it came from Charlie, it felt like a joke, like a friendly description, really, than an actual compliment. Then Todd thinks if they came from Neil... then those words would make him swoon.

Would Neil even fall for this type of trick? Was it even right to trick Neil like this? Would Neil be even okay with the idea of Todd being in a relationship in with a man? He wasn't even sure if Neil would accept Todd's feelings, let alone feel jealous of Charlie.

As Todd approached their table, he's immediately greeted by Charlie.

"What did I miss?"

"Well Todd--" "Nothing." Neil cuts of Charlie with a serious tone.

Oh no... did Neil find out? Did Charlie rat him out already?

"By the way, we should head back to our room, I need help with my poems." Neil looks up at Todd with an expression that is both deadpan and attractive to him, Todd had no other choice but to accept.

"What? Todd, I thought you'd help me out?" Charlie pouts. "I did ask first." Todd didn't want to miss his opportunity to be with Neil, especially not when he looks at him like that. But Todd looks back at Charlie, raising his eyebrows as if to say "Just go along with it."

Todd was reluctant, of course, he didn't want to perpetuate fooling Neil in any way, but he wasn't sure if Neil had anything to return at all. They were always alone after all, nothing would be stripped away if he spent one evening in Charlie's room to make Neil jealous.

"Right, sorry, Neil. I'll go back to our room after I help out Charlie." Todd replied with a pained expression hidden behind his face.

That evening, when he approached Charlie's room, he hears Neil's voice muffling through. Todd wished had the will to listen in but he assumed it wouldn't be his business if it was said behind closed doors. He took another moment before knocking on Charlie's door.

Neil opens the door for Todd, their eyes meeting briefly, like a celestial occurrence that Todd took note of. Have they always been this brown?

"Hi Todd!" Charlie greets him, breaking him from Neil's gaze.

"Hey Charlie, Hi Neil."

He was expecting Charlie to pull another stunt to make Neil's brown eyes angry, but instead both his and Neil's eyes lifted in surprise when Charlie told him Neil needed his help more.

Did they come to some agreement?

And Todd could've sworn Charlie was winking at Neil... or was it at him?

All these questions didn't matter when they were alone in their room.

Their chests rattled like cages, their hearts ready to jump out at any moment.

Neil bit his lip as Todd took a seat by his desk.

"S-so Neil..." Todd muttered, "Can I ask you something? B-before I help you with your poem..."

"Oh- Yeah, sure."

"What do you think of... of men dating each other?"

Neil lets out a tiny cough. "W- Excuse me?"

"Do you think... it's ok? For two guys to like each other?"

Neil wasn't sure how to respond, was Todd telling him that he liked Charlie? Was Neil too late? Did he miss his chance to tell Todd what he really felt?

"I-- I guess it's alright," Neil answered, slumping his shoulders down in defeat. If he was gonna lose Todd to Charlie, he might as well be supportive. "But- you have to make sure it's the right person." Neil wasn't going down without a fight though.

Todd's face brightened with Neil's response. So 1 part of his query is answered; Neil is ok with the idea of men liking each other. Now it's the question of Neil's feelings for Todd.

"I-If someone, a guy, liked you, how would you feel?" Todd stood up, turning to face Neil. Both of them were by their desks, like two sturdy posts defending their base. Todd awaited Neil’s response with the anticipation akin to a war officer in a meeting room.

"I... would really only prefer it from one guy." Neil took a step forward, with the courage of a powerful Chesspiece during an endgame.

Todd took note of this, mimicking his step, this time walking a bit closer to Neil with his hands in his pockets. "Y-yeah? Who?"

Neil noted this feeling being similar to a spelling bee, like spelling out a complicated word letter by letter, taking a breath to make sure the next thing he was about to say was exactly what the world wanted him to say.

"You, Todd. It's always going to be you."

Todd looks up at Neil, who's now inches away from him from, fully realizing their slight height difference. "I'd say the same for you."

"I hope... I'm not... taking you away from Charlie-" Neil slowly brings his hand to sweep Todd’s hair aside to see his eyes better.

Todd snickers slightly, catching Neil by surprise. "Neil... You don't have to worry about Charlie. I don't have any feelings for him."

"But-" Neil looks concerned, feeling like he betrayed Charlie. "He... He likes you. Todd, I--"

"Is that what he told you? Neil... I hope you won't be angry when I tell you he's been pulling your leg."

Neil jerks his head backwards. "What?"

"I.. Just promise you won't be angry okay?" Todd had to come clean, he couldn’t handle Neil thinking badly of him if he never admitted Charlie's plan. Neil nods before Todd reveals Charlie’s idiotic scheme to get them together by means of tomfoolery.

Neil sighs with a smile, leaning forward to rest on Todd's shoulder. Todd was still getting used to the fact Neil's VERY close right now.

"Well, you guys did a pretty good job of making me extremely jealous." Neil laughs a bit. He was in relief that he didn't need to compete with Charlie.

"I'm... I'm really sorry, Neil. I told him I just wanted advice." Todd looks down with embarrassment.

Neil tilts Todd’s chin up with his hand, bringing his face up to look at him. "You're gonna have to make up for it, y'know?"

Todd’s face simmered under Neil's touch. "I know."

Todd learned that Neil was a Jealous type of guy, not the type to be possessive, but definitely the type to mope around rather than steal someone else's love interest.

Luckily for Neil, he already had Todd’s heart to begin with.

Neil wasn’t used to sharing, but he and Todd shared their first kiss that night. That's a compromise he was willing to do.

Bonus:

Knox, Meeks and Pitts POV:

4 of their friends (the roommates) getting paired up in one night made them:

Thanks again to @sweettodd for that one post that spawn all these POVs haha

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rendevousz · 3 years

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not a lonely birthday

teen!actress!reader x platonic!jeremy renner

brief reader x marvel cast

req by @maximeevansblog : The reader (me ) is dating jeremy renner its the readers birtday, and jeremy renner spoiling her, taking to the hair salon and to the nail salon , and the trows a party for her, and he asks her to marry him, and a couple months later the reader is asked to been on say yes to the dress and alot of fluff please (i'm so sorry i couldn't write your exact request. i added the other cast too but it's still mainly jeremy renner so i hope you enjoy this still)

summary: you thought you were gonna have to spend your birthday alone but jeremy had other plans.

word count: 3296

note: i told her i couldn't really write romance because my blog is mainly teen!reader and she said i could just turn it into an x teen!reader so i did. i mean, i can write a non teen!reader but it probably won't be anytime soon so i'm not taking requests that aren't x teen!reader as of now <33

"are you sure you'll be okay?"

"yes, mum, i'll be fine here. i've been doing fine for the past two and a half months, what's another week without you guys gonna do to me?" you told your mother on the phone, rolling your eyes at her excessive, unnecessary worrying.

"we're so sorry about this, sweetheart," you heard your dad speak and you figured he must've been listening the whole time. your mum must've had it on speaker since the beginning of the phone call.

"you shouldn't have to spend your birthday all alone. i promise we'll make it up to you, honey." your mother spoke again and you groaned. "i keep telling you that it's fine. and what do you take me for, a loner? i've got the others here, mum, i'll be fine." you told her, a smile ghosting over your lips at how concerned she is of you.

your birthday was coming in two days and having a whole movie to film meant that you weren't allowed to leave the country for just a weekend to celebrate it with your family. so, they worked around your schedule and planned a trip to visit. unfortunately, your idiot of a brother managed to get himself into a skating accident and had to be hospitalised, affecting their whole plan of coming to celebrate your 18th birthday with you. well, not on the day of your birthday, at least.

"i'll make sure sarah'll bring you out to celebrate, okay? i'm so sorry about this, y/n." you could practically hear the pout in her voice and you held back the urge to tell her off for profusely apologising, you didn't want to receive a beating when she finally arrives here.

"i'll be fine, mum," you whined. "as i said, i'll be filming on my birthday too so i'll at least be with the cast then. it's never a dull day with them. and i'll be waiting for your gift from sarah on my birthday." you teased her. you knew she had a habit of getting birthday gifts way too early. for once, she was grateful for that because she had given sarah—your manager and also a family friend— your birthday present for her to safe-keep in case anything like this happened and she couldn't give it to you on your birthday.

"i'll give you permission to whack your brother once we come." your dad tells you seriously and you laughed. "thanks, dad. i'll be sure to remember it. anyways, i have to get back on set soon. i'll talk to you guys when i can?"

"of course, honey. have fun on set!" your parents bid you goodbye and you hung up with an adoring smile on your face. you missed your family and having been able to hear your parents' voices for a mere five minutes was enough to cure it for even just a little bit. sure, you were disappointed that you weren't going to get to spend your birthday with them but spending it doing what you love—acting— with the people, aside from your family and friends from home, that you love—the cast— didn't sound so bad.

"i'm so sorry about this, darling." you heard someone say, effectively breaking your train of thoughts. you turned to the source of the voice, meeting the hazel eyes of your manager and long-time family friend, sarah. she pulls you in for a hug that you groaned into but still returned. you rolled your eyes playfully when she let go. "i'm not upset, sarah."

"i know. but you're disappointed." she says softly, fixing your costume after the hug messed it up a little. "maybe i am, but it doesn't matter. i chose this life so technically i brought all of this upon myself. i signed up to have a normal life stripped away from me." you told her honestly, internally cringing because you hadn't meant to get that deep.

"y/n," her hands rested on both of your shoulders and she looks down at you with that stern mum glare she'd give you whenever you were being a little troublemaker. she was practically your second mum, having promised your own that she'd take care of you whenever you had to travel for filming.

"i know, i know, i'm sorry. i didn't mean it in a bad way. i love my job but it sucks that i have to be far away from family, you know?" you sighed. "i understand, darling. it's hard but hey, i'll be with you the whole day, okay? we'll go out and have a nice girl's day out together, do whatever you want. that sound nice to you?" she places a gentle hand against your skin, careful not to rub the fake dirt and wound makeup on your face.

"that sounds great, sarah. i have only a half day of filming that day, right?" you ask her, knowing she remembers your schedule better than you yourself do. "yup. anyways, they need you on set 3. get out there and make me proud, darling."

"and....cut!" the director called out and you dramatically dropped limp against the wire harness attached to your body, the wires holding up your weight so you didn't drop down to the floor but also didn't have to remain standing on your own.

you heard sebastian laughing, him being the closest to you in the scene you had just filmed. "you tired, y/n/n?" evans chuckled as he walked towards where you and seb were standing. "yeah, i just wanna sleep right now." you told them, standing up on your own when a crew member wanted to get your harness off.

"well, at least you get to rest now. you're done for the day right?" seb asked, the three of you now walking to the snack table together. "yeah but sarah wanted to take me out so maybe not rest but i'll get to relax. that's good enough," you say, peeling off a banana and taking a bite while the two men drank some water.

"she's taking you out later today? is there a special occasion?" chris asked and you smiled at him. "nah, nothing much. she just thought i've been stressed lately." you lied. you didn't want to seem attention-seeking for telling chris and sebastian that it was your birthday so you settled on a little lie.

"she's not wrong. you have been working hard and you deserve a relaxing evening off work." seb agreed.

"oh she's walking over here right now. are you going now?" chris asked, eyes trained behind you as he watched sarah coming closer. you turned around, meeting her frown-etched face and you blinked profusely in confusion. "i thought we're going in two hours?"

"y/n, i'm so sorry. some stuff came up and i have last minute errands to run all day," she told you, offering a guilty expression when your face dropped slightly. "oh.. i– um, yeah, it's fine."

"are you sure it's fine? i promised you though," she frowned. "it's fine, i know you have a lot to handle and it's totally fine if we don't go out today. i'll just take a nap and be on netflix all day, i guess." you joked but sarah didn't laugh. "sarah, it's fine. you know i've been wanting to catch up on a list of shows. when else will i be able to do this?" you assured her, trying to mask your disappointment.

"i have to go now. i'll make it up to you, darling, i promise." she gave you a hug before running off somewhere. you felt bad for her because she probably had to be running here and there all day but it didn't change that you were disappointed. maybe you really did deserve this for choosing this life.

"hey kiddo," you felt someone ruffle your hair and you were almost going to go off on them for doing that before remembering you had just finished your last scene for the day. an arm rested over your shoulder and you looked up to see jeremy taking over sarah's previous spot.

"um excuse me? do we not exist?" chris joked when jeremy didn't greet him nor seb. jeremy rolled his eyes at them, turning back to look down at you. "you did great today, kiddo." he complimented and you smiled, thanking him.

"wow okay, i guess we really don't exist, huh? c'mon seb, let's go somewhere else where people appreciate our presence." evans sassed, glaring at you two as both men strutted away.

"good riddance," jeremy said, dropping his arm so that you two were now face to face. "happy birthday, y/n." he says, handing you a little bronze coloured box. you gasped as you took it in your hands.

"how'd you know it was my birthday?" you asked him, eyes wide in surprise. "of course i know your birthday, kiddo. after all, you are my favourite co-star." he grins, gesturing for you to open the box.

you did and your hand immediately flew to cover your mouth in shock. "jeremy! you didn't!" you gently took out the necklace from the box, examining it closely. the charm was in the shape of your favourite animal and the chain was gold. this must've costed him a fortune.

"jeremy, you didn't have to!" you exclaimed, pouting at him to prevent yourself from bursting into tears right then and there. "kiddo, i love you a lot, how could i not?"

playing clint's adopted, eldest daughter in the films, as well as a member of the avengers, you and jeremy worked together a lot. he helped you a lot with practicing your lines and emotions for specific scenes and you bonded over so many things you two had in common. even off set jeremy still acted like your father so practically everyone knew how close you two were. if sarah is considered your second mum, you'd say jeremy is your second dad.

"so i heard sarah bailed on your birthday date today," he says as he helped you put on the necklace, smiling fondly when you looked down at it happily. "thanks a lot, jeremy. you really didn't have to," you hugged him tight, the man chuckling as he hugged you back.

"and sarah didn't bail. she just has errands to run all day. can't blame her, she's a busy woman." you told him. "yeah yeah, anyways, how 'bout i take you out instead? a birthday lunch and a day out with your favourite cast mate?" he wiggles his eyebrows at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you don't have anymore scenes to shoot?" you ask. "i do but i have plenty of time before then." he replies. you agreed happily and he tells you to meet him outside the set in an hour so you two could change out of your costumes.

"you ready for the best day ever, kiddo?" jeremy asks as you entered the passenger seat. "best day ever? then shouldn't we invite the rest?" you teased, buckling your seatbelt. "hey! i'm pretty fun too!"

you chuckled at his childishness. "i'm kidding, you are fun. now let's go already, i'm starving." you complained and he started the engine, letting you play whatever songs you wanted as background to your small talk.

you had lunch first at your favourite restaurant but not before you two had a debate of whether you were allowed to because you were supposed to be on a diet during the length of the movie shooting and him ultimately going 'to hell with that diet, it's your special day' and then dragging you in. after that, he said he had a surprise for you and told you to just get in the car.

when he finally stopped somewhere, you realised it was a pretty well known hair salon in town and you tilted your head in confusion. why would he bring you here?

"you said you wanted to dye your hair, didn't you? let's do it." he says nonchalantly, unbuckling his seatbelt before you both exited the car. "are you crazy? we're still in the middle of filming!" you exclaim in disbelief. this man was crazy.

"yeah but it's not like they can't just get a wig of your current hair and use that for the rest of the filming. scar and lizzie wear wigs all the time, you can too. now let's go dye that stupid colour you want!" he cheers, tugging you along with him by your wrist, into the salon. you chuckled at his antics, letting him drag you.

the next hour or two was spent with you worrying that your parents would kill you for this, or worse, anthony or joe. you knew it would be a meltdown for them if you came back with your hair a completely different colour.

jeremy assured you that the russos, as well as your parents, would not get mad at this but you were pretty sure you'd get an earful from both pairs. you made him promise that he would talk to both parties that he was the one who convinced you to do this. but once your hair was done, all worries flew out the window as you admired your new hair.

"you look great, kiddo. this colour looks good on you." he looks at you with a fond smile, trying to resist the urge to ruffle your newly done hair but failing. you pouted at him when he did so, reaching up to fix it again. "sorry, y/n/n, couldn't resist," he states, pinching your cheek.

"alright, next stop now, let's go!" he pulls you by the wrist once again and you let him, used to him doing this already. the next time he stopped, you damn right almost had another heart attack because again, this man was crazy.

he did not just bring you to a nail place. surely he isn't about to let you get your nails done, right? the russos would have your head and his too if you were to get them done and casually get back to the studio.

"no." you said firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stayed seated in the passenger seat. "c'mon, y/n/n," he whined, throwing a tantrum outside the car door as he tried to get you to leave the car.

"no, jeremy, they'll literally send me back here to get it off because in case you forgot, in all my scenes, i don't have fancy nails." you reasoned, noticing that jeremy has now moved to your side of the car and the passenger seat door has now been opened, the man continuing to make a fuss closer to you now.

"no they will not, i'll make sure they don't. c'mon kiddo, it's your birthday, let's have a little fun!" he says but you were still unsure about the whole thing. "i don't know.."

"okay fine i guess i'll tell you this now. they didn't want to tell you until later today because they wanted it to be your kinda birthday present but your avenger suit has changed. it's not like the one in the last movie, it's got gloves now! and the rest of your scenes excluding the last few ones are all in your superhero suit right?" your eyes widened at this new information, a smile growing on your lips.

"wait, for real? are you sure they're not just fingerless gloves?" he smiles down at you. "yeah. i planned this day well, okay? put some trust in me, geez," he sassed, moving out of your way as you finally exited the car.

"this better not be a joke, renner, because if it is, i'll have your head." you threatened jokingly. "yeah, yeah. oh also, can you just pretend to be shocked when they tell you about your suit upgrade? because i really wasn't supposed to tell you this." he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as you walked two walked into the nail salon.

the entire time, he awkwardly sat at the side, waiting for you to be done. when you were though, he quickly got up, as if he had been restless sitting down the whole time.

"they're pretty," he says as you walked back to his car. "yeah, i really like them. haven't had my nails done in a long time." you replied, getting in the car and waiting for jeremy to get in on his side. once he did, he immediately started the engine and started driving back to the set where he had to continue shooting and where you knew sarah would be waiting for you.

it was after many different topics and finally arriving outside the set did you decide to get a little emotional. "hey, i just wanna say thanks for today. i thought i was gonna spend the day alone watching netflix all day like some loser but you made this day really enjoyable. you have no idea how much this really means to me, thank you so much jeremy. i love you." you pouted at him, trying not to cry. "aw kiddo, of course. you're an important person to me. couldn't let you be a loser on your special day," he teases, bringing you into a hug where he didn't miss his chance to ruffle your hair.

once you let go, he kept an arm around your shoulder as you both walked in. he opened the door for you both and you almost jumped in place.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

your jaw dropped at the sight in front you. every single one of your co-stars, along with some crew members were wearing party hats holding up a banner that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N'. sarah was in the middle, holding a huge birthday cake with a smile on her face. you slowly walked towards her, hand over your mouth in shock.

sarah gave the cake over to robert before opening her arms up for you. you gave her a tight hug. "you didn't have to do all this," you say, letting go of her. "jeremy and i planned this right when your mother called beforehand and told me they couldn't come in time." she explained.

you turned to jeremy who had been standing next to you the whole time, giving him another hug which he happily accepted. "you guys didn't have to." you told them, trying not to cry at the thought that these people loved you enough to do this for you.

"but we wanted to. and the rest wanted to join in too. now before you start bawling your eyes out, let's get this party started!" he cheered.

"but before that, make a wish, kiddo." robert tells you after evans finished lighting up all the candles. you closed your eyes, making a wish and blowing them all out. everyone cheered before walking away to grab food or to talk to others. or in your cast mates' cases, fighting over who gets to give you your present first.

"you knew it was my birthday!" you exclaimed when you locked eyes with evans, who was in the middle of a brawl with both mackie and robert. he laughed out loud. "yeah! i did! your lie couldn't fool me, child!" he says dramatically, before being pushed aside by robert.

you laughed as they continued to fight right in front of you about who you love more and therefore getting to be first to give you their gift. they even managed to slip in a few compliments about your new hair, while they were literally fighting. you watched in glee, realising that even if your biological family couldn't make it for your special day, you still had a second one to make it special.

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mochiable · 3 years

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— enough. (a)

REQUESTED — hello!! i really like your work and how you write. could i request a scenario about han jisung cheating on reader and her forgiving him every time but then she can’t stay with him anymore and they have a big fight? sorry if it’s so specific, but i think you’d do a great work with this! i’ll understand if you don’t want to do it though, have a nice day!

wc: 1.7k

warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, swearing, emotional pain

requests are open!

you were fed up. jisung kept shouting your name in the distance, but you didn't want to know any more, you didn't want to hear any more. you were tired of everyone taking you for a naïve fool who didn't realise what was going on around you. ‘poor thing, she has no idea he slept with five other girls’, ‘i feel so sorry for her, how come she's still with him?’ you didn't know, you really didn't know how you could still be with him. maybe they were all right, you were a sucker, but that was going to change, you weren't going to put up with any more humiliation, and much less coming from him.

as soon as you arrived at the flat you shared with your now ex-boyfriend, you locked yourself in your room and took your suitcase out of the wardrobe to start storing your most necessary belongings. you didn't know where you were going to go, you didn't want to bother anyone, but it was either that or sleep in the street or stay in a forty square metre flat with the person you least wanted to see right now. either of the first two options was better than the third one, anyways.

when you finished putting all your clothes away and headed to the bathroom to pick up your make-up and all your creams you heard the front door open loudly and as hurried footsteps followed by several curses headed towards the bedroom.

“what are you doing?” the dark-haired boy asked watching you from the bathroom door, looking through the mirror as you put all the products in your vanity case, hands trembling and clutching things tightly.

“dancing a tango, wanna be my partner?” you replied sarcastically, taking all the courage you had left and turning around to face him, “what the fuck do you think I'm doing, jisung? i’m leaving,” you spat angrily, moving towards the door and bumping your shoulder against his to walk back into the room.

“no, no, no,” he repeated, shaking his head repeatedly as he moved closer to you and tried to get your attention, “listen to me, please listen to me," he pleaded, reaching up to you and turning your face to his with his hands on your cheeks, “it’s not what it looks like, i swear.”

“isn't it? let me guess," you began, bringing your hands up to his and roughly pulling them away from your face, “was it her who kissed you? or maybe, oh, i know, you drank too much and couldn't control yourself?” you roared angrily, pushing him hard in the chest, pushing him two metres away from you, “fuck you, jisung! i’ve had it. you've done nothing but humiliate and despise me. fuck, why can't you take me seriously for once? am i a joke to you, huh? is that it? do you think i’m so deluded as to cheat on me not just once but five times? do you enjoy watching me being mocked and laughed at behind my back? ‘oh poor girl, her boyfriend cheats on her and she keeps chasing after him like an idiot because she can't stand on her own two feet’!”

at first, your age difference was the reason for thousands of messages and threats directed at you. you were only three years older than him, and he was already an adult, you didn't see the problem, you both loved each other, or so you thought. the comments soon went from ‘old predator whore’ to ‘dumb slutty little girl’. you had to put up with how they came on to your boyfriend, and how he did nothing, smiled and even flirted back. however, when a boy came up to you, he seemed to wake up and didn't hesitate to shoo him away.

“no, that's not true. please, y/n,” he came back to you with a desperate expression on his face, managing to cradle your cheeks again and wipe away the tears you hadn't realised were falling from your eyes, “of course i take you seriously, darling. you're my everything. they're lying, i swear, y/n. i’d never do that to you, you have to believe me.”

you pushed him away from you again, and ran your hands through your hair, tousling it and burying your face in your hands. the moment you looked up again, you found your face reflected in the small mirror of the canterano in the room. a haggard, weak, sultry face. you dropped onto the bed, you were exhausted and you knew that this argument had only just begun.

“enough, enough,” you murmured, holding back the sob that was about to escape your throat, “stop lying, just stop! you don't love me, jisung. you never have and you never will. why do you want to keep me here if all you do is make me suffer?”

“no, that’s not true. i do love you, y/n,” he replied softly, crouching down in front of you until his eyes were level with yours. he brought his hands to yours, but you pulled away and stood up again, laughing bitterly.

“you have a terrible way of loving then,” you said, turning around and reaching for your suitcase, but jisung was quicker and wouldn't let you.

“i’m not letting you leave, not without sorting this out,” he said resolutely, snatching the suitcase from you and setting it in a corner, “it’s after midnight, you're not going out at this hour.”

“so now you care? where were you all those times i had to come home alone in the middle of the night because my boyfriend preferred to cheat on me with someone else?” you asked, moving forward again to grab the suitcase, but he got in the way and grabbed your arm, pulling you away from your things. you tried to pull away, but you knew he wasn't going to let go until you two fixed this, so you decided to continue, “you don't have to worry, there's no one out there who's going to hurt me more than you. you can stay calm.”

“tomorrow you can leave if you want, but tonight you're staying, okay? i can't let you leave at this hour, i’m not gonna let you," the grip on your arm was beginning to intensify, but he released you immediately when he saw the expression of discomfort on your face. he unhesitatingly wrapped you in an embrace and pressed you against his body, stroking your hair and resting his head on top of yours, “please stay, love. stay with me tonight.”

“how many others have you told this to? huh? how many others have you told to stay the night with you?” you asked between whimpers against his chest, clutching the sides of his t-shirt tightly in helplessness, “you treat me like shit, you cheat on me, you humiliate me and then you have the balls to tell me you love me.”

jisung, seeing that his words were having the opposite effect to the one they were intended to have, lifted your face and brought it close to his. he brushed your noses in a gentle but subtle gesture and, caressing the lower part of your eyes, he leaned towards you until your lips made contact.

however, the butterflies in your belly that you once wished would never disappear had, indeed, died. none of them was left. because jisung, with his lies and deceit, had killed them off one by one. until the last one that had remained until tonight couldn’t stand it anymore and vanished just like her sisters, leaving an empty hole in your stomach that resembled the one you had in your heart.

still wide-eyed, you brought your hands to his, which rested on your cheeks, and lowered them. jisung gradually broke the contact of your lips, until finally he rested his forehead on yours and let out an agitated sigh.

“you’re staying, right?” he asked once he’d pulled away from your face, looking at you with sympathetic eyes. but you no longer believed anything, you no longer trusted him.

“what would i gain by staying, jisung? i can’t stand any more humiliation,” you answered with a broken voice, trying with all your might he wouldn’t see you cry again. you hated showing weakness in front of him at times like this. you felt that if you did, he’d won again and you were tired of losing.

“please, y/n, please. you can't do this to me,” he growled desperately when you pulled away from him and went to pick up your suitcase. he tried to catch you when he saw you walking towards the door, but you turned and raised your hand, putting it in front of his face and telling him to shut up.

“i can't do this to you? i’m not the one who sent our relationship to hell, jisung. you decided to flirt with other girls, you decided to make out with them and you alone decided to fuck them. you’re the only son of a bitch here, and i’m not going to put up with you treating me like rubbish anymore,” you finished, taking the keys off your key ring and leaving on the front porch the one that opened the flat that was no longer yours. then, you turned to him and started to memorize all the details of his face, before saying your last goodbye, “have a nice life, han jisung.”

you left that apartment putting an end not only to a relationship, but to a lifestyle that had been destroying you for months. you didn’t know how you were going to overcome everything that had happened, but what you were sure about was that you weren’t going to go back and, evidently, you weren’t going to let anyone else treat you as if you weren’t a human being.

jisung’s punishment would be to wake up and remember everything he had and everything he could have continued to have if he hadn’t screwed everything up. now, when he got home he’d only find a cold and empty apartment. but that didn’t compare to how you’d felt during the last months of your relationship, and now it was his turn to feel the worst that can come from a toxic relationship, helplessness and resentment.

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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Anon said: I hope I'm not too late to slip in a request! I was actually hoping for a more platonic request with Miche? Just how he would help out a new cadet on his squad or something... Maybe there having a hard time fitting in now that there on a section commander squad or even worried about an upcoming expedition. Miche is one of my biggest comfort Characters and I'm such a shy person lol...I love you blog by the way, it's such a comforting place...🥺

Miche reassuring you that you're enough.

{Miche & reader | tw:none | platonic, comfort | canonverse}

{ "The Interior of the Palm House on the Pfaueninsel Near Potsdam" 1834 by Carl Blechen 1798 - 1840 }

No one can deny that the survey corps had a...certain reputation between the people, for being ruthless, unhinged and not a place for someone hoping for a future.

Their leader is known for gambling with human lives, their strongest has a criminal history record and their most intelligent, does experiments that would put medical student dropout Frankenstein himself to shame.

In short, you'd be crazy for walking there with your own two feet and expecting a crumb of compassion.

You don't go looking for fish in the desert.

You've heard it all, those sayings people keep reciting like a broken record whenever you'd bring up joining the survey corps.

"You'll just end up titan food"

"Why do you want to throw away your life?"

"God your poor family…"

And despite all of that, you still marched on, despite everyone who told you to quit.

Not only did you join and stayed alive for so long, you've even managed to climb the ranks in record time.

So fast in fact that you were assigned to join a section commander's squad after a very successful titan capture mission that earned you a pat on the back from Erwin.

Being pulled from your friends and moved to a new place where you were surrounded by veterans who've been in their positions for 10 years or more, was quite sudden and shocking.

One thing that should've eased your nerves, was the fact it was squad Miche you're being put into.

Anyone in the survey corps can tell you that in comparison to other squads, this was the most...friendly per say, since they prioritised teamwork and coming back alive over everything else, knowing together they're much stronger and willing to protect each other no matter what.

While yes they did have their quirks, it was almost nothing in comparison to Levi's strict hygiene rules and Hange's workaholic routine or Erwin's unreadable intentions.

And yet, you felt unease at the whole situation.

You were clearly "that new cadet" in this old group of close-knit people, almost standing out even.

You wanted to prove yourself, you've done it before to all those people so why is it any different now.

Maybe...because they are actually experienced soldiers this time, and not strangers living in blissful ignorance inside the walls.

Maybe because you feel the growing burden of expectations set on you for being the newest person in the squad, and being put there by none other than the commander himself which would raise some eyebrows if you couldn't deliver.

Uncertainty and doubt began pooling up inside your mind, making you second guess decisions and overthink actions.

And it's not like the squad members were leaving you out, no in fact they were doing their best to include you.

….maybe even too much actually, it didn't help that all of them were outgoing people, it was overwhelming.

Nanaba was an unofficial stand in caption when Miche wasn't around. Having a confident yet compassionate personality made her protective of her teammates, almost like a big sister, earning her a lot of respect.

So much in fact that it would unintentionally intimidate people out of approaching her

Gelgar was a strong believer in Miche, loyal to a fault almost. Yet he wouldn't say no for a chance to relax and grab a couple drinks, being friends with so many people came naturally to him with his mellow personality and overall friendliness.

Maybe a bit much too friendly? That personal boundaries were often crossed without him realising it.

Lynne was a good balance between the two, she was considerate of others feelings...even so much in fact that she tended to sugar-coat almost everything.

Thomas and Henning were close with each other, both serious and determined. But maybe because they were so used to each other that dealing with new people became...strange, for conversations with them resembled an awkward dad attempting to check on you but not actually putting much effort to understand.

Meanwhile, you were a reserved and shy person.

It was a miracle that you managed to get a group of friends in cadet training that stayed with you throughout the years, but now after being transferred it was all turned to dust.

You have to start again, meet people again and talk to them while wondering if they actually like you or are pretending to be nice because they don't wanna come off as rude-

On top of that, Erwin seemed to keep an eye on you after your last mission, silently conveying the trust and expectations he's putting your way, to not fail him and show you're worthy of this special treatment.

It was too much, too overwhelming and draining.

Dread and uncertainty loomed in the corners of your mind, only metastating in size as the date for the new expedition was announced.

To add fuel to the fire, apparently everyone seemed almost...excited or nonchalant for going out there again, like this is a mere walk in the park as they began making preparations and training.

Were you the only one that felt nervous? Oh god.

Your legs felt like they were weighted down by stones as you stared at the large board in front of you, a white sheet signed by the commander announcing next week to be the date of the expedition, several names listed below for who'd be required for service.

Your name was at the top, even with a line underneath it. The fact it was in cursive didn't make it any less gut-wrenching.

The chatter of people around you, discussing the plans and joking with each other, began blurring out at the back of your mind.

The weather seemed colder as shivers ran down your neck. A rolling feeling in your stomach making your throat tighten, your own voice inside your head was the only noise you could hear.

All those thoughts and worries creeping from underneath the dark corners that you've been pushing them into all this time, like a swarm drowning you in their "what if" and skepticism, full of doubt and illogical pessimism for worst case scenarios.

Thoughts that aren't even your own joined them, ones you never had and knew weren't true and yet amidst the storm it was hard to tell the real from the ones passing through.

You know you're capable, so why…

Are you capable?

Yes…

but are you really?

...

And how are you even sure?

Before it could pull you deeper into that hole of despair, something snapped your attention back to reality, a hand nudging your shoulder.

"You really didn't hear me huh." The voice came from behind you, a tall figure stepping closer till you were in his shadow.

Miche looked at you with a tilted head, his lips pressed into a thin line as his eyes bore into you like he's attempting to guess what's going inside your brain.

You've been too lost inside your mind you didn't notice that you were the only one left standing in front of the board.

From the way Miche's shoulders fell after reading your expression, eyes softening after glancing at your name on the sheet, he was quick to catch on.

Before you could say something to save your face after being caught in this state by none other than your new captain, Miche just told you to come with him, making sure to walk beside you، protectively staying close that no one on your way would interrupt.

Passing the corridor leading to his office, you gave him an uncertain glance as he simply gestured for you to continue walking for whatever unknown place you're headed to.

Soon enough the buildings and stone streets faded the further you went on, grass and dirt roads taking its place.

It wasn't a long walk per say, but more of a secluded area that took both of you some turns in seemingly shady alleyways to reach.

You couldn't hear the horses or soldiers walking anymore, only the soft flowing of the nearby river.

The tall grass barely reaching below your knees, some ladybugs crawling on top of the scattered daffodils in-between, the closer to the river cliff you got the taller it became.

The first thing Miche did, wasn't explaining to you why you're here, or what exactly he was after.

No, he barely said a word even, only taking in a deep breath as the wind had the courtesy of pushing his bangs back, eyes finally in clear view now.

Gaze meeting yours, he gave you a nod, a gesture to do the same thing.

You reluctantly took a deep breath.

He smiled.

Both of you sat by the river, he gave you his jacket to sit on.

As the silence grew between you, even while it wasn't the uncomfortable kind, it was clear he was struggling to phrase something, the right words just not coming to mind.

Turning his body towards you, he finally said, "how about i just..listen, let it out.".

It wasn't easy, you can't just pour out your heart to your superior.

Not to mention the military wasn't a place for weakness, could you really openly admit to your worries?

Well, yes you could, because it isn't weak, it takes great strength to face something scary and admit to it.

It's strength that got you this far.

How could you ever mistake vulnerability for weakness?

Keeping true to his words, Miche didn't interrupt you as you slowly opened up about what's been troubling you.

He patiently listened, occasionally humming for you to go on whenever you'd lose track.

And by the end of it, after you poured out all your frustration, sadness and worries, it felt...like a weight lifted off your shoulders.

Miche looked at you with understanding in his eyes, as if he himself has been in this exact same position years ago.

...and maybe he was, considering his behaviour wasn't what's socially common, he would've definitely stood out back before he had the respect of being a captain.

He isn't a man of words, for actions spoke much louder.

That's why he became more attentive from that day on, offering to help you train, giving you a smile whenever you passed by and sitting near you whenever his squad were gathered so he'd ask for your opinion on plans or simply share looks whenever they began joking with each other.

He didn't attempt to make you change, instead he made changes to accommodate you.

You're part of the team and he made it clear.

And while he couldn't give reassuring words, he certainly gave his time and energy, paying attention to you, reading your moods and listening whenever life becomes too much.

Maybe he saw his past self in you, and wanted to give you all the comfort, attention and care he wished for back then.

Even if it was mere hugs and shoulder pats that he could offer, he knew small things can make changes overtime.

For him, it's not getting rid of your stress that he was attempting to achieve, no, for life is full of stress.

Instead, he wanted to offer you ways to deal with the stress, to acknowledge it as it is and be heard, to be understood.

Because while stress will pass either way, it didn't mean it had to pass painfully.

You weren't alone, he made sure of that.

Maybe he got too attached, maybe someone might say he's giving you special treatment, maybe Erwin would give him a backhanded comment every now and then.

But since when did Miche pay attention to these things?

Well...he can't deny he might be giving you more break days than the other Cadets, larger food portions and even most of his time.

But he won't justify himself to anyone either, he doesn't have to.

Because after all, there really isn't any ulterior motives behind his actions, they were as simple as they came.

It was pure genuine care, the type that makes someone want to protect a person and watch them grow healthy.

The type that made him offer you a thumbs up after each training session, a proud smile on his face for how much you're learning.

Maybe some slight teasing about how if you keep this up, you might even replace him as the second strongest one day.

And while he said it with a joking tone, the hopeful pride-filled look on his face told a whole nother story.

you're not sure if it was a joke or a promise.

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starylust · 3 years

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Twins. Fight. Angles.✽

✧ S U N A R I N T A R O ✧

genre: fluff:)

WORD COUNT:1086

a fight had started between the miya twins once again. suna was just watching them as he remember the last time you had seen the twins fight on video. the laughter that filled the air made suna feel so bubbly and soft inside. wanting to see that reaction once again wanting to see that reactions suna leaves to pick you up and show you what you were missing.

The argument between the Miya twins started to get more intense.

Who knows what they were fighting about anymore.

Everyone in the gym silently watching and listening to the two bicker back and forth.

Suna just standing there staring remembering the last time they argued like this, it ended up with them getting in a fight.

As Suna remembers this he remembers the laughter that caused a glow on your face from seeing the videos and photos of them fighting.

Today Suna and you were suppose to walk home together meaning you were probably waiting in the library catching up on homework.

His eyes widened at the wonderful thought he just had.

As the twins kept of arguing he ran out of the gym calling you.

"Hi Rin," You said through the phone.

"Hi love where are you right now?" He while picking up the pace while he started running.

"Um I'm in the library like I said before, why? Also why are you breathing so hard are you okay?"

"Yeah sorry I'm fine. Could you pack up your things I wanna bring you to the gym for a bit."

"Okay I'll see you in a minute or two then, bye."

He pulled away the phone as he heard a beep indicating the call ending.

Suna started running faster as he did not want to miss the twins were bound to have.

Twisting and turning throughout the halls he finally made it to the doors of the library. Peeking inside he saw you in the middle of the library grabbing your bag and putting over your shoulder.

You looked up to meet his gaze as brought his hand up telling you to hurry. You quickly swung your bag on and started speed walking to the front of the library.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" You questioned.

"Twins. Fight. Angles," was all he managed to get out as he was still trying to catch his breath.

"Huh?" you said back. Before you could say anymore he wrapped his fingers around your wrist tugging you a bit.

Suna then started speed walking and picking up the pace every second while still holding your wrist.

You were behind him practically being dragged trying to keep up with his speed. The wind from the speed you were running at brushed all of your hair out of your face.

Suna still speeding up by the second you started running out of breathe.

"Rin I can't run anymore," you said looking at him. He turned his head around to see you trying to catch your breath and trying your hardest to breathe normally.

He didn't say a word as he kneeled onto the ground.

"Hop on we gotta go."

Without anymore words said you hopped onto his back putting your arms on his shoulders and hugging his neck from behind.

Suna then placed his hands under your thighs near your kneecaps helping you stay on.

As soon as he felt like you were stable onto his back he started running off once again.

After a minute of running a bit slower since he was carrying you on his back, you guys were in front of the gym doors.

"Atsumu and Osamu are about to fight and I wanted you to be able to see. I also wanted more angles for photos and videos too," he said smiling at you.

"Well then why are we still standing out here? LET'S GO I WANNA SEE!" You said excitedly.

Suna laughed softly at your reactions.

"Get your phone quickly I don't know if they've started fighting already or not," he told you.

You grabbed your bag off your shoulder and placed it on the floor. Starting to unzip it you saw it at the very left side of your bag and reached your hand in and grabbed it.

Handing your phone to Suna you zipped up your bag and threw it over your shoulders once more.

Suna handed you back your phone as you both entered the gym to yelling that was louder than before.

"THIS IS WHY I'M MOM'S FAVORITE AND I'M OLDER," Atsumu yelled at the gray haired twin.

"TSUMU YOU MUST BE STUPID OR SOMETHING CAUSE WE KNOW I'M THE FAVORITE," he replied back.

You laughed slightly at the bickering that echoed throughout the gym

Before you knew it one of them had tackled the other trying to pin him to the ground.

"Come on this is our chance," Suna whispered to you.

Nodding your head you both unlocked your phones going to the camera app. You both started heading towards the twins making sure not to get too close.

Suna gently tapped your shoulder and pointed to the left telling you to go over there while he headed to the right.

Both of you started recording now as you were both walked around them watching them try to get the other to be pinned on the floor.

As you were recording you were also taking pictures, Suna doing the same as you.

You guys both tried not getting each other in frame just in case the video gets sent around.

You started kneeling down to the floor to get a better angle or their faces and what they were doing.

After a minute or two the coach came in to break up their fight. Atsumu and Osamu looked out of breathe from all the yelling and fighting they did.

You and Suna met back up with each other. He was smiling at you while you started giggling.

"This is gonna be some good content to get on my instagram," Suna said.

"Rin don't tell me you're the one who runs the fight account for our school," you said.

"Don't be too shocked why do you think I have such great videos of the twins fighting," he said smirking a bit.

You let out a loud sigh as you just looked at him.

Suna and you started to head over to the bleachers sitting down in the front row. You both sat fairly close to each other while pulling out your phones.

You guys decided you would watch Suna's clip first then yours after.

As you were watching the video you were laughing so hard to the point where your eyes started to water up.

Suna not paying attention to the video stared at you while you were laughing. He couldn't help but smile to himself a bit.

He wondered how it was possibly for someone to look this pretty while laughing, snorting and crying at the same time.

"Rin! Rin! OMG LOOK AT THIS PART."

You kept on laughing and replaying that part of the video that you didn't even realized Suna wasn't even paying attention to the video.

He kept staring at you seeing you glow beautifully wondering how he got so lucky with you.

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heyo dudes um idrk what to leave for an authors note this time also sorry if some things dont make sense, i get too lazy to proof read and edit so:)anyway hope ya enjoy this one.

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#suna rintaro #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna x reader fluff #suna fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff #miya twins #miya atsumu #miya osamu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu suna fluff #haikyuu suna #haikyuu x reader

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sunmoonandeddie · 2 years

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Do you have any ideas for some more she was home????

not my dad

"Why did we think bringing Lucy Black Friday shopping was a good idea, again?" Natasha asked with a grin as she pushed the cart through the huge department store. The little girl was trotting happily in front of them, oooing and ahhhing at everything around him. "Oh, come on, she's been begging to come with us for the past two years," you giggled, looping your arm through your wife's. "Soon she'll be a teenager and she won't wanna hang out with us anymore. We won't be the cool moms."

"Speak for yourself," Natasha said with a smirk, nudging your hip with hers. "I'll always be the cool mom."

It was then that the two of you heard your name being called, though the voice was only familiar to you.

But Natasha had done enough of a deep dive on you and your ex to immediately recognize the bastard the second she laid eyes on him.

"Derek," you said stiffly, an icy stillness washing over your usually soft, loving features. "Hello."

"Long time, no see," he said, not even bothering to look at Natasha. But his eyes did find the rings on your left hand, marking you as a bride. "How are you?"

"Fine," you said, squeezing your wife's arm.

It was all she needed to know that you were slipping into an anxiety attack, but you weren't going to let it show in front of him.

She moved halfway in front of you, protecting you from having to face him head on. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. Her wife."

Derek blinked slowly at her, shock rendering him stupid for more than a few seconds. "Oh, uh. Hello. I'm Derek."

"Mama, mommy, can we get one of those cinnamon pretzels when we're done here?" Lucy asked, catching his attention. She frowned as her eyes landed on the man. "Who are you?"

In any other situation, the two of you would've gotten onto her for being rude. But in this case, it was more than acceptable. The girl was rather adept at reading you and your emotions, and it was clear that you were upset.

The man stared at her for a long moment, and then had the audacity to say, "I'm your dad."

Fury filled the both of you, but neither one of you had time to act on it.

"You're not my dad," Lucy said sternly, her eyes narrowing on the man. "I don't have a dad. I have two moms."

Your ex-boyfriend huffed, his face going red. "Excuse me? You have no right to speak to me like that, young—"

"Speak to you like what? Like you're a stranger trying to claim to be my dad?" She snorted, her hands going to her hips.

Natasha had to fight a laugh. She was the perfect mirror of you when you got sassy.

"You told mama you didn't want me, and signed a paper giving up your parental rights because you didn't even wanna give money to help her!" She snapped, shocking you. The ten year old may or may not have asked her Uncle Bucky after hearing him talking about it with her Uncle Steve. "I don't know you! So shut up and get away before my mommy kicks your ass!"

You didn't have the heart to get onto her about cussing, not when it was so appropriate.

"That's my girl," Natasha said as the two of them subtly fist bumped, making you realize that she'd definitely told your daughter she'd kick someone's ass for her and Lucy was just repeating it.

Derek looked to you, as though expecting you to help him, to back him up. "What? She took the words right out of my mouth," you said with a sickly sweet smile. "Happy holidays."

#she was home #drabble weekend

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knockknockchicagopd · 3 years

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❛ I'M NOT BULLETPROOF ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Hello, here’s the request all sort out ... could I get a Antonio imagine where the reader is related to someone on the unit? With the prompts (fluff 3/ 7) and also could you make it smut? Thank you once more!

❚❙ PROMPTS: “I just wanted to hear your voice”. / “We can pretend that nothing happened last night, but it did”.

❚❙ ANTONIO DAWSON MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ WARNINGS: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

❚❙ Tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @ocetevasgirl @anotherfan07 @destynelseclipsa @jadakiss13. If you want to be added to my tag list, send me a message.

“Hey…”

“Antonio?”

Sitting up on your bed tossing away the sheets, you turn on the small lamp somewhat worried. It's too late and his gloomy tone of voice worries you. For Jay, you know it hasn't been a good week in the way of the delicate case they have had in his hands. A guy who used to rape and murder officers, just because he thought they didn't deserve to live. In the academy, the instructors teach you to catch the bad people but not to deal mentally with what they do. Every cop has their own way to confront him. Your brother, for example, likes to play videogames to escape from the world.

“You okay?” Whispering, you curl up your legs to your chest, resting your cheek on them.

“Yeah, just wanted to hear your voice”.

You can't help but draw a shy smile on your lips, feeling your face slightly burning. You can't lie and say that he hasn't attracted you since Jay introduced you. He has always been kind and tender, and more funny than your middle-brother had told you.

Last night you went to dinner after work and he drove you to your house. And no, you weren't expecting him to kiss you, just as he wasn't expecting you to correspond it with something else than a physical attraction. You can assure that you're in love with him, but you know you are falling for him a little more every time Antonio looks at you and smiles for no reason.

“Whe—Where are you?”

“Close to the beach. Walking. Clearing my head”.

Puckering your lips, placing your eyes over the large window in front of your bed, you try to not succumb to a new necessity you didn't know you had.

“Wanna come over…?”

“I'd like it”. The murmur appears after some seconds of silence, racing your heart for an instant.

“'Key, see you now”. Biting your bottom lip to contain a smile, you hang up the call.

You decide to get up from bed, being aware that if you stay there you'll end up falling asleep again. The beach isn't too far from your house, knowing the way to perfection. It's your favorite place to have something for dinner after a long shift in the cafeteria you work in. Taking the advantage to bring some order in your flat, you lose track of time till the knocks on the main door claims your attention.

Accommodating your hair, you lead your bare feet to the entrance not being able to hide the soft smile that curves up the corners of your lips, when you receive him. Antonio looks tired to death, not wasting time to hug you under the door frame. Surrounding his neck with both arms you take a step to hold him closer, being overwhelmed by all the sensations he is transmitting to you in such a simple gesture.

The hug lasts longer than you could think, not being bothered by that, enjoying every second of his warmth wrapping you. Hearing him sigh with his forehead resting over your shoulder, you push some distance between both to let him come inside and close the door after his steps.

“Wanna drink something? I have beer, coke, whisky… Water?”

“No, I'm good”. He just replies, taking off his jacket to hang it on a chair. “Listen… we can pretend that nothing happened last night. But it did. I don't wanna put pressure on you and I know who your brothers are, but… I really like you. I've been thinking about you, about us, the whole day. In my job you know when you start to work, but you don't know if you'll come home and I don't want to lose the opportunity of being with you, of leaving this world knowing… that I've made you happy”.

These words, the desperation in his voice as he is finishing them, leaves you speechless. Your brain is trying to process what Antonio has just said, keeping his trembling hands inside the pocket of his jeans. The first thing you can think about is that you don't care about Jay, nor Will. They only want for you a man who treats you like you deserve. The best of the best. And the man in front of you is it.

“I can leave, if you wan'me to”.

“Wh— no, no, no”. You fastly reply, taking the steps enough to shorten the distance between the two of you, aware that you've spent too many seconds without saying anything, making him doubt that you don't feel exactly like he does. “I… Antonio, I…”

As soon as you understand that you're not able to form a sentence with sense, you simply place your hands on both sides of his neck while standing on your tiptoes, to crash your lips on his. It doesn't take him by surprise, being what he was waiting for more than for a talk. Bending down slightly, he lifts you up to urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The necessity of feeling each other closer and closer is suffocating you, leaving you breathless because of the passion concentrated in the kiss.

Antonio brings you to your room fastly than you can assimilate, falling on the bed when his knees collide with the mattress. The kiss breaks because of the laughs with a sensation of joyful filling up your chests. Helping him with his t-shirt to throw it somewhere on the floor, you roll up over his body before attacking his lips again. Biting, sucking and tasting them. Deepening with his tongue invading your mouth to play with yours. His hands paw your body almost desperate to memorize every inch of your anatomy, landing them on your ass when he feels the friction against the rock under his jeans, as soon as you swing your hips.

Antonio tosses off his shoes, heel against heel, sliding his fingers over your body to grab the gems of your t-shirt and take it off to discover your soft and sweet skin. Normally, both you and him, would enjoy some foreplay; but not this time. Not after long months of containing the desire to be together in every way. He needs to be inside you. You need him to be inside of you. And while his lips devour your breasts helping himself with a hand, stealing your honeyed moans, the other undoes his belt and the zip of his jeans. Three simply pulls down and his hardness breaks free to his abdomen.

You can't help but lick your lips strongly, urging you to lie on your back to watch him roll down the black thong left on you by your thighs. The fire burning within his eyes gives you chills, not being able to break eye-contact. Settling himself between your legs, spreading them for his delight, his right hands goes straight to his dick; jerking himself off to prepare for you.

“Look at me…” He almost begs with a broken thread of voice, as his glans rubs your center slowly, playing with your mind. “We're on time to stop”.

“I don't want you to”. Your lips brushes his, wrapping his neck with both arms.

You couldn't regret it. You couldn't regret letting him walk into your life. For letting him love you with so much kind and tenderness. Antonio is everything you could have dreamt with all your life, and you're not going to let him go. He just nods in silence with his eyes fixed on yours, digging himself inch by inch inside you. The warmth and the wetness within your cunt make him grunt and shake slightly, feeling by his part how his length forces your wall a little creating a delicious sensation.

“Fuck…” You sigh nailing your fingertips on the back of his neck when he reaches your limits.

Buried deep inside you, one of your legs surrounds his waist trying to push him closer.

“You feel so good, amor”. He babbles pecking your lips with sloppy kisses, placing his right hand on your thigh, as the other wraps your middle back. “You wan'me to move?”

“Please, Antonio”.

He feels proud of hearing you imploring, moving his hips back enough to go forth again, starting a slow dance that curls your tiptoes and causes your eyelids to close. It feels like your bodies are made exactly for the other, fitting to perfection. Soon, your whimpers fill up your room, creating a pleased and delighted echo that it's like a celestial song for the man satisfying you as his only worry tonight. He has the imperious necessity of demonstrating you every single thing he has carried inside his heart since Jay introduced you.

Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, the atmosphere around you is full of heat and devotion for each other. Antonio nails his teeth in your neck without warning you, feeling the tip of his tongue pressing down your skin with soft caresses, being aware that tomorrow you will have a new tattoo. From your lips escape some giggles mixed with surprised gasps, being the match that lights the wildfire inside you.

With a quick move, not knowing where the strength has come from, you sit over him making him laugh. Putting your hands on his bare chest, Antonio travels his to your hips while resting his head on the pillow. If he wasn't in love before, now he really is, watching you taking control. He hasn't ever seen a most beautiful view; you, rocking your body over his, dragging your nails on his skin to bristle it wherever they venture, your breasts almost bouncing with every move (...). If his body were a temple, you would be his goddess without a single damn doubt.

And you can't help but speed up the pace, synchronizing your pleased vocals in a perfect melody all around; increasing them as the knot in your lower belly becomes more suffocating, running your lungs out of air. One of Antonio's hands is placed in your middle back, pushing you down to catch your lips with his. He has declared himself an addict since the very first moment he touched them.

The pearls of sweat decorate your foreheads, as the moans are constant and you can't delay it anymore. The orgasm explodes inside you like fireworks screaming out his name, not caring about the fact that your neighbors can hear you, feeling his hot seed filling you up with a last push to your g-spot. An indescribable sensation that has you two breathless.

You can't help but utter a grunt of disappointment when he pulls himself out of you, falling by a side of your bed trying to catch back your air. Looking at Antonio, the two of you giggle inevitably being conscious of what just happened. But it feels good. It feels so good. Stretching his arms towards you to embrace you against his body, he leans a little to press his lips on yours with so much tenderness, leaving a sigh on them. Resting your heads on the pillow, you place a hand on his cheek to caress it gently with your thumb, watching him close his eyes to only focus on your touch.

“The first time I saw you… I knew your smile would give me some trouble”. You mumble, feeling his grip become a little tightly.

“Did it, uh?”

“Not the kind I thought”.

Antonio chuckles licking his bottom lip, shrugging funnily.

“I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, baby”.

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ⚡#antonio dawson #antonio dawson x reader #antonio dawson imagine #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader

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Ok since u want headcannons lmao, i been thinkin on this since everyone was like... oh is hotch really datin again and spence starts sproutin facts about the rate of male widowers etc etc that just - the team tries to set him up?? Thats why they're all so caught off guard that hes doin it on his own?? Just v surprised. Like it starts out innocous enough - maybe spence sayin those same facts once and the others are like "hm sounds the healthy amount of time, gotta make sure hotch is healthy" so they just start namedropping or just introducin hotch to people or sth...? Pen brings around her friends just v casually or sth, derek and rossi are more aggressive - just straight up tell him, yo if u wanna get to a bar, lets! Until hotch catches up and is like... no.

Then beth happens

(Lmao sorry! Maybe i went overboard!)

oooh i love this!!

(i'm sorry for the late reply <33)

once the team figure it's been long enough, they start scheming

plan get boss man laid begins (although the team do want him to be in a nice, long, heathly relationship, they just like the plan name)

aaron doesn't catch on at first, not fully, but he is confused when penelope all of a sudden starts talking about her friends and what they're like, and he's even more confused when the rest of the team start doing something similar

he doesn't pay attention to it though, assuming that they just need to get their minds off of the case and letting them do so when appropriate, but he continues to find it strange

a few weeks later at an event around rossi's, penelope rushes up to him with someone wrapped around her arm, gushing about how much of a great friend they are and what they do for a living before rushing away and leaving the two of them alone

the person just smiles at him and looks away shyly, clearly a bit embarrassed and flustered, but aaron's easy to calm them down and the two of them speak for most the night, making easy conversation, but nothing other than friendship would have happened between them anyway as they simply didn't click in that way

penelope's clearly upset over it, believing that they would have been a perfect couple, but she assumes that he just needs more time

whereas derek just assumes he needs to get laid

which leads him to begin inviting aaron around the bar even more, practically begging him to join him and his friends (+ a few co-workers) and to have some fun and let loose

when he has the time and can be bothered to do so he decides to tag along but he absolutely refuses to talk to anyone else other than the small group of people he's with, even as derek stumbles over with someone pretty and starts talking aaron up to them as if he's not standing right there, making sure the two of them are taking about something, anything, before suddenly disappearing and leaving them both alone

clearly at this point aaron begins to catch on, now aware of the team's hidden plan all along, but what they don't know is that he's been dating beth the entire time

he chooses not to mention it to them, finding it rather amusing to watch them come up with clever (and stupid) ideas to get him into a relationship

one time dave tries to hook him up with a waitress at some fancy restaurant, someone who aaron later finds out was actually paid to pretend to be a waitress, which absolutely blows his mind (who knew they'd be so keen into getting him back into the swing of things? certainly not him!)

jj follows penelope's lead, introducing him to friends or people she's met in other departments, all of which aaron just holds simple and polite conversations with before moving along

emily finds random people she finds attractive and gives him their numbers as a way to help out, not trying to be subtle about it at all (he appreciates it but he never takes the numbers)

spencer doesn't join in, although he does drop a few names here and there that he thinks might be relevant (although the funniest, in aaron's opinion, was definitely when he namedropped grant anderson of all people--not a terrible person, just something that aaron had never once given thought to until that very moment)

aaron is tempted to let it go on forever, see how far it goes, finding humour in it the entire time, but then he does the race and beth shows up and he can finally let the plan crumble up and burn as he introduces all of them to his, yes you guessed it, girlfriend

they're surprised, of course, so caught up in finding him someone to love that they didn't once think he was doing it himself, or even that he had someone to love already

but they're happy for him, honestly and truly happy for him, and they welcome beth with open arms

he'll never know how far they were planning to go for him but, in the end, he's glad he doesn't have to find out.

#hehe this was fun to imagine #once again sorry for such a late reply #i only came up with the idea today oop #thank you for sending it in!!!#aaron hotchner headcanons #criminal minds headcanon #criminal minds headcanons #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner my beloved

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