#it would have been too much for me to caption these gifs because she talks a lot

[darthannie]

thesis statement

Pairing: professor!Jim x f!reader Summary: You accidentally bump into your Professor, Jim, at a sex shop. Word count: 3.3k Warnings: 18+ please for the love of god, age gap (reader is ~25, Jim is ~45), alcohol consumption (a few sips of wine), kissing, praise, soft dom! Jim kinda, fingering, p in v, Jim takes his time, a smidge of cockwarming, idk what else to put here! a/n: There will probably be a part two where they explore their little arrangement a bit more. Maybe it'll turn into something longer. I love Jim sm. I also want him to FUCK you know. We’ll get there, but I was feeling a lil soft. Also hmmm i wonder why Jim was at the sex shop in the first place.

It was around 5 pm on a Sunday and you were really in need of something new. Very in need. Your old toy just wasn’t cutting it anymore. To remedy this it was time for a trip to Deluxxx, your neighborhood sex shop. Your friend, Nadia, knew someone who worked there and you’d go there for all your wants and needs. You strolled in and gave a wave to the person behind the counter. 

“Hey, David! How’s the shop been treating ya?”

They looked around at the empty shop, “Hey! It’s slow but I can’t complain. What are you in for?” 

You sighed, “You remember that last toy I bought?“ 

”No way, does it suck?! It was so expensive.” 

“No, no it’s great! Gets the job done, waterproof, 10 settings-“ 

“So what’s the problem”, they asked.

You gestured in front of yourself with both hands, “It’s just… a little too small?"

They laughed and threw their head back. “Of course. Well lucky for you we got something new in recently that you might like. It’s in the back aisle, bottom shelf.” 

You thanked them and made your way to the back. You crouched down to find the one David was telling you about. It was definitely bigger than the one you had. And thicker. It didn’t have any extra frills but that wasn’t what you were looking for. You snapped a picture and sent it to Nadia with “new bf” as the caption. You let out a little laugh that was more like an exhale as you got up. Nadia has been nagging you about needing a boyfriend and you said you were just going to buy a new one. You were still looking at your phone as you turned to exit the aisle and bumped into someone. The apology on your lips died as you recognized the person in front of you as Jim, your professor and thesis advisor. 

His jaw went slack for a moment and his eyes widened as he recognized you. You were the last person he’d expect to see there but it wasn’t an unwelcome sight. He enjoyed teaching you, not knowing whether it was your interest in the subject or the fact he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He broke eye contact for a moment, scanned your body, took note of the item in your hand, and then met your eyes again. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings and before anyone could say anything he cleared his throat, said “Excuse me” and walked past you.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive and it was becoming clear why you did not have a boyfriend. You wanted him. This wasn’t a new revelation by any means. Nadia was in the same class as you, and she bugged you about it almost daily. You hadn’t expected him to find you in such a vulnerable position. You collected yourself and walked swiftly to the counter and paid. Jim was long gone. You said your goodbyes to David and you texted Nadia to let her know what happened.

She called you almost immediately and opened by saying, “So you know you gotta fuck him now. Like you have to. You don’t have an option. You MUST”. You laughed. There was absolutely no way Jim wanted you. You let her know as much and she disagreed. 

“There’s no way he doesn’t want you. Come on. All the silent stares in class. Asking you to stay after. Constant emailing about things that have nothing to do with class. I mean who just emails their student a TED talk because they thought of them? All signs point to him wanting you. AND what about that one day where you teased him about not having a ring on his finger, and he just said I’m working on it? You know there was this smile he gave you afterward that I don’t think you caught. You were too busy hiding the blush on your face”

“I know I know.” You relented, “I don’t know, it just seems so far-fetched!” 

You knew that was the logical response but something was telling you Nadia was right. He had to have known that his voice sent a shiver down your spine. That you wanted him to take you right there on the table after class. You had caught him staring during class. Maybe she had a point. You couldn’t help but wonder if he really did want you too. 

Later on in the day, you got into the shower. Scalding hot water hit your back. You couldn’t help but recount the events from earlier. He had lingered, looked at the item in your hand, and raised an eyebrow. You would’ve been embarrassed if he didn’t already feel so familiar. 

Soft music played as you lathered a silky body wash along your body. Your mind started to wander, thinking about what it would be like if it were his hands instead of yours. You rinsed off the soap, running your hands over your arms and breasts all while imagining they were his. You turned off the water, dried off, and headed towards the bag you placed on your small table.

You unpackaged your new toy and went back to the bathroom to clean it. Getting back to bed, you lied down and opened up an incognito tab on your phone. You looked for some porn to watch. Once you found an adequate video, you relaxed and continued to watch. The man in the video touched the woman’s body in all the right places. He laid her down and kissed up her thighs before starting to eat her out. This was enough for you to start teasing yourself with the toy, feeling the weight of it on your clit. Suddenly the video was unnecessary. All you could think about was Jim.

You positioned it just right and started to insert it. You gasped as you felt how it stretched you out. This was what you needed. You paused the video, throwing your phone on the side to focus on the task at hand. You put the rest of it inside you and let yourself adjust to the size. You began to move the toy as you thought of him. You wondered if he felt this good. He had to feel better than this. You got off that night thinking about him and only him. When you finally came down from your high you grabbed some water, cleaned your toy, and got straight to bed. 

You didn’t want what happened yesterday to impact your experience in class so you decided to just go on like nothing happened. 

You headed to the bathroom and began going through the movements of the morning. Before you knew it you were by the building where class was held. A bit further down the sidewalk was Jim walking from the opposite direction. The both of you got to the door at the same time. He didn’t say a thing. He just gave you a polite, awkward smile as he opened the door for you. You returned the smile and walked in. Side by side you walked to the classroom. This time you opened the door for him. You watched as he entered and mentally prepared yourself to take a class. It was just the two of you in the room. You sat at the round table with your laptop in front of you trying your best to seem busy.

He broke the silence, “Did you have a nice weekend?”

You summoned a response, “Yes, actually, I was able to spend some time with myself.”

He quipped back, “Oh, I’m sure you were.” 

Your eyes widened trying to process what he said. He let out a light chuckle as another student arrived. The class was full within the next five minutes. Nadia walked in and looked between you and him. She smirked at you. The air was buzzing for the next two hours. You could cut the tension between you two if you tried hard enough. You asked and answered questions like usual. Each time you spoke he paid extra attention to you. When class ended you began gathering your things slowly, hoping you were the last in the class. Nadia leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Just don’t do it by my seat.” You gave her a light slap on the arm and she laughed. Then, it was just you and him. He approached you and spoke softly. 

“Listen, I apologize if I overstepped a boundary with the joke I made earlier. I thought it would help ease the tension if, I don’t know-“ 

“It’s alright, Professor. We’re both mature adults who can bump into each other at a sex shop and move on with our lives.” You got up ready to leave but he spoke.

“Since when am I Professor?”, he asked. 

You looked at him confused. He clarified, “Since when do you call me Professor? You never call me Professor.”

You cleared your throat, “Well I just thought we should reestablish a professional boundary since the- you know. Keep the personal and the professional separate.”

He looked at you, pensive for a moment. He moved a bit closer to you. “Well, what if we don’t keep it separate?” 

Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. “Are you serious?”

“Very.” He lowered his voice a bit and moved closer. He ran his hand down your arm.  His mouth was now near your ear. There was no chance someone else was going to hear him, but he whispered anyway. “I think you should come over tonight. If you want to.” 

“Yeah, I want to.” You mentally cursed yourself for caving in so quickly.  

“How’s seven?, he asked.

“Seven’s good.” Your head was spinning. This was happening.

“I’ll also need your number so I can send you the address.” He handed you his phone with a new contact page open. You entered it in, gave him a shy smile, and turned to leave.

He grabbed your wrist before you were able to move away from him. “By the way, leave your new purchase at home. You’re not going to need it.” 

Summoning some courage, you leaned in to kiss him. He didn’t close the gap all the way. “Let’s save it for tonight.”, he said as he pulled away. He gathered his things without looking at you and left. 

When you returned home you threw your stuff down and immediately called Nadia. “I KNEW IT!" she yelled. “I KNEW that’s why you hung back. God, it was so tense between you two.”

“You could tell?” You didn’t think it was that obvious until she chuckled and said that everyone could tell. The rest of the conversation consisted of Nadia giving you a pep talk and making her promise you’d tell her everything.  

As time passed you got more nervous. Around six you received a text from him telling you to wear something comfortable, along with his address. You sent a very quick response and, per his request, put on something comfortable. It would end up on the floor anyway. He didn’t live very far from you, which was lucky. You wondered if this would be a one-time thing. What would class be like now? I graduate soon anyway, you thought. If this all went south you could just forget it happened. You got to his apartment a couple of minutes before 7 and he let you up. When you got to the door you knocked twice and waited.

You’d never seen him so casual and… nervous. “Please, come in! You can put your things wherever you’d like,” he said. 

You looked around at his apartment. You could tell a professor lived there. Bookshelves lined the walls. On the dining table, there was a bottle of wine with two glasses. You put down your bag near the door. You didn’t know what to do with your hands. He noticed your apprehension. 

“Do you like wine? I got a nice Malbec after class today. Thought we could crack open a bottle.” 

“Yes, I’d like that very much.”

“Nerves?”

“Yeah.”, you confirmed.

“Me too. But, uh, there’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me.”

He smiled and the tension in your body slipped away. It was replaced by a sense of calm. Jim was letting you into his home, and into his life. You sat down at the table and he removed the cord from the bottle. You watched his hands work, feeling eager to get them on you. But that had to wait, he was about to take his time. He poured you and himself a glass. You sat across from him and took a sip, hoping its effects would be immediate. 

“I’m glad you came. You know, I thought you’d think I was too old for you.” And he might’ve been. Twenty years was a healthy gap but it wasn’t anything you wouldn’t indulge in. Hell, if you could, you’d date him. 

“Not at all.” You replied. “I can’t lie, I’ve been thinking about it all year.”

“About what?”, he pushed.

“About… seeing you.”

“You can say it.” He noticed your blush. 

“I want to hear you say it.”, he egged you on.

You sighed, trying to muster up the words. “I’ve been thinking about… being with you all year.”

“And doing what?”, he took another sip of his wine and raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to say it?”

“Yes.”, There was no way you would be able to admit it to him fully.

“You want your professor to fuck you. You want me to take you to my room, undress you, and take care of you better than anyone ever has.”

Your face was red. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” You drank from your glass. 

“Come here.”, he spoke softly and you got up. “Straddle me, love.” 

You sat on his lap and he looked up at you, grinning ear to ear. He brought his hand up to your neck and pulled you down to kiss him. It was brief. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. Then he kissed you again. And, again. Then, he started kissing your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as you felt him getting hard underneath you. He kissed and nipped at your skin. His hands reached the hem of your shirt and he pulled it off before you could register it happening. Once it did, you helped him out of his. 

He tapped your ass a couple times, silently saying get up. He walked you backward and pushed you up against a nearby wall. He started removing a bra strap, but you stopped him.

“Well don’t get shy on me now.”, he chuckled. “Come.” He reached out his hand and you grabbed it. He led you down the hall to his bedroom and you sat down on the bed. You took your cues from him. As he started to lean over, you began to lay down. His hand was unhooking your bra with one hand. He was finicking with it and after a few moments, it was off. The cool air hitting your nipples caused them to rise. Jim kissed you again, then kissed down your neck, and finally put his hands on you. He licked, sucked, and grabbed your breasts. 

“You’re so beautiful. Even more gorgeous than I could have imagined. Baby, I need to taste you.” 

You wanted to protest but your pants were already coming off. Your panties followed. He groaned, “Fuck, baby, all this for me?

Before you could respond he kissed the inside of your thigh, then down, down, down until he reached your pussy. You were so wet for him already. He used his fingers first, wanting to feel you first. 

“You always get this wet for your Professor?”

“Yes.”, you responded breathlessly. His fingers were moving in and out of you. Slowly at first and then faster. He hit that perfect spot each time. Then he added his mouth. This time he didn’t go slow. He was licking and sucking on your clit. You moaned out his name and he smiled. He ate you out like his life depended on it. No one had ever done this to you. No one had ever paid this much attention to your body. You were a whimpering mess. His hand found its way back to your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He then squeezed, hard, which made you load loudly. 

“Please Jim, I’m gonna cum.”, you plead. 

 He got you close to the edge and then pulled away. You whimpered at the loss of him. “Please, keep going.”

“No, if you’re gonna cum, I’m gonna be inside of you.” He took off the rest of his clothing. You moaned at the sight of him. He was right. You would never need the toy again. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you. He knew this and instead decided to tease you with his cock. He dragged it along you and tapped your clit the same way you did with your toy at home. Only this was a hundred times better.  

He nipped at your ear and whispered. “You really want it, huh?”

“Yes,” you begged “It’s all I want.” 

He grinned and entered you slowly and without warning. Your jaw dropped slightly. You couldn’t even make a sound, you were too busy with the feeling of him filling you up entirely. He let out a sigh and grabbed your chin.

“Look at me. Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you.” You did as he said. He started to pick up the pace. He was making this intimate. He caressed your face and made almost as much noise as you did. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl, following directions. Ready for another one?” You nodded. 

“Get on top. Sit down on my cock.” You started moving before he even finished his sentence. There was no room for shyness anymore. He sat up against the headboard as you sunk down on him; the new angle was doing wonders for the both of you. He thrusted up, wanting to feel more of you. He held you close to him as you began to ride him. 

“You sure know how to treat a girl, Professor.”, you said breathlessly.

He chuckled and kissed you. “You sure know how to treat your Professor. You’re being so good for me. Such a good girl.”

His hand found its way back to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles. He wanted to make sure you came first.

And you did.

It came in waves. You felt it build up and told him you were close. Then, you fell apart. You pulled him close and kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you came. 

“That’s it, baby. So, so good for me. God, such a pretty little thing.“ He took control, holding you up and thrusting into you. The sensation was almost too much to bear. 

“Where do you want it.”, he asked.

“Inside. Please. I’m on the-“

“Are you sure, love?” You could tell he couldn’t wait any longer. 

You begged, “Yes. Yes, I am, just please cum inside me.”

And he did.

He filled you to the brim. You felt him twitch inside of you as his hips stuttered. He held onto you so tightly you were sure it would leave marks. You were both breathing hard. He stayed inside of you and held you against him. He put his forehead against yours as you regained your breath. 

He kissed you again, this time not wanting to pull away. But, you did. You pulled yourself off of him and laid down as the realization of what you did started sinking in. He lied down next to you and stared at the ceiling.

Silence. And after a few moments, you turned your head and spoke.

“So, is this it?” It came out more timid than you would have liked it to. 

He gave you a look you couldn’t quite place and after a moment he said, “Oh, love, you’re mine now.”

#jim the delinquent season x reader #jim delinquent season #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #jim delinquent season x reader #jim delinquent season x f!reader #professor!jim x reader #i proofread this but no one is perfect #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy #annie writes

[guzzlingplastic111]

Missed Ya' :)

Hazel Callahan x you

takes place in Bottoms film, a short little work

Summary: you and hazel used to to be super close in middle school and liked each other. You had to move away cuz of your family getting a new job. Hazel thought she’d never see you again

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It was strange to be back. 

Originally, you didn’t plan to attend the fair held every year to kick off the new school year, but Pj practically begged you. She guilt tripped you. And to be fair, an upset Pj would cost you a subtle entrance in school, hoping to blend right away into the school. So, there you were, walking into the fair with Pj and her best friend Josie, talking about how it was their year. As far as you could remember, Josie had always had a crush on Isabel, and you figured that if you ever came back, the two would be smitten for each other. But that wasn’t the case. 

And there you were, watching the two girls check out the cheerleaders, planning their next move when suddenly, someone jumped in front of them, blocking their view. 

“Hey guys,” the girl greeted. 

You squinted, trying to figure out what it was about the girl’s shaggy cut and masculine sense of style was so familiar to you. 

“Hey Hazel,” Pj greeted, not bothering to hide her annoyance. 

Hazel? 

You squinted even more, thankful that you were mostly covered by Josie’s tall body. It was hard to recognize Hazel after years of not seeing her. Gradually, her face has begun to fade from memory years after the move, the only thing you had was a fuzzy remembrance of how she looked which was definitely much different from now. 

Her blue eyes sparkled with the reflection of the fair lights, the silver chains winking at her. Hazel’s hair has been grown and styled into a shaggy cut, the layers framing her face. 

“Hazel,” you found yourself saying, walking around Josie with a smile. Something fluttered in your stomach as her eyes landed on you. 

Hazel’s lips slowly spread into a smile as she eyed you up and down. 

“Oh, you remember Hazel right?” Pj turned to you, noticing the pink tint on your face. She raised both of her eyebrows and turned to Josie 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

~ ~ ~

“Hey,” Hazel greeted, jumping up beside you as you both walked to Mr.G’s classroom. 

“Hey,” you replied, just missing how she nervously played with the straps of her backpack. 

“How’ve you been?” She asked. 

“I’ve been good,” you smiled, looking over at her “missed ya,” 

“Oh,” her eyes widened as she looked away, hiding a blush. 

You chuckled, nudging her playfully “what? You didn’t miss me?” 

“No…no no I did! It’s nice having you back.” 

“Yeah, feels good” you paused, waking over to a picture that has Jeff, the star football player on it shirtless with the caption of ‘let’s get horny’

You frowned “although this place was much weirder than I expected” 

Hazel laughed along “yeeeah” 

You laughed along with her, continuing on your way to class. Hazel followed behind you. 

“Um, hey, if you don’t mind me asking,” Hazel paused, becoming more nervous with your eye contact, she looked down “did…did you date anyone at your other school?” 

Your heart fluttered at her question. It seemed that the only reason Hazel could ask was because she was interested. You did your best to smother the growing smile on your face. You forced yourself to be cool.

Hazel could also just be asking because you were gone for so long. She had been doing over the past couple of days, sitting with her at lunch with Pj and Josie, asking her questions of what she had done of the past couple of years. You slowly learned things about her along the way too. Apparently, Hazel now knew Taekwondo and how to build bombs. Where did she learn that? You didn’t want to know.

“No,” you replied, smothering down a smile “why do you want to know?” 

Hazel scrunched up her pretty pink lips, trying to find the right excuse. You let your eyes linger on her lips while she struggled to find the right words, breaking away when her blue eyes found yours. 

“I…uhh” she stared at you, knowing that she was too far in to even lie. “I just… haven’t seen you for a while and I wanted to- fuck it” 

Your eyes widened with surprise as Hazel suddenly cupped your face with her hands and pulled you in for a kiss. You gasped at the feeling of her cool lips against yours, chapstick flavors mixing in that bit of exchanged contact. Hazel moved her lips against your own, determined to feel every centimeter of them. Fireworks exploded in your stomach, as your eyes fluttered shut. You threaded your arms around her neck, pulling your body closer to hers. After a moment, you both pulled away. 

“Missed me that much huh?” You giggled, moving your arms back to your side. Hazel looked away, suddenly shy. 

“Shut up.” 

“So, you gonna take me on a date?” You cheekily smiled at her before tossing your hair over your shoulder and shrugging “since, you know, you missed me so much” 

Hazel rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, swinging it. You both continued walking, giddy from the kiss. 

“Yeah,” hazel replied after a moment “how does seven work?” 

#hazel callahan #bottoms movie #bottoms movie 2023 #ruby cruz #bottoms 2023 #havana rose liu #josie bottoms #lesbian #wlw #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan x reader #hazel from bottoms

[sunnys-out]

Dance the Night | Lucy Bronze

A/N: Based on this request. Please enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, I am actually going to have a FaceTime date with my own Northern English, defender this Sunday so wish me luck :)

Also, I imagine that these are the types of dance covers that you would post on Tik Tok btw.

Word count: 2823

Warnings: Suggestive themes/statements

Baby, you can find me under the lights

Diamonds under my eyes

Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just

Come along for the ride?

Oh, my outfit is so tight

You can see my heartbeat tonight

I can take the heat, baby, best believe

That's the moment I shine

Lucy and I had the shared experience of playing in an American university. The only difference was that UC Berkeley was my home for my time there. 

One of the things that I did during my four years at Cal that made them special and even was something that people loved learning about me was that I was also a part of a dance group whilst playing football. When I was in America, I found that dance was a good way to maintain my cardio and it was a fun way to keep my mind off of football for a bit. I used to do ballet as a kid and did some hip-hop dancing as I grew older so it was not something too out of the ordinary. 

Even though football was my true calling, that did not stop me from dancing in the locker rooms before games, and posting little dance covers on Tik Tok during camps at the behest of Mary Earps.  The only reason that the fans got wind of the fact that I’m that teammate constantly dancing was because of Lucy, who was filming one time before we played in a friendly against Germany and posting it on Instagram. She says that I didn’t pull her immediately that day but I know Lucy and I saw the way she watched me behind the phone as I danced to Work Out by J. Cole.

During the Euros, it became a thing, I guess, for the main Lionesses Instagram to post my pregame dances in the locker room. One of those I ended up teaching Miss Lucy Bronze how to slow dance which turned into a faster dance much to Lucy’s dismay. Lucy twirling me into a hold was the focal point of the video and I get why this one became a fan favorite and material for loads of couple edits of us. 

The caption of said post, “@bbcstrictly @y/n is waiting for her call-up! 👀” 

Of course I commented, “@y/n: @bbcstrictly ok but actually I would be down, I love love love the show 💃🙏” 

Post win at the Euros, I was getting a call from the producers of Strictly Come Dancing to perform a one-time, special dance. They said that it was some kind of honoring fit for a new European champion.

I worked it out with my management that it would definitely be something that I could do after the World Cup since that was my next objective after a successful Euros run. 

During the off time in the World Cup, I found myself talking to the producers as they had ideas of the performance and the choreography that would go with it. So, sometimes I would have to deny a walk with Lucy to figure out some logistics. I was met with a small but still visible pout from Lucy as she only nodded and would call up Jordan to take my place.

My attention was monopolized once we finalized what song and choreography we were aiming for and of course my new dance partner. I didn’t really know the guy but apparently he was on a reality show and all the girls were after him. The only taste of reality shows that I had was occasionally watching Love Island over Rachel and Millie’s shoulders on bus rides to games. I did not understand at all what went on but the drama was entertaining from what I saw. 

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“So, you’re not going to tell me the name of the song you will be dancing to?” Lucy said as she remained sitting on the hotel bed as she watched me change into something nicer than the training set I had been in all day. Eyes trained on me the whole time. 

“Nope, it’s a surprise, baby. Sworn to secrecy anyways” I said as I got ready for our walk.

Lucy frowned as she started scratching her neck “well at least show me who you are going to be dancing with, like what if it’s a weirdo you know?” 

I comply and give her my phone after I look up the name of the guy they had paired me up with. 

“Not too bad looking right?” I tease, as I put on some dunks and ask for my phone back.

Lucy raised an eyebrow and laughed a little, “I know I can’t dance like you but ya think it’s too late to ask if I could be your dance partner?”

Now it was my turn to laugh, “don’t be jealous baby, now let’s get going there is a cafe with a chocolate pastry I wanted to try!” 

I pulled her up ignoring the small pout and muttering “ ‘m not jealous” as I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and dragged her out of the door.

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After our loss at the World Cup final and a lot of tearful goodbyes to the other girls, Lucy and I made our way back to Barcelona and just took some time to decompress. 

One of Lucy’s favorite things to wake up to was seeing me in the kitchen making myself breakfast, dancing in silence with my airpods in my ears without a care in the world. 

This particular Saturday morning, however, she was confused because instead of a loose, messy  bun, my hair was brushed and down. 

Instead of one of my old, English training shirts, I was in a lilac crop top and denim shorts that showed off my legs and not my old PSG shorts. 

As she got closer, the smell of her favorite perfume on me hit her nose, suddenly Lucy stood there wondering what day it was and did she fuck up and forgot some anniversary. 

As I turned to go to our fridge to pull out the water pitcher, I caught sight of Lucy just standing by the kitchen island. 

“Baby, you know it’s rude to stare” I tease and followed up with a quick kiss on her cheek “Good Morning, sleepy head”

Lucy remained silent for a beat before going, “Why are you all dressed up on a Saturday morning?...Did I forget something?” 

She rubbed her eyes, lifting her clear glasses as she did so.

“Nope, our anniversary is still Bastille day, uh my birthday hasn’t changed and yours is still in October” I listed them off on my fingers and then continued as if I didn’t leave Lucy even more confused as I began cleaning the counter. 

A pair of arms wrapped around me stopping me in my tracks as Lucy burrowed her head into my neck taking in the perfume I wore. 

“Then will Miss L/N tell me where she is going dressed like this, hm?” She mumbled as she placed a chaste kiss on my neck.

“Going to get lunch with…ugh what was his name? The one I'm going to be dancing with for Strictly Dancing, baby” I say, nonchalantly, a smirk creeping at my mouth as I felt Lucy’s arms tighten around me and her mouth getting close to my ear.

Lucy did not show jealousy often but I loved it when she did. I loved teasing her but she would always dismiss it saying that she knew that I was hers so why should she worry.  But the tone of her voice gave her away. 

“Oh really?” She says softly in my ear before turning me around my back to the countertop now. My face remained unfazed as I nodded, even though I was loving everything about the interaction.

“Yes?” I nod over to the other counter across from me. “I made you some breakfast so ya don’t miss me too much, even cut you some fruit”. 

The softness and nonchalant nature of my voice made her jaw tightened a bit. 

“Want me to go with you?” she said not letting me go, still caging me in against the counter.

I thought for a moment and then shook my head “no” and simply replied.

“I’m a big girl. Don’t you worry, Lucia” My eyebrows raised slightly as Lucy pulled back.  

Lucy moves her arms back to her side, “Fine, but I’m driving you” 

She did end up driving me to the little brunch place and ignored my “protests” of “you don’t have to walk me to the restaurant, Luce” as she held me tightly at the waist, her hand possessively on the bare skin on my waist.

I let myself out of Lucy’s hold as I introduced myself to my dance partner. He truly was the object of every other girls dream…just not mine. He wasn’t unattractive at all. Even though Lucy came literally holding me at the waist, it didn’t stop my dance partner from subtly looking me up at down.

“Well, it’s great to meet a Euro Champion and a world cup finalist, (y/n)” he said avoiding Lucy’s glare through her sunglasses. 

I stop him and laughed, “well technically two, this is Lucy Bronze, my partner, she was just dropping me off” 

Lucy only extends her hand out to the guy and firmly shakes his hand and mutters out “pleasure”.

The guy only nods “well, I’ll make sure she gets home safely”.

I hide the smile on my face when I saw Lucy, still holding his hand, say bluntly. 

“Oh? No, I’ll be picking her up, don’t you worry” the guy’s hand falling limp as she let’s go. 

I give Lucy a hug and planned to just give her a quick kiss on the cheek but she pulled me closer to her by the waist and gave me a slow kiss on the lips,

Before I pull away, she whispered quietly in my ear, “just wanted to make sure he knows who you're coming home to”

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The little brunch outing was interesting to say the least. The boy was bold given Lucy did stare him down when she picked me up like she promised. Especially as we left the restaurant but I, kindly, avoided his “subtle” advances of him trying to lead me to Lucy’s car. 

What had been discussed about the dance and from what I could see is that I would be the main focal point and he would be, for lack of a better term, an accessory. I, of course, would not be telling Lucy that immediately, I was very much enjoying the attention she was giving me. 

It being essentially a solo dance made it easier since I have training and I wouldn't have to rely on someone else to also learn the choreography…which allowed for me to work on a little surprise for Lucy with my extra free time. 

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“Baby, can you help me with something?” I yelled down the hall of our shared apartment.

Lucy came in shortly with a raised eyebrow “ yeah what’s up?”

“Remember how you said that you wanted to be my dance partner instead of what’s his face?” I say as I move some of our furniture out of the way to make space in the middle all while trying to not hit Narla in the process. 

Lucy looked at me confused and with a laugh said, “I never said that…what’d you need though?”

I grab her hands and pull her to the middle of our living room “Well can you be my dance partner? You know with all the training and all I can’t really practice the choreo with him…so you want to help me?”

Lucy smiled and nodded as she pulled me closer to her and gave me a twirl “Ok, miss l/n, lead on”

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My, sweet, Lucia can be a wonderful dancer when she puts time into in. She followed my direction even though the “quick movements of the dance” were something she would have to get used to but eventually after a couple of weeks. She was able to fluidly hold me and move with me.

Narla definitely got a kick out of her two moms doing something akin to the salsa in the living room. I would say Lucy, even with the groans and complaints, secretly, enjoyed it as well.

The day of filming came quickly and out of nowhere and we were filming it in the streets of Barcelona; there was just no way we would be able to fly to England and back, especially with pre-season and games starting. 

I just want to give a special thank you to M&S for giving Lucy that outfit she wore during that one photoshoot we had with England, honestly, doing the Lord’s work. I had subtly asked that I would love to see her wear it again and again subtly suggested she wear it to the Strictly Dancing shoot and I just love it when she listens to me.

Luce was behind the cameras and chatted with the producers as they waited for me to come out of the dressing room ready to film.

As I was led out with my hand loosely in my dance partner’s I reveled the intensity of Lucy’s stare. 

Why? 

Well I had a silver, fringe dress with an open back and the dress came up to my mid thigh and matching high heels  and, well the fact, my dance partner was trying ever so slightly to get closer to me as we were speaking with the director. 

As we got into position, center “stage” in the streets of Barcelona, I look over to Lucy and give a quick wink to her. 

“Dance the Night by Dua Lipa” started to play on the set.  I began moving quickly and sensually and interacting very little with my partner. The fringe of the dress definitely did not leave much to the imagination. There were parts where his hand would find my waist but those lasted only a few seconds.

Lucy watched, not letting me escape her sight and hid her frown as she noted the times my dance partner would slow the movements of his hands once they reached my waist or when he looked me over as I danced a little ahead of him. 

We did not anticipate it being a one take but it was something that I wanted as it was more real in a way. As the music faded and the host came onto the stage to interview me, I caught Lucy in the corner of my eye, and she was smiling so big and visibly more relaxed.

“(y/n), so happy you could be here and we are just so happy to celebrate you and your achievements. How does it feel?” I hold the microphone, still catching my breath

“I loved this to be honest, love the show, and dancing is just something that I enjoy other than football. Uh, it’s definitely been some time since I’ve performed at this scale but it was absolutely a treat, thank you all for inviting me” I said gesturing to the crew members.

“Well, again we are happy to be a part of this and we know that another Euro Champions is in our midst, and I know that you had a little something prepared for the both of you?” The cameras now focused on a very confused Lucy.

I laugh and continue, “Yes, Miss Bronze, she thinks she has been helping me practice for this sole performance but we were actually going to dance together as well, come on babe” I gesture for her to come onto the stage.

The interviewer walks off announcing, “and now for a special dance by  the Euro Champions and World Cup Finalists choreographed by Miss (y/n) (l/n)”.

Lucy finally reached me and whispered, “You little sneak,you planned this didn’t you?” 

I only wink and immediately pushed Lucy into position like we have been doing at home in our living room.

“Maybe~”  The music restarted and Lucy with the biggest smile on her face did everything perfectly. There were some slips in the movement but they were replaced with laughter as Lucy held onto me tightly as the music faded.

She hugged me tightly whispering, “Im so proud of you” her hands finding their place at my hips.

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips as we both ignored the claps from the crew members. 

“So…would it be wrong to ask if you can keep the dress?” I smack her slightly at the question.

I give her a knowing smile, “Dress is mine to keep, but I don’t want to keep it on for too long, Miss Lucia Bronze”

I have never seen Lucy excuse herself, thank all the crew members and wish everyone a wonderful weekend so quickly before carrying me off the set in the midst of a fit of laughter. 

Let’s just say that these scenes from the recording quickly overtook the locker room dance in edits and well it was all worth the teasing from our teammates when it finally aired. 

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[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

hiiii, I love your content

Can I request a angst that go into fluff that go into soft smut hehehehe….where the reader is feeling insecure about her body and her disability which deafness so she wears hearing aids and one of the day she was looking through social media and saw hurtful comments on a post of her and Henry at some premier and Henry just cuddle her in love and yeah heheh

Thank you!!

Broken but Beautiful

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You have a hearing disability and get trolled by fans after a public appearance with Henry

Warning: Angst, fluff, hearing disability, graphic description of panic attack, depression, PTSD, stress, anxiety, trolling, cyberbullying, dom male, sly smut, PIV sex, vanilla

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You sit by the giant glass window, curled up under a soft blanket, listening to the gentle pitter-patter of the rain outside. You loved sitting by this window and watching the rain fall on the expansive garden. It's a calming sound, one that usually puts your mind at ease. But today, your peaceful moment is shattered by the cruel words of strangers on the internet.

You had been checking Twitter to see what people had to say about you and Henry's recent public appearance, hoping for some positive comments. You both had finally publicly spoken about your relationship, and you were worried about what his fans had to say about you. Although, Henry had already anticipated the impact this would bring to you, especially because you were a non celebrity girl, but it was essential for the two of you. You found some really supportive comments and were living your dream, but very quickly you met with your worst nightmare, a barrage of hateful messages and cruel memes, all directed at you and your hearing disability.

"Who would want to date a deaf girl?"

"It must be hard for Henry to communicate in sign."

"Bro the woman would find so hard to enjoy his husky deep voice lol"

"It's like dating one of those dolls which sing an 80's pop every time you tap the botton behind her ear. Lmao"

"She be making me him scream at night. Literally. ~ Louder Henry Louder!!"

"Bro's lucky in a way. He can scream, shout, and party till late while gaming and his woman won't know a thing."

The comments cut like a knife, each one reopening old wounds and insecurities. You know that your hearing aid makes you different, that it's something that sets you apart from others. But you never expected people to be so cruel about it. Not now. It wasn't highschool anymore. You were very young, a teenager, when you were riding home with your friend from school and her dad lost control of the car, causing the car to crash. Although, everyone had small bruises, and your friend broke a bone, you had a major impact on your left ear, damaging your insides. This led you to have a partial hearing disability permanently in your left ear, bounding you to a hearing aids' mercy forever. This did affect your adolescent massively, as you faced a lot of bullying and discouragement. But when you met Henry, a year and half ago, it didn't matter. You were a grown woman now, and this was just another accessory to your life like your phone. You did have some insecurities coming into a relationship with him, but he never made you feel like you had a disability, or addressed it like it was different to him in any way. In fact, he explained how it is simply the most normal thing, and is just like him wearing his contact lenses or glasses.

The memes are even worse. Some show Henry doing exaggerated gestures with his hands, with captions like "When you have to talk to your girlfriend in sign language." Others depict you as sitting unaffected with a moaning noise in the background, insinuating Henry cheating on you and you not finding out because of your disability.

It's all too much to bear. You feel like you're suffocating under the weight of the negativity. The tears come hot and fast, blurring your vision as you scroll through the endless stream of hateful comments. You can't help but wonder if Henry is regretting his decision to be with you. Maybe he's tired of having to repeat everything twice, or of having to speak slower so you can read his lips, every time you take the aid out. Maybe he's starting to think that you're in too much trouble, that he could find someone else who doesn't come with all this baggage. The thought makes your chest ache with a pain that's all too familiar. It's the same feeling you had after the accident that left you with your hearing loss, when you thought your life was over before it even began. You close your eyes, trying to shut out the noise of the rain and the hateful voices in your head, but it's no use. The darkness closes in around you, and you feel yourself slipping deeper into the abyss of your own despair.

You'rel sitting still, hugging your knees to your chest, as the raindrops keep tapping on the window. Soon, your body is shaking with sobs, and your chest feels like it's about to explode. You're clutching your phone so tightly, your knuckles turn white, scrolling through the horrible comments about you and Henry. Your heart is pounding so hard, you can feel it in your ears, and your breathing becomes shallow and rapid. You try to take a deep breaths, but it catches in your throat, and suddenly, you can't breathe. You gasp for air, but it's like someone is sitting on your chest, suffocating you. Panic takes over your body, and you feel like you're losing control. Tears are streaming down your face, and you can't seem to stop them. You feel like you're drowning, and you need air. You try to get up, but your legs give out, and you fall to the floor, hitting the wall hard. It hurts, but you don't care. You're beyond pain at this point.

Your hands are shaking so badly, you can barely hold yourself up. You hit the wall again, and again, and again, as if that could somehow make the panic go away. But it doesn't. It just makes your hands hurt, and your head feels dizzy. You start to pull at your own hair, feeling like you're losing your mind. You want to scream, but nothing comes out. You're trapped in your own body, and it's terrifying. You try to calm down, but the panic just keeps getting worse. Your vision starts to blur, and you feel like you're going to pass out. You don't want to, but you can't seem to stop it. You feel like you're falling into a deep hole, and you can't grab onto anything to pull yourself out. The last thing you remember is the raindrops tapping against the window, as you lay there, helpless and broken, before passing out right there on the floor.

An hour later, Henry finally came home and unlocked the door. He stepped inside the house, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he kicked off his shoes and took a deep breath. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to spending the evening with you, enjoying some wine and your company. "Honey!" He said his voice roaring in the house. Usually, you'd come running to him by this time, but he didn't see a sign of you. He thought you were probably in the loo, so he headed straight for the bedroom, box of chocolates and bottle of wine in hand, hoping to surprise you.

But as he entered the room, he realized that something was wrong. You were nowhere to be seen. The bathroom door was open, and when he checked, you weren't there as well. "Babe?" He called out to you, but there was no response. You never left the house without informing him of your whereabouts, and especially not in a weather that bad. He searched all the rooms, growing increasingly worried as each one turned up empty. Finally, he decided to give you a call and heard the faint sound of ringing, and followed it downstairs to the back room.

There, he saw you lying on the floor next to the patio window, passed out. "Baby? Fuck!" He said his heart sank at the sight of you. He rushed over to you, removing the blanket, as he picked you up in his arms. You were so still, it was as if you weren't even breathing. Henry felt his heart rate increase with fear, as he tried to wake you up, but you remained unresponsive. "God baby wake up, what happened here?" He decided to try and bring you to senses with some water, and ran to the kitchen to grab a glass. When he returned, he sprinkled a few drops onto your face. Slowly, your eyelids fluttering open, as you murmured his name. Henry felt a rush of relief, holding you close and running his fingers through her hair. "Oh thank God baby." He said kissing your head. He knew this had happened to you before. Every time you would stress out too much, you passed out. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed. As you slowly regained your bearings, he sat down beside you, holding your hand.

"What happened, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice full of concern as he rubbed circles in your hands. You explained everything to him through tears, how the comments about your hearing disability had sent you into a tailspin. Henry's blood boiled with anger as you recounted some of the cruel and hurtful things people had said. He hated this. He in fact blamed himself for it. If it wasn't for him being so famous, he could have had a normal life, and give a normal one to his family too. His popularity always kept him and his loved ones under a microscope, and one could survive only if they grow a thick skin like he did. He knew this was hitting you and would hurt you, and now he regretted announcing the relationship, seeing you like this. He hoped that people would at least have some decency, but he was wrong. The world was filled with monsters and he couldn't protect his girlfriend from them. "I am so sorry baby." He said barely over a whisper pulling you in his lap.

"Those people are just cowards hiding behind their screens," he said, trying to comfort you. "They don't know you, they don't understand what you've been through, and they definitely don't deserve to make you feel this way." He added running his hands through your hair as you sniffled, and he wiped away her tears. "I just feel so insecure about it sometimes, like it's something that makes me less than everyone else."

Henry shook his head, pulling you into a tight embrace. "No, baby girl. It's the opposite. Your hearing aid is a symbol of your strength and resilience, a testament to the fact that you've overcome obstacles that would have defeated most people. And as for those people online, they don't know anything about you. They don't know how beautiful, smart, and amazing you are. So they don't get to make you feel this way. I am sorry, I couldn't protect you from this." He said the last part, laced with guilt. "Plus it's a very normal thing. It's like me wearing contacts because I'm literally blind without my glasses. Jeez. I'm actually frustrated with what people get up to in their time and call others out on the most unexisting things." He said sounding very frustrated at this point. You looked up at him, your eyes shining with tears. "Thank you, Henry. I don't know what I'd do without you, and no this is not your fault. You can't change the world, and it is filled with horrible people. You cannot be accountable for every single one of them" He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You don't have to do anything without me. I'm here, always. And I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in, pressing his lips to your in a gentle kiss. "I know I'm broken, but you make me feel so beautiful and whole" You say melting into his embrace, feeling safe and loved in his arms. "Shhh baby, you're not broken. You're just beautiful. My sweet, beautiful, and intelligent princess. You mean the world to me, and I'm pretty sure my world is all round and beautiful and perfect." He said chuckling and making you laugh. In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you belonged.

A while later, you feel Henry's arms wrap around you as he holds you close, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, as you both cuddle on the bed after a long day. You lean into him, feeling his warmth and strength as he holds you tightly. He pours some more wine into your glass, holding it up to your lips, encouraging you to take a sip. "Here baby, take some more" he said gently as you hold the glass. "Mmm are you trying to get me drunk Mr Cavill?" You asked chuckling as he simply just shrugs and smirks. As you sit in his lap, you squirm a little as he kisses your shoulder. You can feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His touch is gentle and loving, and you can feel the tension slowly melting away as he continues to kiss you. He pulls the sleeves of his t-shirt that you wore, down a little and whispers in your ear, "Baby do you know how beautiful you are? Mm?" He says in his deep raspy voice. You feel your cheeks flush as he continues to shower you with compliments, telling you how much he appreciates you and how much you mean to him.

He takes the glass from your hand and turns you around to face him, his eyes locking onto yours as he leans in to kiss you deeply. You can feel the passion and love in his kiss, and you respond eagerly, your body pressing against his as your lips meet in a fiery embrace. As the kiss deepens, you can feel your bodies entwining, your hands exploring each other's bodies with newfound passion. You feel Henry's hands on your back, pulling you closer to him as he continues to kiss you deeply. As the heat between you intensifies, you lose yourself in the moment, forgetting all of your worries and insecurities as you become one with Henry. You feel his love and devotion in every touch, every kiss, and every caress, and you know that you are exactly where you are meant to be. He swiftly enters you and lays you down, gently pounding into you not once breaking the kiss completely. He slowly picks up the pace and starts to make you feel like you're the only person that matters. "Mmm fuck my sweet princess. You're so fucking beautiful. I love you" He said biting your lip in a hard kiss as you feel yourself coming hard digging your nails in his flesh, as he fills you up. "MmI love you more Hen" you say enjoying the sweetness of this euphoric bliss. In that moment, nothing else mattered. You lay in his arms, as you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. You know that there will be more challenges and struggles ahead, but you also know that you will face them together, with his love and support guiding your way.

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A/N: I hope you liked it! <3

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IN THE MIDDLE

A/N: this is my thank you for 12k followers!! it's not much, not long, but it's all i had time for, i hope you guys will enjoy it and thank you so much for all your support!!💜

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

PAIRING: Harry x Famous!Reader

SUMMARY: You have different beliefs about marriage, but you end up meeting in the middle.

MASTERLIST | SUPPORT ME!

The audience laughs at another chaotic, funny answer Harry just gave to Jimmy’s question about an incident that happened during one of his shows recently. They have been talking about tour and music, mostly because that’s why Harry is a guest on the show, to promote his tour and latest album. But of course, the conversation will flow elsewhere as well.

“I’m gonna need to join you on tour sometime to witness these,” Jimmy chuckles. “Alright, I have something that I really want to ask you and I believe everyone else wants to know about it too.”

“Alright, ask it,” Harry nods with a serious look.

“It’s about one of your recent Instagram posts,” Jimmy says and holds up a printed version of the photo Harry posted a few weeks ago, one that practically broke the internet.

In the photo he is seen with you, his longtime girlfriend, the shot captured a moment when the two of you were dancing at a wedding, you were kissing just a moment before the picture, but Harry tickled your side so you both started laughing, your teeth touching and that’s exactly when the photographer caught you.

It’s the first ever time Harry has posted you on his social media, but it was a special occasion.

“You posted it not long ago, right?” Jimmy asks, taking a look at the photo too.

“Yes,” Harry nods again.

“This is you and Y/N Y/L/N, right? Who you are dating.”

Harry can’t even answer before the audience starts cheering and screaming at the statement, making him blush as he laughs.

“Yeah, that is right,” he confirms, earning another round of screaming.

He is known to keep his love life private and that’s something you share with him. Rumors only surfaced about the two of you a year after you started dating and there hasn’t been much information about your relationship ever since. Just a couple of grainy paparazzi pictures, some stolen glances at award shows and gossips every few months from random sources. That’s why Harry’s post was a total shock to the world, no one was expecting it.

“So the caption reads: Five years of the purest love,” Jimmy reads and Harry blushes some more, even though he wrote those words. “So you guys were celebrating your five year anniversary?”

“Well, not on the day the picture was taken, but yes. We recently had our anniversary,” Harry confirms, his eyes wandering to the picture, his heart skipping a beat even just thinking about you.

“Five years! Wow! Congratulations you guys!”

“Thank you,” Harry chuckles.

“Can I ask how the two of you met?”

“Through a mutual friend. I was in LA for a few weeks and got invited over for a dinner party and she was there too. I guess we just hit it off right then and there,” he thinks back at the first time he finally met you after crushing on your for probably an entire year, watching all your movies and shows.

“Was it a set up? Or you guys just found each other?”

“Don’t think it was planned, but who knows,” he shrugs smirking.

“I get it, I get it. So five years. That’s a long time, are you planning the next step maybe?” Jimmy implies, clearly wanting to know if he plans to propose to you.

“Uh, well, it’s a complicated situation,” Harry admits with a breathy laugh. “And if you want a straight forward answer, there probably won’t be a wedding.”

“Oh,” Jimmy’s eyes widen. “Is there a specific reason?”

Harry knew he would be asked about you and you discussed how much you both feel comfortable with sharing, so it’s no surprise to him. Posting the picture you knew people would want to know more and you agreed that after five years of keeping silent, you could give the world a little something.

“It’s simply because Y/N doesn’t want to get married. Not just with me, she generally doesn’t want to get married. It’s something we talked about very early in our relationship, because she didn’t want it to cause any problem later on.”

“So this is a decision she made, regardless of you or any other man?” Jimmy asks to clear things up.

“Exactly,” Harry nods. “And I’m gonna be honest, at first it was hard for me to accept. I like to think of myself as a traditional guy when it comes to family. I always saw myself getting married, having kids, you know, the usual things,” he explains and Jimmy nods. “So when she told me she doesn’t want to get married, my whole plan got messed up.”

“Did she tell you why she made this decision?”

“She is quite spiritual in a way where she doesn’t believe that feelings need to be officiated like this. With a paper, I mean. She explained to me that for her it’s more important to find the love she’d been looking for and keep it, but not with having a wedding and legalize her relationship. At first I didn’t understand it fully, but now I do and I realized that she is right. A wedding and a paper won’t do anything. We need to work on our relationship, put time and effort into it, take care of each other and ourselves, that’s what matters.”

“I genuinely agree with you,” Jimmy nods as the audience starts clapping in awe of his word. “So I guess you accepted her decision about marriage?”

“Yeah. If I get to be with her for the rest of my life, I don’t need a paper about it, I need her and her love.”

“I feel like your words are straight out of one of your love songs,” Jimmy chuckles.

“I guess,” Harry nods grinning.

“So no wedding, just love.”

“Yeah, we decided to meet in the middle.”

“Please welcome Y/N YL/N!” Jimmy announces before you walk out and wave around for the cheering audience before approaching the host. You share two kisses on the face and he helps you up on the few small steps before you take your seat in the armchair. “Y/N, it’s so good to see you again!”

“Thank you, nice to see you too, it’s been a while!” you smile at him, fixing your dress discreetly.

“You look amazing as always, I love this dress!” he enthuses.

“Thank you! A friend of mine is trying herself out at fashion, it’s her creation!” you smile proudly.

“Wow, amazing! And I’m sorry, but I can’t just ignore that massive rock on your finger!” Jimmy points it out and you smile down at your hand shyly. There is indeed a diamond ring sitting on your finger, shining brightly in the spotlight.

“Yeah…” you sigh dreamily as you hold up your hand so the audience can get a better glimpse of it, one of the cameras even zoom in on the jewelry.

“How did that happen?” Jimmy gapes. “I mean, a year ago Harry was right here, on the show and he told me how you never want to get married. What changed?”

“Well,” you chuckle, “a lot has changed,” you tell him. “As many of you guys know we welcomed our baby earlier this year.”

The audience screams at your words, though it hasn’t been a secret, not since the two of you were caught on a walk with your daughter in the stroller. That was two months after she was born, you laid low until then and you even managed to keep your pregnancy a secret up until the eighth month. What’s funny is that you were already pregnant when Harry came on the show a year ago, you found out just days after your fifth anniversary and his post was actually his way of expressing how happy he is with you, without letting the rest of the world know what was actually happening in your life.

“Ah yes! Your baby, congratulations!” Jimmy cheers in excitement.

“Thank you. That’s been quite the change.”

“So you changed your mind about marriage?”

“No,” you shake your head, confusing the host. “I still don’t want to get married. I still think that to love each other, we don’t have to throw a wedding and sign a paper, declaring our love. It’s in the acts, the way we live, it’s everywhere, but not in the legal documents.”

“Okay, but then why is there a ring?” Jimmy asks curiously.

“Well, I thought about how Harry gave up his dream of marrying someone for me. And when we had our daughter it just let me experience such a whole new version of love, that it inspired me to do something for him. I knew that he liked the traditional things, so we had a talk and I agreed to get engaged,” you explain. “We are never gonna get married, but he got to propose to me, I could say yes to him and I see the way his eyes bright up when he sees the ring on my finger, it means a lot to him, so I’m glad we could compromise.”

“That is so beautiful,” Jimmy sighs dreamily. “How did he ask you?”

“He asked me exactly where we first met,” you say smiling. “We were invited to dinner at our friend’s place again, I didn’t think anything of it, but apparently, it was all planned out. The view of the balcony is just amazing there and he had it decorated with fairy lights and candles, it was like in a movie.”

“He is a true romantic,” Jimmy smiles back at you. “I’m happy for you guys, congratulations, on the baby and the engagement too. I’m so glad you found each other.”

“Thank you. I’m glad too and I’m happy that we could meet in the middle as well.”

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[applejuicefruit]

hey, could you do one of Oliver giroud, with an age difference ( reader 23/24 ) where the reader feels insecure about her relationship with Oliver, and thinks he is only with her for sex, one day she will leave and go get drunk, and when she comes home Oliver will try to take care of her and she will say she feels/or thinks he is only with her for sex, that when he gets tired of her he will leave her for someone else and other things, and then Oliver will comforting her and making sure she's the only one for him and that he's not just with her for sex, and they'll talk about it and in the end, everything works out (sorry if it's confusing)

I love Olivier please send me more requests!

Olivier Giroud x reader

Daddy issues

Doubts started filling your mind when you read all the comments on your recent post with Olivier. It was a simple selfie with a simple heart in the caption, nothing wrong you thought. But all the mean comments made you feel insecure of your relationship.

“He’s dating her only for the sex, he doesn’t really love her” someone said.

“I bet she’s good in bed” someone else said.

“Poor thing, she really thinks he loves her?” another one said. You’ve been only dating for a year and you remember when you started dating you both were on the cover of every gossip magazine in Italy. Mostly because you were only 23 and he was 36 so people assumed you were dating him just or fame and money but you really loved him, with all of your heart but of course, they don’t care about that.

So now you were contemplating whether staying at home and waiting for Olivier to come back home from training or texting your friends and asking them to go out and drink.

You opted for the second one, of course. So you called them and asking them to meet at your favorite club in one hour while you started getting ready and sent a quick text to Olivier telling him that you were out with your friends and that you will come home later in the night.

Once you got ready you called a taxi, knowing that probably you would be too drunk to come back home by yourself and waited for it to arrive.

You were wearing a short but not too short black silk dress with a pair of heels and your black leather jacket finishing your look. Nothing to eccessive but you wanted to feel comfortable with yourself, trying to shield away all the negative comments you’ve been reading all day that made you feel uncomfortable and insecure.

The taxi arrived and drove you to the club where you saw your friends waiting for you. Back into the club you all ordered a cocktail first, then a second one, then a third one, ending with your best friend buying a bottle of champagne for all of you and you offering two rounds of tequila shots. Three hours later and you were all completely waisted except one of your friends just because she didn’t like alcohol so she only got some pepsi for her. Olivier texted you how the night was going and if you needed him to pick you up but you simply sent him a “no, see u at home”. Before leaving the club you wanted to drink a little more so you got yourself a beer and got more that waisted. Your mind was spinning and if it wasn’t for your friend holding you up you would have collapsed.

“Okay y/n it’s time for you to get home…I’m gonna take you home okay? Let’s go” your friend said helping you in the car.

“No I don’t want Olivier to see me…he doesn’t love me, he will think I’m childish” you mumbled in your drunk state.

“What are you talking about? He loves you very much y/n…yeah maybe you’re a bit childish but that makes you, you…don’t worry about it okay? Let’s get you home so you’ll be with your lover” she joked about it but you were too drunk to even understand her words.

Once back home she helped you get in, Olivier hearing a car sound knew this was you so he opened the door and thanked your best friend for bringing you back home.

“Thank you” he smiled at her once you were sat on the couch.

“She’s drunk” your best friend said “and talking nonsense…take care of her please”.

“Of course…thank you for bringing her home, she sounded mad when I texted her earlier…” he told your best friend.

“No, not mad, just heavily drunk” she smiled at him and he laughed looking at your drunk figure sat on the couch.

“But really, thank you” he thanked her again and helped her out.

He came back sitting on the couch but you shoved him away.

“Baby are you okay?” he asked you softly.

“No. Why are you with me Olivier?” you asked him, not being able to control your emotions and letting the tears fall.

“What are you talking about y/n? I’m with you because I love you…why this question?” he softly asked you, hating to see you cry. He knelt in front of you while you were sat on the couch.

“Just admit you’re with me just for the sex…In the end you will leave me for a more mature woman, a woman who can give you children and a family because I’m too young for you and-and one day you will realise that I’m not the one you want and…” you mumbled in a very drink voice “…and you will look for someone else and that day will break my heart but I know it will happen, I mean…we have - I don’t remember right now” you started counting with your fingers “a thirteen year age gap and that’s a lot you know? I’m scared you’ll find someone better because it’s not that hard finding someone better than me…” you whispered the last part, telling him all of your doubts and fears. He smiled a bit watching how you mumbled those words mostly because you were drunk as hell but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty because he was the reason you were feeling that way.

“Y/n, mon amour…listen to me, I love you, and you are the only woman I want to have in my life okay? I don’t care if we have more than a ten year gap, I don’t care if you don’t want to have kids right now, I couldn’t care less, the only thing I care about is you…I love you, je t’aime…not for the sex, not because you’re young but because you’re you and I love you so much…” he said holding your hands and kissing the palm of them softly. He put one of his hands on your chin gently lifting it up so you could watch him in the eyes and see that he was telling you the truth.

“Princess why don’t we go to bed uh?” he asked you softly.

“Are you telling the truth?” you shyly asked him.

“Of course baby” he smiled at you “I would never lie to you, never…”

“Okay” you smiled back at him.

“Let me take care of you baby…” he helped removing your heels and gently carried you in your shared bedroom. He removed your leather jacket and your dress. You felt a bit vulnerable standing in front of him almost naked, not that he’s never seen you naked but in your drunken state you felt more exposed.

“You’re beautiful mon amour” he smiled at you kissing your cheek.

“Thank you” you mumbled.

He removed your bra and dressed you up in one of his clothes. Just a comfy sweater that was too big for you so you used it as a pajamas.

“Oli…” you whispered.

“Mh?” he looked at you.

“I think I have to throw up…” you rushed yourself to the toilet just in time before you let all your alcohol out.

Olivier held your hair and gently massaged your back, comforting you.

After you were done you washed your teeth while Olivier got you a glass of water.

“I’m sorry…” you said sitting on the bed.

“For what baby?” he apprehensively asked.

“For causing a scene…again…” you sobbed a little.

“You’re drunk baby, it’s fine, really, plus I don’t mind taking care of you mon amour, it’s my way to show you how much you mean to me…” he kissed your lips softly and helped you laying in bed.

Your head on his chest while his arms were wrapped around you and one of his hand was back on your hair gently stroking it. You fell asleep in a minute, too tired to even say goodnight.

“Goodnight mon amour” he whispered in your ear while he turned off the lights and held you close to his body so you could feel safe and protected.

#olivier giroud x you #olivier giroud fluff #olivier giroud imagine #olivier giroud x reader #olivier giroud #olivier giroud smut #olivier giroud one shot #olivier giroud imagines #olivier giroud angst #equipe de france #Milan #ac milan #football imagine #football fan #football one shot #football drabble #football blurb #football x reader #football headcanon

[nomoreusername]

Caption Gally (Part 3)

Summary:As Gally and your rivalry continues he does something that changes it.

Pairing:Gally x female reader

I still can't believe it. Y/N seriously just slapped me before kissing me. What the shuck was that about?

Then, I saw Minho's face, and I knew he had something to do with it.

"Minho. What did you tell her?"I asked frantically.

"Whatever do you mean?"He asked in a tone that says he did something.

"What did you do?"I repeated.

"Why would you assume that? Is it because she just walked up and kissed you?"He asked as if it would be anything else.

"Minho. You have three seconds to tell me,"I warned.

"Okay. She was talking about you so much that I accidentally told her your secret,"He admitted. Except, his face said he did it on purpose.

"Why would you do that?"I asked in disbelief.

"Easy. She wouldn't shut up about you. It's obvious you two have some feelings for each other so I helped out. You're welcome,"He shrugged.

"No. That is not something to be thankful for. What is your problem?"I questioned.

"Oh please. You two shanks are always talking about each other. Plus, she kissed you, didn't she?"He reminded me.

"That's not the point,"I scowled.

"Sure it is. See you at dinner or not,"He shrugged, jogging off. I swear I am going to strangle him.

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Three days. It had been three days since Y/N had decided to waltz up and kiss me, and she was pretending nothing happened. I was only more confused now. What was the point of that?

Which is why I didn't even bother with the fight ring on Greenie night. I just had to find her. I don't know what I would say, but I'd figure it out. I always do.

Except, it seemed like I'd have a while to do so because as I looked around she was nowhere to be found. She pops up at the most inconvenient times, but the one time I'm looking to actually speak to her she just vanishes into thin air.

"Y/N's hanging out by the Maze walls,"Minho spoke up, coming out of nowhere. Once again, everyone but her is around me.

"What?"I asked.

"Y/N, you're looking for her,"He stated. Not asking. No. This shank was positive I was looking for her. He was right, but that's not the important thing to focus on. "She's by the Maze walls. Specifically, the East one,"He added.

I stared at him in a way that said I blame him for this mess. He was unaffected as he walked off.

I stood there before taking a breath. Each step filled me with dread, but I had to talk to her. Even if the thought makes me sick to my stomach there's not exactly another choice, is there?

No. There isn't.

Despite this I dragged my feet the entire way there. As promised she was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. For a second I thought she was actually asleep.

"What's up Captain Gally?"

I guess not.

"I feel like you should know what's up,"I pointed out.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't,"She shrugged.

"Are you actually going to make me say it?"

"Say what Captain Gally?"She asked, feigning ignorance. She is so incredibly frustrating sometimes, and this is probably at the top of the list.

"First, you hit me-"

"I hit you all the time,"She interrupted.

"You know what? This is pointless. I'm going to-"

"I'm sorry for hitting you,"She spoke up. "But I'm not sorry for kissing you. This time not because I wanted to get under your skin. I like you Gally. I really, really like you,"She confessed.

I didn't have the best idea of what to do in this situation. I guess this isn't something I could just figure out. You can't exactly plan for having feelings, can you?

"I really like you too,"I settled on. It was simple, but it was the truth. There's nothing more powerful than that.

Except for love, but we'll get there when we get there. I'm in no rush to see where this leads. For once I'm just looking excited about what's happening in the moment.

#gally tmr #gally x y/n #tmr gally #gally x reader #gally maze runner #gally #the maze runner #one shot #tmr #mini series #part 3/4

[xreader-writing]

A chance | Tom Holland

Sumarry → Tom wants Y/n to give him a chance

Pairing → Tom Holland X Actress!Reader | Word Count → 796

A/N → I loved doing this, hope it's not too bad lol. ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Tom Holland Masterlist | Masterlist

"Is it because I'm younger than you?" Tom says approaching you, just as the director yells cut.

"Which?" Y/n asks looking doubtfully at Tom, who scratches the back of his head.

"Let's take a break folks!" the director cuts, and Y/n takes advantage of Tom's moment of distraction to distance himself from him.

"Y/n wait!" She hears Tom yelling right behind her.

"Wait please don't run away this time, I just want to understand." He says pulling her arm making Y/n stop walking and turn to him.

"Tom..."

"I just need a clear answer, and then I swear I'll never bother you with it again." He says it seriously, and Y/n feels his heart tighten.

Y/n turns around and starts walking again, but Tom is faster and runs in front of her, stopping Y/n again.

"I don't understand, we were doing so well, we almost kissed, what happened?"

"Why are you insisting so much on this?"

"Y/n I like you so much, you stole my heart so fast, and I don't care that you have it, I'm actually glad you do." He says smiling softly.

"Have you ever been in love?" Tom asks after a moment of silence.

"I'm not sure" Y/n replies and Tom giggles looking down.

"Well, it's the most amazing thing in the world, you feel like... you don't need anything else, and days are easier to start and easier to end because you can't wait to see that person again. " Y/n looks at Tom in shock, and he blushes as he feels her eyes on him.

Y/n looks at him, and can see the infinity in his eyes

"Hey, wanna tell me what's going on in there?" Tom asks, taking Y/n's hand.

"I'm scared Tom."

"And I'm so in love with you."

"Stop saying those things!"

"Sorry I can't help it!" The two laugh and are interrupted by the notification sound on Tom's cell phone.

When Tom lets go of Y/n's hand to take his cell phone from his pocket, she realizes that she can already miss the warmth of his hand "Where does that come from?" Y/n thinks.

"Look Sebastian tagged us in a photo." Tom showed Y/n his cell phone, and there was a photo that Sebastian had just posted of Tom and Y/n pretending to punch Sebastian who was in their midst, and the caption of the photo was "My couple (not couple) favorite"

"He's terrible" Y/n says and they both laugh.

You stare at each other for a while with loving eyes on your faces, until he takes your hand and places a kiss on her back.

"You are so Beautiful." He says blushing and Y/n laughs.

"Even with all this fake blood?"

"Oh sure!" they both laugh, and then he pulls her into a hug.

"I know I'm a few years younger than you, but I promise if you give me a chance I'll love you so much you'll get sick of me." he says and you both laugh.

"Tom I swear this has nothing to do with your age."

"So what is it?"

"I'm not good at relationships Tom."

"Me neither dear, but maybe we can try to help each other, and make it work." Tom says sincerely.

"And i don't think I could get enough of you Tom." He looks surprised at you.

"Is this... is it serious?"

"It sure is...maybe we can try." Y/n says smiling at Tom, and his heart races.

"This is so amazing! wow I...you are amazing!" Tom steals a kiss from Y/n who blushes at the attitude.

"Sorry I shouldn't have done that..." Tom says laughing and scratching the back of his head.

"No I…I liked that." Y/n says and kisses Tom's cheek.

"Want to go to dinner with me today?" Tom asks excitedly.

"I want."

Maybe this could work, and she's just overthinking it.

Bonus

"You want to bet how much they're having an argument about the relationship right now?" Anthony says sitting next to Sebastian, who had just posted the photo.

"Opposite he talked about his age." Sebastian says laughing.

"Well, Chris bet that before the weekend they would finally be together." Anthony says drinking the beer.

Before Sebastian can respond, a notification sound from Anthony's cell phone indicating a new message fills the room.

"It's Chris." He says opening the message

"I won" Along with a picture of Y/n and Tom holding hands on the set of the new movie.

"Motherfu-

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #sebastian stan x reader #anthony mackie x reader #chris evans x female reader

[tutuandscoot]

Here’s a fun little post I’ve been planning to do for a while:

So I, as I’m sure with many others, the first time seeing this lift: (or others like it) wondered how that can be possible without cutting his legs.

I was fascinated by it and wondered how they did it (for probably longer than I should’ve been) [there’s a great post somewhere that talks about the physics of it that I’ll link when I find it again]

(I do know how it’s possible to be done btw.. it’s because the blades have 2 edges- therefore distributing the weight across 2 points rather than one.)

Cleary I wasn’t the only one because there are several instances VM have been asked about it over the years.

Here: (2010 NBC fan questions)

Here: (2018 Olympics Q+A- filmed at oly summit in the summer)

Here: (2018 breakfast TV interview)

[I’m sure there have been other instances on camera and several others, but I feel like 3 is enough to state my point.]

So, what I love about all these instances is when ever he/they are asked if it hurts when she stands on him, he either says straight out ‘NO’, like just ‘no’ or as in the last one interrupts to say ‘no, it doesn’t’ or kind of dismissively nods along as T answers explains that he doesn’t wear padding (but never says wherever it hurts him or not).

Let me get to the point here. Whether it does hurt him or not, he never says ‘yes’, implies that it does. He doesn’t even say ‘yeh but I’m use to it’.

This is essentially me on my I ❤️ SM bullshit because he doesn’t want anyone to think that (if it does) Tessa is hurting him. Whether it does or it doesn’t is not important. That they do these types of lifts so much and she hasn’t slipped, she just ‘rocks it’ (I’m sure it’s possible she’s slipped at some point). But I just love how he dismisses the idea that it hurts or he could get injured because, it’s their jobs. It’s the choreography. His job is to lift and hers is to be lifted.

Compare that to another couple answering the same question (I think the way in which they answer is interesting too, just as a comparison):

(Isn’t it great how this already has the captions and I don’t have to waste time doing it myself!!)

That seemed like a pretty definitive ‘YES’…..

I’m not trying to say anything nasty with this- I just find it interesting. And I think it’s another… kinda ‘trademark’ of VM’s- it’s just how they are with each other. It’s part of that thing where they will never ever say a bad word about each other, they will never coach each other, they will never imply that one of them did something wrong- like if one makes a mistake the other is quick so say it was their fault. They are so so good at their respective jobs. Tessa knows not to slide, so she doesn’t slide. Scott knows to put her in the right spot so he knows she won’t slide, and it’s his job to stay on balance. If each of them is doing their job properly and it still hurts- then it doesn’t matter if it does, that’s just the job.

It also, I feel to me at least, it also goes along with not shaming the girl for having to be lifted. I only say that coz I’ve experienced it and it’s a terrible burden to have on you that as the partner being lifted you need to be light and strong and hold yourself, yet people still think you are “too heavy”. (And that’s sometimes when the unhealthy habits start). And we know for a fact Tessa experienced this body/weight shaming as well and Scott never let her think that- always dismissed anything anyone had to say on the subject as bullshit- and rightly so because it was none of their business. He is the only one her weight effects as he is her partner, and he’s the kind of parter that (I’m sure) would say ‘well then I need to be stronger or have better form- it’s not on her’. He recently said (and has said in the past) how she is the best partner in the world because she holds herself so well, she was taught to feel as thought she was doing the lift herself. If there is an issue technically with a lift, it means they both need to fix something, it’s not one persons fault. They approach it all as a team and everything one does affects the other. So maybe if they are both doing everything right, it doesn’t hurt. But if it does, he doesn’t let anyone think it does.

In summary.. Scott is a prince and we should clone his ass..

#virtuemoir #tessa and scott #the greatest ice dance team the world has ever seen #lifts #Scott is a prince #has anyone else ever noticed this or is it just me? #so like.. does it not hurt the way VM do it? #or does it and Scott will just never say that it does?? #or is Charlie just a baby? #that was a joke #kinda..

[the-unspeakable-tsar]

X-Manson Chapter Three by Doctor Benway - Annotated by Tsar

We now get into more meat of the story. Where things get even weirder somehow. For example, "What is Cable's Deal?" What about Maddie? And the extended suffering of Scott Summers.

[Shot of a tired-looking woman with a magnificent head of red hair. She looks more than vaguely familiar, and might have been a sister of Sarah and Jean Grey.]

[Caption: Madelyne Pryor, Anchorage, Alaska]

MP: I first met Scott when I was working at a coffee shop in Croton, just after my divorce. I began to notice him because of the glasses.

*not a pilot.

Int: The red glasses.

MP: Yeah, those. He was polite, always ordered the same thing each time.

Int: What was that?

MP: Hamburger, rare & dripping, followed by apple pie and ice cream and coffee.

*Autistic Scott.

**Rare and Dripping hamburger. Did Scott develop a taste for nearly raw meat?

Int: How did you start talking?

MP: I asked him if he ever had anything else. He said no. I asked him if he'd like to try the fish. He kind of turned redder than his glasses and upped and left. I didn't mean anything, but next time he came back he had the fish, and we got to talking. Then, he asked me out.

*Scott Summers is adorable. He can't handle even the slightest whiff of conflict.

Int: Where did you go?

MP: Right to a motel, actually. I was kind of surprised, but he didn't have too much experience with dating, far as I could tell.

Int: Did he tell you his name?

MP: He said he was Scott Drake. I asked him if he was married, but he said no. He kind of hesitated, but he didn't have a ring so I asked him again. He said no, and I said I thought he was lying. He said he wasn't lying and that the fact that he was not married was as true as the fact that he was a mutant. Then he kind of drills a hole through a quarter with these beams from his eyes. Then we, well we got along a lot better after that.

*Drake. This is definitely after Bobby's death. Did he leave right after Bobby's death and took up his surname as an alias to hide from Charles?

Int: Did he tell you what he did for a living?

MP: He said he was a teacher, but I didn't really believe him. He was so quiet. If he'd been a high school teacher, the students would've eaten him alive. I think he really hated teaching.

Int: Did he ever mention anything about the School?

MP: A few times. They were putting a lot of pressure on him. He was supposed to be inheriting some sort of really important job, and the future of all the mutants in the world depended on it. Sounded kind of crazy. That and the dream, the dream of humans and mutants living in harmony. Just like us, he'd say. Kind of made me wonder what it was like where he lived. He never mentioned where it was, or about any of the other people there, except someone called the Prof. The Prof was in charge and had made him first among equals or something like that, but I think he was lying about that too.

*The first piece of the cult's internal mythology. The idea of Scott being somehow integral to mutant-human unity.

Int: How often did you see him?

MP: Every Wednesday or maybe every second Wednesday for most of the Summer of '80.

Int: How did it end?

MP: I kind of messed up with the pill, and I told him I was pregnant.

Int: What happened?

MP: He took off, came back four hours later with one of those aluminum suitcases. It was full of money. He told me to come with him to Newark Airport. I told him, well, to get lost. He said if I didn't go he'd kill me rather than let them get me.

*Jesus fuck, Scott.

**Scott doesn't buy into the cult's bullshit, but knows that if they caught wind of Maddie being pregnant they would kill her and take the baby.

Int: Did you believe it?

MP: Yes. Yes I did. Oh Christ thank God I did. He told me to go, go as far as I could and not come back. I never did, not until I heard what happened.

Int: Have you ever been in contact with Alex Summers?

MP: Briefly. Didn't work out. No way I'm going to convert to Scientology.

*how the hell did that happen?

Int: Has your son ever shown any mutant abilities?

MP: Not a thing. Nathan is a perfectly ordinary 20-something baseline human.

*The Nathan Count is standing at one now.

Int: How did you choose the name Nathan?

MP: Scott mentioned it once, that if he ever had a son he wanted him to be called Nathan. After everything that happened, I kind of wish I'd picked another name.

*The name "Nathan" is important to the internal lore of the cult somehow.

#marvel #fanfiction #xmen #x men comics #xmen comics #Nathan Summers #Scott Summers #madelyne pryor #Charles Xavier #alternate history #annotated fanfiction #cable #nate grey

[debatenarutooocs]

Funny side note. I saw people talking about Rozupan so I wanted to bring up something stupid about one of her posts. It's the stupid rock band AU where she, yet again, has Nico doing something that has nothing to do with the actual mha series nor does it flesh out her character as well as, yet AGAIN, seeing Hawks doing nothing else except simping for Nico because he's the love interest. I find this one funny especially because on the post, she mentioned in the caption that Nico's "an amazing singer yet rarely shows it in her canon story" to which I say

1) Girl, what story lol. We know nothing about her and probably never will. Which is a shame because I'd at least like to know why someone like Hawks ever took interest in a bland ass piece of eye candy like Nico. Maybe Hawks is shallow in Rozupan's canon lol.

And 2) What reason would Nico have to show off her musical or I guess vocal prowess in the canon story? This is MHA not High School Musical tf? She's wasted all this time working on stupid AUs like this one yet it's been about a year and some change since I followed her and I know NOTHING about Nico.

The ONE AU that actually seemed interesting to me was the Villain Nico AU but as you might guess that AU seems to be only available on her damn Patreon. Hiding the cooler AU behind a pay wall huh? Okay. But look at the bright side! We can expect MORE art of Nico's daughter, another uninteresting AU. How is it an AU when I thought her daughter would be canon to her story? Because she hooks up with Hawks? That's like, what Rozupan is trying to do right? But whatever, sucks that I still don't know anything about Nico. Guess I'll never know. What a shame. But hey that "Unfollow" button seems reeeaaally tempting now. 🤔

Yeah, again I think she is trying to emphasize way too much on appearance than writing stories. Such a shame Nikeru is like a "look at me I am pretty latina doll who has no story to tell that hawks randomly simps for me".

#debate #debatenarutoocs #debatenarutooocs #opinion #bnha #submission #boku no hero academia #class 1a #mha #oc #bhna

[buckyseddie]

buried feelings

pairings — theo raeken x fem!mccall!reader

summary — in which, she’s forced to admit her long time feelings for theo when her brother and best friend lock her inside her room alone with him.

word count — 4.0k.

warnings — angst, fluff, mentions of harry potter, mentions of past heartbreak, flashbacks, use of pet-names [princess, sweetheart], deep confessions, hand-holding, kisses, stiles and scott being the caption of reader and theo being a couple.

notes — was feeling kinda sad, so i wanted to write about my fav comfort character to make me feel better :). also, before i forget, my tumblr is acting up because of my lap top and so i can’t get the word count. i’ll wait until it starts working again, but i wanted to post this real quick!! i’ll update the word count when i can. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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IT STARTED OUT AS AN innocent crush — an infatuation, if i’m being completely honest.

the first time she met theo, was when he helped protect her big brother from the chimera who’d tried to take his power and life.

she was only human and got tossed aside — she had been trying to protect scott.

noticing her shaking body, theo had walked over to her and lifted up her limping form, asking her if she was alright as she nodded and thanked him.

she’d never met theo way back when scott and stiles had met him.

but, she’d only always known of him as scott’s and stiles’ old childhood friend, who’d moved away after the fourth grade.

but, she’d gotten to meet him the night that belasko tried to kill scott — for real.

and she’d finally gotten a real glimpse of the boy who her brother and best friend had always talked about knowing.

she remembers that day so clearly — of how he’d asked them if they even remembered him, and how he wanted to be in the pack.

and she knew — right away since that night — that she trusted him, even if that said trust would come back to bite her in the ass one day — that day being the moment she found out the truth of his real intentions.

she’d walked home that night, not knowing that she’d get to have a much more formal introduction with the raeken boy, the very next day.

she’s hanging out with malia and stiles outside the school, in the early morning.

stiles is currently spewing some paranoid rant about how his old friend isn’t the theo that he remembers.

malia and [y/n] both try to calm down his judgemental and paranoid ass, but then a car pulls up and theo exited the car, him looking up and waving a friendly hand and charismatic smile in their general direction.

stiles rolls his eyes, still going on and on about the recent rant he’d been on, minutes before.

she then turns to him, scolding and lecturing him for judging someone, before getting to know him first.

and with that, she walks away and rushes to the library to get some studying in for an upcoming quiz.

ironically, she runs into theo there.

he sits down across from her with a charming smile, before pulling out a book of his own to read.

[y/n] didn’t think of theo as the reading type.

but, on the contrary, he’s not even actually reading at all — he’s simply observing her.

then, she shortly leaves the library to do some studying at her locker, during her free period.

but, as she’s opening her locker to grab some of her assignments, while trying to ignore the red flush to her cheeks from the cause of theo’s smile, she’s yanked by stiles and liam to go ‘spy’ on theo.

it’s way too obvious that the idea of spying on theo was stiles’ idea, not liam’s.

besides, liam is supposed to be studying with mason, not letting stiles take him on this spiteful trip to expose theo, just to prove his paranoia right.

but, even though she hates the idea of being apart of stiles’ plan, [y/n] follows along anyways, to keep stiles from doing anything stupid.

but, she should know that by this point, not even she can stop him from doing something stupid.

they ends up following theo to a bridge.

he stands in the middle, slowly dropping a flower into the river — it’s the bridge near a stream of currents, where his little sister had frozen to death in.

grief and sadness fills liam’s lungs, quickly realizing why he was so suspiciously secretive — he’s still getting over his sister’s death.

it doesn’t matter if that it’s because he was the cause of it, because the dread doctors had brainwashed and corrupted him into doing so.

but, the second [y/n] shared a look with liam and he told stiles that guilt, grief, and sadness was the scent he caught, she felt something towards the boy — ever since that very moment.

maybe, it was pity, or understanding.

it didn’t matter, because she saw a boy who was clearly struggling, but was too scared to ask for help.

it didn’t matter that her brother’s best friend was suspicious of theo.

it couldn’t matter to her.

not when she knew exactly how it felt to lose someone that you deeply cared about.

in fact, it was the one thing that they bonded about — it was what intensified their, somewhat, growing friendship.

he obviously couldn’t reveal that he was the reason that his sister was dead — even, if he really wanted to.

but, he could still vent to her about how devastated over her death he felt. that, at least, was the truth.

theo may have lied about a lot of things.

but, whenever he talked about his sister, that was the one thing he never lied about.

it didn’t matter that stiles was always bursting into their conversations, trying to catch him in the act — even when theo was only ever close to tears because of the amount of guilt he’d felt every day over tara.

you see, theo was usually the type to keep his emotions held inside.

but, with [y/n], he couldn’t help but open up to her because he could see that she wouldn’t judge him, no matter what.

so, as they’d grown closer, her tiny little crush quickly turned into real and confusing feelings — feelings that she didn’t want to admit.

so, she went on with their friendship, as if nothing had changed.

but, things had changed.

everyone saw it.

even scott did — at the time, he’d trusted theo enough to let him be that close to his sister, before he’d betrayed them all, of course.

now, that was the biggest betrayal [y/n] had ever experienced. especially, with someone who she’d thought cared about her.

it certainly wasn’t the first time that someone pretended to care for her, just to use her.

but, that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt her any less.

she felt her heart break to pieces when her brother had told her that the boy who she’d grown to love, had betrayed them all — that he’d brainwashed liam into killing scott, killed scott himself when liam wouldn’t, locked malia away, distracted stiles with his poisoned dad, and pushed lydia into a comatose state.

it didn’t matter that she’d thought that they connected — unlike, any other relationship she’d ever had with anyone — because he’d done what other boys had done to her so many times.

so, in conclusion, that trust that she’d felt towards him, had come back to bite her in the ass.

it didn’t matter that he couldn’t bare to hurt her — he hadn’t locked her up or killed her.

because in truth, even though he never acted like it, he really did care about her.

the dread doctors had always made him feel like he could never have a chance to be normal.

but, with her, it was different.

and he’d be lying, if he said that he didn’t think about changing his mind about destroying scott’s pack — for her.

she made him want to be good — she inspired him to be better.

but, there was no changing the dread doctors’ mind — he had to go through with his original plan to rip apart any happiness that surrounded [y/n] and her pack.

and trust me, he didn’t enjoy any second of being the cause of it. but, she would never know that.

at least, not yet, anyways.

then, when everyone was forced to work together with him and his new pack, kira sent him to hell.

and [y/n] was forced to deal with the fact that the one person that made her feel less alone, was gone.

sure, she’d had the pack — each and every one of them had made her happy and made her feel as if she had a family, but theo was different.

while most of her friends, were like sisters and brothers to her — or some like derek, peter, and argent, who were like father-figures to her — it wasn’t the same way that she felt about theo.

but, he had tried to kill her brother.

and she would never forgive herself for getting close to someone who only had bad intentions and used her.

what was even worse, was that she still felt broken over him being gone — she’d felt so shameful over that fact.

but then, a year later, liam and hayden ended up bringing theo back from hell, to be of use to fight off the ghost riders issue.

she could still remember the night she saw him again so clearly.

[y/n] walks down the stairs, searching through her purse. “liam! do you need anything from the store? i’m running over there now for a few things.” she calls out, waiting for a response from the young beta as she continues to search for her keys.

upon not hearing anything from liam being said, she looks up, just as she pulls her keychain out of her purse.

she walks further into the kitchen, noticing, not only liam and hayden, along with malia, lydia, and her brother, but a confused and exhausted looking theo.

her eyes widens in shock, fear over-taking her.

“w—what’s this? what’s he doing here?” she exclaims, starting to back up.

“h—he’s here to help.” liam says, stepping in front of her, in order to calm her down.

“he’s here to help? since when did he want to help? the last time we thought he wanted to help, he tried to kill scott and split up the entire pack!” she exclaims, tears brimming in her eyes and heart breaking at the broken expression on theo’s face.

theo begins to feel ashamed to be near her.

to see the scared expression on her face, it makes him flow with an overwhelming amount of guilt — for hurting her so much that she couldn’t trust anyone or believe in the best of anyone anymore. not even him.

because in his eyes, all that’s noticeable is fear.

if only he had realized that the fear was only placed to hide the love she still feels for him.

because even after everything he’s done, she still loves him.

scott, who also isn’t too happy about this reunion, tries to calm her down by walking her into the living room.

but, all she does, is freak out on him and leave the house in a hurry.

she had to get away from the suffocating feeling of being near the boy she once loved, but now hates.

after that night, theo worked extra hard to get her to forgive him — he tried to show her that he wasn’t the same person he was before.

that’s why he wanted to change for the better — the reason why he helped the pack defeat the ghost riders.

and after helping the pack defeat the hunters and the anukite, [y/n] and scott invited him to live with them, upon realizing that he’d changed and just wanted to live and be in the pack.

after everything was over, and theo had officially moved into the guest room in the mccall house, [y/n] had talked to him more and apologized for the way she’d acted before.

then, it seemed as if they were becoming closer again — like they once were.

she had thought that her feelings for theo would never go away — she was so overwhelmed by them.

so, like any sane person, she’d went to and confided in her brother about her issues.

but, scott had also become very close with theo — they’d practically become best friends.

so, was it really that impossible to believe that he’d tell stiles and they’d come up with a plan to bring them to together?

she’d been making some popcorn for her harry potter binge-watch marathon.

the point of binge-watching her favorite movie series was to calm and distract herself from the boy that she’s been in love with for a long time, who just-so-happens to live in the same house as her.

but, as she makes her way back into her bedroom, she notices theo standing in the middle of her room, playing with his curly locks.

her heart races as she can’t help but start to think of what it’d feel like to drag her fingers through his soft and slightly grown out hair.

she sighs, shaking herself out of her daze, burying the thoughts as she steps inside the room, brows furrowing.

“theo? what’re you doing in here? did you need something?” [y/n] asks, setting her bowl of popcorn down on her desk and folding her arms across her chest, while trying to remain calm and keep her heart from falling out of her chest.

he turns around, brows furrowing in confusion.

“what do you mean? scott told me you wanted to talk to me about something…” theo trails off, eyes glinting with a form of confusion, raising a brow.

“wait, what?” she tries to say more, becoming much more confused, trying to figure out why scott would tell theo that, when he knows that she’s having a lazy day.

just as she comes up with a solid reason of why scott told theo that she needed to talk to him, her bedroom door is suddenly slammed shut.

both theo and [y/n] turn around as she races over to the door, trying to turn the knob to get out, so that she can avoid admitting what scott wants her to.

just as she tries to pull the door back open, a strong weight pulls it back into place, the knob jiggling before she can get a chance to open it — they’ve locked the door.

[y/n] groans angrily upon realizing this.

“what is it?” theo asks, noticing the look of realization on her face.

“scott lied to you. i never said anything about needing to talk to you.” she mutters, sighing in defeat, before turning her body around and slumping against the door.

“what do you mean, princess?” he asks, brows knitting together and copying her actions as he moves to sit down beside her.

“scott… he tricked you into coming into here. and… he locked us in here because he wants me to admit what i’ve been hiding from you.” she mumbles, groaning once more.

tears brim up at her [y/e/c] eyes, before she covers her face with her hands, wanting to fall into a hole and never come back out of it.

upon sensing her overwhelmed emotions and anxiety, he moves closer to her, lightly moving her hands away from her face.

“there’s that beautiful face.” he says in a teasing voice, trying to lighten the mood.

she presses a light smile onto her lips, her cheeks tinting a red color at his words.

but, after a few seconds, she frowns, starting to stress out about telling him of her feelings.

i mean, surely, theo’s going to want to know the truth.

and honestly, he deserves to know the truth — it’s not right to push him away and keep this from him.

he also frowns, noticing not only her frown, but her tears.

not a second goes by, before he’s wiping the tears away, as if they were never there.

“[y/n], please, talk to me. what’s got you so upset and nervous?” he murmurs, heart aching at the thought of her going through something alone.

“i—i’m scared of what will happen if i tell you…” she trails off, looking down at her now fidgeting hands.

“you know i’d never judge you, right?” he asks, now cupping her cheeks, hoping that she’ll look at him.

“i—i know that. but… what if i tell you and you don’t feel the same?” she mumbles, refusing to look up at him.

he sighs at this and lifts up her chin gently with his forefinger and thumb.

his eyes soften as more tears cloud in her eyes.

“sweetheart, i don’t know what you haven’t told me. i can never know that, unless you tell me yourself. but, i promise, i’m not going to react badly to it.” theo declares, waiting for her to make a decision.

sighing, she nods. “okay…”

i mean, did she really have a choice at this point?

he just wants the truth.

and worse case scenario, if he doesn’t feel the same, all he’ll do is tease her once in a while over it. he wouldn’t abandon her because of it.

looking up at him, she grabs his hands from her chin and from her cheek, placing them in her lap as he interlaces them together, giving them a gentle and comforting squeeze.

she bites her lip in nervousness as her breath easily hitches in her throat.

taking a deep breath, she tries to form the words. “theo, i don’t know if you’d caught on before. but, when we first met and started to get closer, i felt something — something i’ve never ever felt with anyone else before.” she starts, moving to stare down at their interlocked hands, scared to look at him while she admits everything.

“i don’t know what it was back then. whether… it’s as silly and simple as a crush or a deep infatuation with you. but, it was there,” she states, waiting for the moment that he rips his hands away from hers, upon hearing the words she’s saying.

but, he doesn’t.

so, she continues. “god, it was always there. i just didn’t want to ruin our friendship, just like how it is now. so, i pushed my feelings down — pretended that they never existed. and then, the whole thing with the dread doctors and your plan had happened. and i felt betrayed.” [y/n] murmurs as she tries to gauge his reaction.

he simply sighs, rubbing comforting circles onto her thumb, which eases her emotions just slightly.

his expression is full of guilt and regret, a frown now etched onto his lips.

“i felt so heartbroken because of it. i’d thought you were just using me, in order to get to scott. and it hurt so bad. because that’s all that was ever done to me by other people. i’ve always been used, left and right. and i guess… i thought you were different.” she sighs, biting her lip to keep from breaking down right there.

“princess, i never meant to hurt you. i never meant to hurt anyone. i know it’s a stupid excuse, but the dread doctors would’ve killed me, if i didn’t go along with it. i wish i knew that being with you was the right choice, rather than hurting everyone i care about.” he states, squeezing her hand once more.

“theo, it’s okay. i forgave you for that, a long time ago. but, that’s not what this is about.” she states, sighing as he cocks his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“then… what’s it about?” he asks, still wearing his confused expression.

she sighs, getting ready to really tell the truth — all of it, no matter the outcome.

“it’s about what i did… in order to hide my true feelings. i know that you think that when you were dragged to hell, i was fine — like i didn’t mourn you. but, i did. god, it hurt to lose you. i was so torn that i barely ever left my room, unless i absolutely had to. and when you first got back, i acted as if i was scared of you and hated you. but, it was all a lie. it was all a mask — i thought it’d be better, if you thought i hated you and was deeply scared of you. but, i was really just hiding how much in love with you i was.” she explains, daring to glance up at him.

his frown turns into a ‘o’ shape, eyes tearing up.

“y—you loved me?” he stutters, shock overtaking him.

“y—yeah. and… i still do. i always have and that’s not going to change. theo, i know i’m risking our friendship over my feelings for you. but, stiles and scott didn’t really give me much of a choice. i guess, that’s what i get for confiding in my brother.” she says, breath hitching in her throat as he pulls his hand away from hers.

tears brim in her eyes as he moves to stand, lost in thought.

as he glances down at her, he notices this, realizing she thinks he’s going to reject her.

chuckling, theo offers her his hand. “princess, don’t cry. i’m not rejecting you. i’m just in a little shock — that’s all. now, take my hand, please.” he explains, causing a sigh of relief to escape her lips, before she takes his hand and he pulls her up into a standing position.

“you should’ve told me about this earlier.” he states, raising a brow as he runs a hand through his luscious curls.

“and w—why is that?” she questions nervously, glancing up at him as he towers over her.

“because i’m already in love with you.” he states casually, taking a strand of her [y/h/c] hair, twirling it around his fingers, awaiting her response.

“w—what?” she sputters, feeling as if she can’t breathe.

although, before he can answer her, a sassy voice speaks up from behind the bedroom door, “are you guys together yet? you guys have been talking a whole lot, but i don’t hear you guys making out yet!” stiles exclaims sarcastically, before a groan comes from him — most likely from scott elbowing him or something.

“sorry! i’ll be quiet.” he squeaks as [y/n] sighs, rolling her eyes at her friend’s nosiness.

stiles really went from despising theo, to becoming his best friend and rooting for him — [y/n] never thought she’d see the day.

“it’s true. the moment i met you, i knew i needed to figure you out. i wasn’t sure how, but then i sat across from you in the library on my first day. and i smiled at you and you blushed and i just knew from that moment that you were special — i knew in that moment that i needed to know you. it had nothing to do with getting close to the pack, or to scott. i wanted to know you because i wanted you in my life. and you are. and although it’s been one hell of a rocky road since, i wouldn’t change a single thing, because i fell for you. and you were the only thing keeping me together when i was in literal hell. you’re the best thing in my life and now that i know you feel the same, i’m never letting you go — not now, and not ever.” he states, caressing her cheek, a soft and loving look in his eyes.

“r—really?” [y/n] asks, voice breaking because she just couldn’t believe it.

theo raeken… is admitting that he loves her. how is that even remotely possible?

it can’t be.

but, it is.

because if he doesn’t love her, would he pull her closer to him, so close that they’re practically chest to chest? if he doesn’t love her, would he tuck her hair behind her ear so gently, leaving his hand there as she blushes at how close he is to her? if he doesn’t love her, would he slowly and surely lean into her and connect their lips in passion and gentleness?

you can’t answer with, ‘no he doesn’t love her,’ because you’d be lying.

she freezes in shock, before realizing what’s happening.

then, she wraps her arms around theo’s neck, gently tugging on his curls and kissing him back with just as much love and passion.

he presses himself even closer to her, hands moving from her cheeks to her waist, his heart soaring.

by the time they finally pull away, they lean each other’s foreheads against each other, breathing heavily.

“wow.” she murmurs, absolutely breathless.

“my thoughts exactly.” he mumbles, a huge smile placed on his lips.

[y/n] and theo spend the rest of the day cuddling and binge-watching harry potter, so absorbed in each other that they forget all about being locked in her room in the first place.

#theo raeken #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken imagines #theo raeken one-shot #theo raeken one-shots #theo raeken x reader #cody christian #cody christian imagine #cody christian imagines #cody christian one-shot #cody christian one-shots #cody christian x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf one-shot #teen wolf one-shots #teen wolf x reader #tw #tw imagine #tw imagines #tw one-shot #tw one-shots #tw x reader

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Dream SMP Members Hear You're Receiving Hate

Pronouns: They/Them

Dreamwastaken

Dream will feel like it's slightly his fault

He'll assume people are hating on you because you're friends with him

DNF fans would get mad at you for interacting with Dream too much

He would constantly apologize to you over it

Dream would tweet about how he wasn't okay with you receiving hate

"I've seen a lot of hate thrown in @Y/n's direction because them and I are friends. Please don't threaten my friends, I'm allowed to interact with people besides George."

He'd get George to tweet out about it

Dream wouldn't address you as his partner because he didn't want people to send you more hate

And he liked having your relationship be private

Georgenotfound

George would avoid Twitter

He'd wait for you to bring it up first

Because he didn't want to be the one to ruin your mood

Immediately he's comforting you and apologizing for the fanbase

He'll spend a long time just cuddling with you as a way to say sorry

You'd have to ask him to say something to the fans

So George would do the same as Dream; turn to Twitter

"Guys, can e not send Y/n hate? They're my partner, how about we treat them with a little more respect and kindness? Thank you :)"

Sap Nap

I've said it before and I'll say it again; THIS MAN WILL FIGHT FOR YOU

As soon as he finds out you're getting hated on, he's gonna defend you

He doesn't even have to address it with you

He would be in the middle of streaming when he found out

A dono would've told him to check Twitter

he'd pause Minecraft to check

And instead of tweeting, he'd say it live

"Guys, this is not okay. Y/n's really important to me, don't send them hate. That's not cool."

When he's done streaming, he's turning to you

Just so he can love on you and spend quality time with you after how toxic your day was

C! Technoblade

He definitely has a soft spot for you

So when he finds out rumors are being spread about you, he's going to track down whoever started the rumors

This man will AVENGE you

After getting his hands dirty, he'll come and find you

techno would remind you how important you are to him

He'd remind you all those rumors were false and pathetic

Wilbur Soot

Just like Sap Nap, he'd receive a donation about it while streaming

Wilbur wouldn't open Twitter over it

Afterall he hates Twitter

He'd just flat out say it

"Don't send Y/n hate. They didn't do anything. Don't make our fandom toxic by sending hate. The worst part about Y/n getting hate is that I know they're only receiving gate for dating me. Don't send my partner hate."

Wilbur would keep mentioning you every now and then, talking about how amazing you are

Quackity

Alex would also address it during a stream

He'd be very brief about it

"I've seen Y/n receiving hate recently, stop it. Don't do it, Y/n is very cool, we like Y/n. Leave them alone."

He'd get very serious for a moment while talking about it

As soon as he's done, he's back to his normal goofy self

You'd be watching his stream when he talked about it

You'd text him while he was streaming

'Thanks for addressing it, Alex. It means a lot, it was starting to become too much.'

'Anything for you, mi amor.'

Karl Jacobs

Karl would get so sad over seeing you getting hated on

He'd try to make it up to you for being hated on

In other words, old cartoon network cartoons and icecream

This man would do whatever he could to keep you from being sad

Eventually, he'd realize he should talk about the hate and tell the fandom to knock it off

He'd talk about it in an IG story

"I noticed a lot of people have been sending hate towards my partner Y/n, can you please stop? They're very important to me and I love them a lot. Thanks!"

Karl would then proceed to make an Instagram post with all his favorite photos + videos of you and him together.

He'd caption the post ‘I love you'

Nihachu

You'd be getting hate because of toxic stands wanting Wilbur and Niki to date

Niki's blood would boil after hearing about it

She would address the hate on stream

She'd be very serious about it

She'd also get VERY angry as she talked about it

"I don't want to see any more hate directed towards Y/n. They're a human being, they deserve to be treated with kindness.”

The chat would spam apologizes and say they love Niki

"Don't just love me, love Y/n. They're amazing."

Awesamdude

Sam would get really sad over finding out his fans were sending you hate

he'd be really disappointed in them

He would talk about it while streaming

As soon as the stream has started, he'd briefly cover the topic.

"Before we start with Minecraft, I want to talk about something. Recently I found out Y/n has been receiving hate from my fanbase. I'm honestly really upset over this because I expected my fans to act better than this. Y/n is great, alright? Stop sending them hate messages."

Bad Boy Halo

BBH would find out about the hate midstream

He'd receive a dono asking for his opinion about it

"What? Y/n's getting hate? Why are people sending them hate?"

Another dono would explain people are threatening you because you're dating BBH

“Oh no... Guys knock it off. Both me and Y/n are adults and we love each other. You need to resect them."

As soon as he's finished streaming, he's spending the rest of the day/night with you just showering you in love and affection

Punz

Punz would also address your hate during a stream

He'd bring it up himself

And he'd be really aggressive over it

It just pissed him off so bad

"Also, I noticed on social media recently that my partner Y/n has been receiving some hate, knock that shit off. They're amazing, I don't know what shit you're on to hate, Y/n."

He'd spend a good 15 minutes hyping you up on stream (even though you weren't there)

Chat would hype you up too

(We all know anyone from Punz's chat DID NOT send you hate)

(Punz's chat loves you too much to hate on you)

Taglist: @ivory-raptor @snowcones404 @goldenhoax @delsinhunter @kiritokunuwu @part-of-too-many-fandoms29​

#dream smp #mcyt #x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sap nap x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #Nihachu x reader #awesamdude x reader #punz x reader #dream was taken x reader #george not found x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #georgenotfound imagine #sap nap imagine #technoblade imagine #wilbur soot imagine #quackity imagine #karl jacobs imagine #nihachu imagine #awesamdude imagine #punz imagine #dream was taken imagine #george not found imagine

[watchmegetobsessed]

Family Of Four - Tom Holland

a/n: i saw a video of tom and tessa right after i woke up and then BAM i just needed to write this little blurb! so here is tessa meeting your and tom’s baby for the first time!

pairing: Dad!Tom X Reader

word count: 1166

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Tom’s phone lights up the same time you hear the car pull up on the driveway. He presses a soft kiss to the sleepy newborn’s forehead in his arms before babbling to her as if she could understand every world he says.

“You ready to meet your bestie, Emma? Tessa is so excited to see you!” he coos as he hands her over to you, handling her tiny body so carefully, making sure she is secured in your arms before he pulls his hands back. “Gonna let them in. Want to go sit on the couch, love?” he hums, kissing your forehead before doing the same to Emma.

“Yeah,” you nod and watch him walk out to greet Harry who’s been dog sitting Tessa since your water broke exactly a week ago and you rushed to the hospital. You and Tom both agreed that it might be best if Tessa spends a short vacation at her uncle’s house when you bring Emma home. It’s not that you’re afraid she might to something to the baby, you just knew you’d be exhausted and stressed about having Emma home for the first time. It was easier to only worry about your recovery and just one newborn baby in the house rather than adding an extremely cuddly and nosy dog into the equation.

Emma yawns in your arms, her little hat has slid down to her eyebrows so you fix it before gently caressing her cheeks. You drink up the rest of your tea before moving to the living room. You hear Tom greeting Harry and then his usual sweet talk hits your ears, the one he always gives Tessa when he sees her for the first time.

“Who is my good girl? Hmm? Did you miss me? I missed you so much!” Tessa’s feet tippy-tap on the concrete outside the front door and judging from the sounds, she is over the moon to be back home.

“How is Y/N doing?” Harry asks while Tom probably rubs Tessa wherever he can reach her, trying to make her excitement die down a little before they get inside.

“She is doing great! Getting used to the new sleeping schedule, but things are going good.”

You smile at his words, because you’re not the only one with a new sleeping schedule, especially since Tom is always the one to check on Emma when her cries fill the room through the baby monitor and if it’s not time to feed her, he always tells you to go back to sleep and let him handle it. He has been on full daddy duty and you had no doubt he would be the most wonderful dad to ever walk this earth.

The boys talk outside a little longer before you see the front door opening and Tom sticks his head inside. You smile up at him, Emma nestled comfortably in your arms.

“Hey, you ready for Tess?” he asks softly.

“Yeah, it’s time for their first meeting,” you chuckle. Tom nods and disappears from your vision. Then Harry walks in, greeting you sweetly before he kisses Emma’s head.

“Look at her! She’s already changed so much!” he beams, watching his niece in awe.

“Right? She looks less like an old man,” you joke. Your daughter was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on, but that didn’t stop you from cracking a joke that she was so wrinkly when she was born, she resembled an old man. The wrinkles have smoothed out a little by now and though she is the queen of weird faces, especially when she is creaming her diapers mercilessly, you’ve never seen anything like her before.

Harry sits on the other end of the couch and pulls his phone out to tape the first meeting. Tom’s fans have been begging to see this interaction since you announced your pregnancy with a sweet post on Instagram in your third trimester, especially because it featured Tessa. During your pregnancy Tessa was obsessed with your belly, she would always snuggle close to it in bed or on the couch, as if she was guarding the baby from day one and on the photo you posted, she had her head resting on your bump as the two of you were cuddled up on the couch. People went crazy over how cute it was, the picture got ten million likes within the first thirty minutes and it’s been still going up since then. And now it’s time for their first official meeting.

“Tess, gently! Calm down!” Tom calls out as he appears again, this time holding Tessa’s collar so she doesn’t run free, but it’s pretty clear that she is about to jump out of her fur, probably already smelling Emma. Her eyes quickly find you on the couch and the little bundle of joy in your arms and Tessa whines to her daddy to be let free, but Tom holds onto her tightly.

“Tessa, calm down. You have to be gentle with mommy and Emma,” he warns her again and though her jumps die down a little, her tail keeps wiggling like crazy as her eyes never leave the baby in your arms.

“Hi Tessa, I missed you so much!” you coo at her and she licks her face, nudging your leg as her way of saying that she missed you too. You share a special bond with Tessa, you still remember the first time Tom brought you home and you met her. It’s like you became instant best friends, Tom often complained that whenever you were sleeping over Tessa preferred to snuggle up to you instead of him.

“Tess, meet your new sister, Emma,” Tom softly tells her, holding her back with two hands as you bring Emma closer to her, still keeping a little distance at first.

All three of you watch the interaction in silence, Tessa sniffs the baby around, getting used to the new smell, a few more whines fall from her mouth before she slowly calms down and nudges Emma’s bum in your arms gently. When Tessa has clearly calmed down, Tom carefully lets go of her but still stays close in case she needs to be pulled back, but you know Tessa would never hurt Emma, she is already just as obsessed with her as you are.

“I’m literally about to cry,” Tom whispers, when Tessa lays her head across Emma’s lap, as if she was guarding the tiny baby.

“Keep it together, Daddy,” you chuckle, but you can feel your eyes watering as well.

Harry snaps a few more pictures once he stops recording and he manages to take one that resembles the photo you posted on Instagram about the pregnancy announcement. It’s perfect to announce Emma’s arrival that’s been kept a secret so far. Tom puts a black and white filter over it before writing a sweet caption, letting the world know that now you are a family of four: Tom, you, Emma and Tessa.

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Title: One Shitty Friday Night (Part 2) *contains some smut*

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Set after the events of Deadpool 2, this is the conclusion from the previous part here. After your semi-disastrous double date night, you, Peter, Kitty, and Colossus head home with Deadpool and Russell in tow to face Logan, Charles, and Erik back at the mansion. You also get some well earned alone time with Peter at last, only to go back to chaos the following morning with Peter confronting Gambit, and Deadpool popping back in.

Warnings: It’s still a bit of Deadpool and all that entails, but only at the beginning and end. *In this part there actually is some Peter x Reader sex.* But you’re welcome to skip over that if uncomfortable with it. I clearly mark in red before and after any smut within the story so readers can choose what to read and still enjoy just the fluff and character interactions before and after if wanted. ❤️

Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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The ride home was surprisingly quiet actually. Colossus driving, with Kitty sitting shotgun in the front with him. Russell was in the second row seat behind Kitty, but the seat that normally would have been behind the driver had been taken out specifically with Colossus in mind to let his seat sit further back with his large height.

That just left the third row of three seats. With Peter still not in the best mood, you’d chosen to sit between him and Wade. But they’d mostly just been snacking on the cannolis the whole way home rather than saying or doing much of anything else.

You’d only eaten two in all, hungry but not wanting a stomach ache from the sweetness. You’d felt your own phone buzzing in your pocket most the way home too, but you refused to look at it yet. You could only imagine which friends were trying to call or text you about whatever was being said on TV and the internet now.

Kitty only told you that she’d messaged Xavier to tell him you were all on your way home. But you weren’t sure if she’d warned him about Deadpool and Russell coming with you. Or if she’d kept her phone out at all either afterward, afraid of what the Professor might say in response.

It could have been worse was what you kept thinking. It had been worse actually. Deadpool had once killed an Essex House staff member on live TV, while wearing an X-Men shirt, and with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead also in camera view. But, given that that trouble had already come from him once, would the Professor be harder on you all this second time around? Would he still think you handled the situation as well as you could have or not?

By the time you felt the familiar turns up the long drive to the mansion, you realized that the period for anxiety was over. Whatever would be would now be.

Colossus had decided to park right in front the main entry doors instead of pulling down into the garage. Mostly just in case Wade’s welcome wasn’t a warm one. He could step right back outside if needed instead of already being in the depths of the compound.

Russell was actually the first one to speak though as you all climbed out the vehicle in front of the well manicured landscaping and dim accent lights.

“Holy shit, he is a rich son of a bitch.” The boy spoke, gaping a little at the sheer size of the mansion and the number of floors still above you.

“The cursing, Russell, please.” Colossus reminded. “There are younger children who live here.”

“Though they should be in bed,” Kitty responded, albeit sounding doubtful herself as she started up the entryway stairs.

They might normally be yes, but probably not if the rumor mill of tonight’s excitement was already burning through the place.

“Well I’ve actually never seen more than three people anytime I’ve been here. So there’s that,” Deadpool quipped.

“Yeah well, we were probably busy.” Peter retorted.

“Oh? Well yeah, maybe you were.” Wade replied, eyeing Peter. “Here’s a thought though, Peters. Maybe next time Ryan Murphy calls, just say N-O. No means no, right?”

“What-” Peter started to ask, but then thought better of it. It really wasn’t worth trying to piece together anything else Deadpool said into something more sensical right now.

As Kitty pushed open the doors and you all strode into the large foyer in front the main staircases, you weren’t sure what would be awaiting you. But the immediate, utterly ecstatic squeal that erupted from Deadpool next had all of you jumping before a gruff voice responded from up on the second floor landing.

“You have to be goddamn shitting me. You actually let that idiot follow you home?” Logan responded, the odd mix of disgust and annoyance so clear on his unshaven face.

“I thought you said no cursing here,” Russell complained.

“Logan is sometimes another matter...” Colossus attempted to answer with some neutrality, even as Deadpool was now bounding up the stairs towards the older man.

“Finally! Finally! I don’t even care if it’s just Tumblr and like two people and their FBI agents will see this! Beggars can’t be choosers! I missed you so much, papa bear!”

You stood there staring in complete disbelief, Deadpool looking as if he was actually going to try and hug the Wolverine.

You were likely all of the same mindset about the only way this could possibly play out, but Colossus was the only one to speak, pleading really. “Please, Logan! No blood on the inside of the house! You know how badly it would stain the floors!”

But Wolverine only growled, claws already aimed as Wade stopped just millimeters short, the metal tips now grazing the mercenary’s throat. “You heard him, Wade. Don’t give me a reason and you won’t be having to regrow limbs tonight.” Logan replied.

“You salty old bastard. We haven’t even seen each other in ages, you won’t return my calls, and this is the welcome I get?” Deadpool pouted.

“You’re bad luck walking, Wade. These kids don’t need you hanging around here for long.”

“Oh, and you’re such a tasteful role model. Grandpappy Wolverine teaching a class on cigar chain smoking, and stabbing your problems away this semester?”

“The fuck are you on about? How many people have you killed this month alone, Wade?”

“Twenty four and a half, thank you. And ask me how many of those never killed or raped someone themselves. How many the police never would have touched. What do you think I’ll say there?”

“Reason it all you want, bub. You’re just a wack job vigilante.”

“This could go on all night.” Kitty sighed. “Logan! Where is everyone else? We brought Russell with us, we need to take him to the Professor.”

Wolverine only softened slightly at Kitty’s voice, answering her. “Charles put in a curfew tonight, all students back to their rooms. Wade’s not allowed past the entrance, but the Professor is waiting for you in his study.”

“Discrimination.” Wade huffed, yet then posed in a mock seductive look. “But if you wanted me alone tough guy, all you’d have to do is ask.”

“Please do not make a mess, Logan. We will be back to collect him as soon as we can.” Colossus said with some concern, you all just starting towards the hallway that lead to Xavier’s office.

“No promises.” Logan called back before continuing, louder then so you could hear him even as you walked away. “And hey, Peter-”

“Yeah?” He answered back from your side, glancing over his shoulder at Logan.

“Your dad’s here, kid.”

Peter paused in his tracks, staring for a moment. You could see the emotions process through him before he took a deep breath. There was nothing more that any of you could do though. He just lifted a hand up in a wave of acknowledgement, finally starting to walk again. “Thanks for the warning,”

Even in all that had happened through the years though, going to see Xavier like this still brought back an odd sense of childhood. And that little feeling of dread to be honest. Not because you really thought he would be angry, but because you worried that you may have disappointed him. Which would have always been the worse of the two options in your own mind.

Colossus was the one to slide the ornate pocket doors open, you all trailing in behind him as you entered the study.

It was warm inside, the fireplace crackling and dancing. That fire was the only light besides a couple small table lamps and a TV now on mute, but still running the late night news.

You were but weren’t surprised to see Erik sitting there as well, a short glass of what looked like scotch in one hand. There was a chessboard as well, positioned between himself and Charles on a little table, the pieces clearly still in play.

As the TV flickered again though, you glanced back to it reflexively. You saw an exterior shot of the restaurant you’d been at only a short time earlier, now with police tape all around. It cut to a video of Colossus walking up to police cars with Giovanni in hand, but then just as quickly the flashing red and blue lights changed to the white flashes of cameras and yourself and Peter talking before the sudden kiss. You only looked to the floor in renewed embarrassment then, choosing not to read the ticker captions currently scrolling beneath the now looping video.

“Hey, Dad...” Peter said somewhat unsure, but still the first to speak. He’d shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket now, as he often did when nervous. “Didn’t know you were in town.”

“Peter.” Erik answered plainly though, taking a sip of his drink before setting it back down. “I only arrived this afternoon. I had been hoping for a quiet evening.” He looked briefly towards the television, but then coolly back to Peter. “But here we are aren’t we?”

“Erik,” Xavier warned lightly though, no doubt sensing Peter tense further at the tone.

“They aren’t children anymore, Charles.” Erik responded sharply. “And it never should have been allowed to get to this point. I told you from the beginning that they should have worn masks, they should have been discreet. Trying to craft this foolhardy public image of the new X-Men as some celebrity clean up crew for humans’ mistakes, it’s making a mockery of us all.”

The exasperated breath that came out of the Professor next told you that this was far from the first time that this subject had come up as a point of contention between the two. But the rest of you were quite helpless whenever Erik and Charles would start to argue in front of you.

Xavier countered, “As I have also said before, Erik, we all knew there would be some negatives from moving more into the public eye with our team. But how can mutant kind ever be accepted for who we really are if we only kept slinking in the shadows for the rest of our lives? It’s no different than Raven showing herself on camera all those years ago. You know what an impact that made on the youth in our community then.”

“But the humans are fickle. The magazines and the talk shows only jest at you now. What happens when they turn on you? When my son’s face is only on a wanted list in a database, Charles? What then?”

The anger and protectiveness flaring up in Erik’s tone only made the room even more uncomfortable, yet you didn’t find yourself surprised. Peter’s relationship with his father would never be an easy one, but you knew in the end that Erik did feel a sense of responsibility towards his progeny. And hell have mercy on anyone who did ever truly harm Wanda, Peter, or Lorna and word of it get back to their father.

Charles remained patient though, likely understanding those paternal emotions all too well himself. The Professor treated you all as well as his own after all. “The ones that wish to harm us already knew who we were, Erik. They don’t need to pick up that gossip drivel to find us. We protect ourselves by staying together, as we always have. They want us, then they’ll have to face us all. And Lord knows even gods have tried.”

Erik frowned, and for a moment you wondered if Xavier was saying something more to him telepathically. Something to make him finally quiet or at least agree to postpone the argument’s continuation for later in private.

Regardless of whether your instincts were correct or not on that, their conversation did end abruptly then. Charles switched to a warmer, but still slightly tired tone as he looked back to the rest of you. “Well, I know you’re all ready for tonight to be over. I won’t keep you much longer. Kitty, if you could make sure that weapon you confiscated ends up locked in Hank’s lab tonight, we’ll see about it later. Given that those men would not need something so extravagant just to dispose of other humans, I’m certain it was developed or at least purchased with our kind in mind. We will learn what we can.”

She nodded in agreement before he then turned his attention to the, to this point, uncharacteristically silent Russell with a kind look. “And Russell, I appreciate you deciding to give us a second chance. You’re welcome to stay of course. Did you still wish to speak to me? I know it’s late. Don’t feel obligated to stay and talk if this is all a bit much right now. We can always go over more about the school in the morning.”

“Um...” The boy blinked, not quite ready it seemed for any of the focus to be back on him so soon. And it was only then that you realized it was Erik that Russell kept staring at as he tried to formulate a real response. Actually Erik and briefly back to Peter, that tell tale look on the boy’s face that you’d seen so many times before when people realized who Peter really was, who his father was. Russell was maybe even regretting picking on Peter earlier now.

Charles certainly hadn’t missed that though. Surely sensing all the boy’s thoughts and feelings now as he continued. “It’s alright, Russell. Yes, Magneto does stop in here from time to time. We’re old friends. Yet I hardly think you should be so concerned with him when you’ve already gotten on quite well with my stepbrother haven’t you?” Xavier was actually smiling then. “To get on the Juggernaut’s good side, if even briefly, is quite impressive I must say.”

That did seem to finally break the ice a little then as Russell looked back to Charles. “Yeah, I... I needed a prison friend. A big one.”

“He is that, certainly,” The Professor responded. “Yet to answer the other questions still running through your mind -and forgive me to read you- but of course you can absolutely train with us to better learn to control your fire powers if you’d like. And yes, you may also have a television in your room. I think that’s a reasonable request after living in less than desirable conditions with Wade for this long.”

“Yeah, there were rats and the old blind lady sells cocaine.” Russell answered so matter of factly that the rest of you, minus Charles who was evidently now fully aware of Russell’s recent memories, all just stared.

“Despite his, ah, unique flaws, I can say that Wade would never willingly let anything happen to you.” Xavier just continued. “But yes, it would likely be best to give you a bit more sanitary and less illegal living conditions. And of course this would all be voluntary, if you find you don’t like it here after all, you’re always free to go as well.”

“Cool. Yeah.” Russell agreed. Though not really sure what else to say.

“Wonderful,” Charles just looked back to Colossus and Kitty then. “Can you two please see Russell to one of the empty rooms so he may pick one out to sleep tonight? And please let Wade know of his decision to stay for now.”

Colossus spoke up though before they all walked out together, “And am I sending Wade home as well? I do not think he and Logan can be peaceable for a whole night in the same building.”

“Agreed. Like oil and water there. I would prefer not to have to repair cerebro again either, as we’d had to from his last stay with us.” Xavier looked apologetic though to Colossus. “Is it too much to ask that you offer him a ride back home tonight?”

But Russell just cut in before Colossus could respond. “Nah, Wade already called a cab to meet him back here before we left town. You can just dump him outside now. Let him be their problem.” But even Russell knew to elaborate a little. “And it’s not some random person he might scare off. It’s his friend Dopinder. But you might want to give him some money first. He never pays the guy. Wade doesn’t carry a wallet. Tightwad.”

Kitty sighed. “I’ll cover it. I have cash. Never got to eat or pay for our dinner after all.” She glanced to you and Peter briefly. “Maybe next weekend?”

“We can try,” You offered quietly.

She smiled, understanding that sentiment that you all might want to lay low for awhile after this fiasco of an evening. “I guess we’ll see how we feel. Night, guys.”

“Night.” You and Peter responded to her in unison.

When Kitty, Colossus, and Russell had left the room, you happened to glance back at the TV, though you were at least a little relieved to see the news had finally gone off and by the captions it was just some talk show host joking about whatever a bigger idiot politician had done now.

But Peter’s voice brought your attention back to him.

“Are we free to go too?” He asked cautiously, maybe even more uneasy now that it was just the four of you as he looked to his father and Charles.

The two older men exchanged a glance of their own as silence hung for a moment.

Erik sighed eventually though to break it. His voice serious, but lacking it’s usual coldness. “You can’t keep diving into everything headfirst, Peter. You’re going to get yourself killed.” He seemed to be studying his son’s face a moment. “And what are those bruises even from?”

“I, uh...fell down a flight of stairs.” Peter answered, taking a breath as if to steel himself for further scolding, obviously that admission only adding to his father’s point.

Yet you interjected before Erik could respond. Before you could help yourself, as it wasn’t fair for Peter to be singled out here. “I’m the one that told him to go to the basement.” Normally Scott was mission leader, or maybe Ororo. This wasn’t a role you were used to, but you’d take responsibility where it was due tonight. “I thought it would be safest for him to go first, to disarm them all, but-”

“But you sent him straight into an ambush.” Erik countered. And when his gaze shifted to you with those words, it was clear that even after this long, it still had an effect. An intimidation factor that you could only hope didn’t show through in your expression.

But it was Charles that came to your defense. “That’s a gross over simplification, Erik. Peter had already examined the area on his own accord moments before to no harm. There would have been no reason for them to think he couldn’t return to it.”

For Xavier to already know that level of detail, meant he’d already searched you and Peter’s minds tonight as well, just as he had Kitty about the gun. Which honestly was okay with you as it meant you wouldn’t have to really explain everything that had happened and risk making things sound even worse.

But Erik was still staring at you both, looking displeased.

Peter shifted, uncomfortable with the quiet. “Look, if you’re going to yell at me for what I did on TV, then just get it over with. It wasn’t (Y/N)’s fault. I was the one that made us stay as long as we did, and I was the one that got pissed off at what those guys were saying. It’s always like no one can believe we’re still together. Like I have to keep proving it.”

That admission actually did catch you off guard. Especially to be said here in front his father, and well in all honesty sort of stepfather that Charles was for all intents and purposes. You immediately felt you should say something, but were even further stunned when Erik beat you to it.

“Peter, for God’s sake. You may have problems, but I assure you that (Y/N) is not one of them. Quit being so dense, boy.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d actually just received a rare semi-compliment from Erik.

But Peter just rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the pep talk, Dad. Yes, I know that. I’m saying how do I make everyone else know that? Some fatherly wisdom would be great right now.”

Erik frowned, looking annoyed at Peter’s reaction. “I’ve told you before, I can’t teach you self-confidence, no one can. Though I’ve always been willing to fight for what I wanted. That’s a start.”

“Erik, no.” Charles interrupted. “Peter, we all question ourselves from time to time. But when it comes to relationships, nothing going on on the outside will matter as long as you focus on keeping things strong between the two of you. Weakness there is the only way those outside troubles can get in to break things down.”

“Oh typical, Charles. So it’s still turn the other cheek to everything else then? Pacifism is not how love is won.” Erik replied, now staring back at Xavier.

“Love is not a thing to be fought over, Erik, and neither is (Y/N). People are not trophies to be claimed.” The Professor responded, meeting Erik’s gaze easily.

“Okayyyy,” Peter said, glancing to you and the no doubt really uncomfortable expression on your face now. “I think we’re just going to go to bed now.” His voice was getting a little quicker as he touched your arm as if to usher you out with him. “We’ll be more careful next time, we learned our lesson, so sincerely sorry and humbled, good nigh-”

“Peter.” Erik called back though before you could both reach the doorway.

Peter looked back reluctantly, only to see Erik now holding up a phone.

“Do at least message your sisters tonight to tell them you’re alright. As refreshing as it is to be receiving so many calls from them this evening, it’s only you they wish to speak to.”

“Uh, sure,” Peter offered, a little surprised. “I haven’t even looked at my phone. I will. Night!”

“Good night.” You also managed, speaking back at least politely to the two men just before Peter hurried you out into the hallway.

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You’d both chosen to take one of the other halls afterward, as to avoid the front foyer and any drama that may still be occurring there if Wade and Logan were still facing off. There was another set of stairs at the back of the house, and it’d been a real relief not to run into anyone else on the way as you took them up to your floor.

By the time you finally got to your bedroom, you didn’t bother to turn on the ceiling light, just switching on the lamp at your bedside end table as you sat down on the bed. You pulled off your shoes, and heard Peter’s jacket already hitting the floor before his own weight hit the bed, making you bounce slightly.

“Ugh,” He said, already barefoot and stretched out behind you laying on his back. “That was awkward right?”

“What part of the night specifically?” You questioned, throwing off your own coat into a then indiscernible pile in the darkness outside of the lamp light. Normally you were the one picking up after Peter, but you weren’t in the mood to hang up or fold anything tonight.

“Good point,” He conceded. “But I was mainly thinking of Dad and Charles. Sorry to drag you into that.”

Yeah, that had been pretty weird. “Well, Xavier was just trying to help. And I think your Dad was too...in his own way. I guess.” There wasn’t a whole lot you could add to that. Peter’s insecurities could flare up from time to time still, but he’d actually gotten a little better over the years. At some point he had finally realized you really were going to stick around. It wasn’t just pretty words and passing teenage hormones.

After you’d actually started rooming together officially, you knew there had even been some joking from your friends about Magneto one day becoming your father-in-law. But you tried not to humor any of that. You were in no hurry, and felt further commitment to that level would have to be Peter’s decision. It wouldn’t be fair to put him under that kind of pressure.

You knew he had reservations on the subject when none of his father’s marriages had ever worked out. He wouldn’t say it outright, but you were sure Peter felt there was still some sort of family curse there that he didn’t want to tempt fate with. As if making you his spouse would be the final straw and something would come to take all his happiness away.

You felt him moving a little then as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Alright, before I forget, group message to Wanda and Lorna...” But he paused, looking up at you with just a blank white screen on the phone. “What do you think I should tell them?”

“Peter, they’re your sisters.” You smiled, not sure why this would be a question to you. “Just say you’re fine, you’re back at the mansion, and you’re going to bed. You can always call them tomorrow.”

He made a face at that though, “What if I don’t want to call them tomorrow? They’re just going to lecture me. Oh, I know!” He smirked as if he’d thought of something clever, adding to whatever he was already typing. “Dad already fussed at me. So don’t worry about it. Wanda, tell mom the same thing. ❤️👍”

He turned the screen to show you. “Think that will work?”

“Genius.” You replied.

“Smart ass.” He grinned, but sent the message before quickly turning his phone back on silent and setting it on the other end table.

You took your own phone out your pocket, intentionally not reading the number of notifications left on the home screen as you also set it to the side before standing up to take your pants off.

You’d just slid them down, trying to step out of them when a sudden pinch to your backside almost had you stumble forward, one foot still stuck in a pants leg.

“Speaking of ass...” Peter teased, pulling his hand back before you could smack it.

“So the cannolis gave you a second wind, huh?” You turned, not surprised to see that devilish grin starting as he now looked you over while you next removed your shirt. You’d think he’d be used to this view by now.

“I was feeling hopeful, yeah,” he replied, though remaining where he was in the bed as your shirt joined your pants on the floor. “Of course I am still pretty tired,” He added, “Maybe you could help me out here?”

You raised one eyebrow as he motioned to the zipper of his jeans. Oh, so this was how it was going to be? He seemed so pleased with his idea though, you couldn’t help but be amused.

***smut starts here, scroll on to skip*** “So pitiful, my poor speedster.” You said, albeit smiling as you climbed into the bed. You straddled him gently, seeing that needful look already beginning to cloud his eyes as he still laid on his back beneath you.

You were tired yourself, and hungry still, but you’d survive until morning. This effort for some physical intimacy seemed worth it to at least end this bizarre night on a good note for the both of you.

And you knew you both wanted it. He might be making a play that he was going to make you do all the work right now, but you highly doubted he’d have the self control to not jump in once things actually got going.

You pushed his shirt up, running both your hands up the sides of his torso. Like anyone would expect for someone as fast as him, he was built lean, though there was sinew there. Just that bit of muscle, storing all that energy, ready to take off at a moment’s notice.

The room was cool. It was still winter and the high ceilings didn’t do much to keep heat near the floor. You knew your hands would be a little cold as well. So you willed just the slightest bit of your energy field from your palms, warming them as you stroked his chest. You could see the bit of bruising here and there from his earlier fall, but luckily nothing extreme.

He relaxed his head into the pillows behind him, clearly enjoying the feel even as you heard his breathing increase slightly. He liked to be petted, but you knew it would be too much of a tease for him if you focused above his waist for too much longer.

You left his shirt pushed up to bare his abdomen to you, even as your hands ran carefully back down, stopping at his belt. Never quite the typical guy when it came to fashion, it wasn’t a normal peg and hole type, but actually an old seatbelt buckle. You undid it with a click, pulling it out through the belt loops of his pants as he arched a little to take his weight off the back and fully free it.

Once that was out of the way, you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with little fanfare. His normally loose boxers were already a little tighter though you noticed.

He made a noise, shifting into the touch as you cupped him with your hand. You massaged the area through the fabric, feeling him gradually stiffen as you got a little more forceful.

By the time he was fully erect, it was all too simple to slip him through the now stretched open flap in the boxers.

You had been intending to stroke him now, but on a whim you decided to go another route. Something a little less predictable you hoped, but what you knew he would still like. You doubted you were all that good at it really, but he’d never complained before.

And you could tell he was surprised, you heard him take in a quick breath as you lowered your mouth down on him, sucking him as he spread open his legs for you. You couldn’t take him in too deep without gagging yourself, but you tried to make up for it by moving up and down gingerly as you used your tongue as well.

It must have been stimulating enough for him though as you felt his hand on the back of your head shortly after, and felt his hips starting to rock rhythmically against your mouth.

He gave a quiet moan, he was so very hard now, but you didn’t let up. You knew sometimes, especially if it’d been a while since you’d last had a chance to be intimate together, he may actually cum fairly quickly. But if he did, then he did. You weren’t worried about whether you got anything in return tonight. Truthfully, your heart was already pounding, the heat in you building, just because you knew he was so aroused.

It was always give and take, and there was no rule of whose turn it was at any given time.

His whole body stiffened a little and for a moment you thought that would be it. But his hand moved to your shoulder suddenly instead, pushing you back as you released him in response.

You pursed your lips as you looked back up at him, that little bit of irritation still felt on them of where they’d dragged against him.

He was already sitting up though, pulling his shirt off completely before he tossed it off the bed. “Come on, babe, clothes off please.” He breathed, his silver hair falling into his dark eyes as you moved off of him and he laid back again just long enough that he could pull off his jeans and work his erection free from his boxers before they ended up cast out into the darkness as well.

While you’d been watching him, you’d also been unhooking your bra as requested, tossing that away. Which left only your underwear before you’d slid it down your legs, flicking it off too once it’d only been left swinging from one foot. He closed the small distance between you so fast then, you were sure he’d actually just used his powers before you felt his lips against yours. Desperate almost, as his tongue pressed through immediately afterward.

You shivered, not expecting the feel of his fingers against your entrance almost simultaneously. Just two of them, moving methodically against you. The room felt far from cold now. But you were just kissing him equally as hard now as he started to push his fingers in further, testing your readiness.

By the time you trembled again from his probing, you knew you were fully wet enough. It was a mutual realization evidently as he broke the kiss, urging you to turn so your back was facing him as he moved behind you on the bed.

You understood what he wanted as he kneeled behind you. You let yourself lean down onto your elbows in the pillows, but also on your knees in the back as you felt him grab your hips from behind. You arched your back, curving your back downward to help angle yourself into him as you felt his tip pressing into you.

As wet as you were now, he only had to try a couple times before he was able to slide fully in. To the hilt so to speak as you felt his torso now pressed flush against you. Already that slight sheen of sweat was starting where your skin touched together as he began to thrust.

The bed was creaking, and you bit back a moan of your own, never quite sure how thick the walls really were in this house. It was kind of an unspoken thing that as long as precautions were taken, and the others in the house didn’t have to hear or see anything you did in the privacy of your own room, then no one would care if people coupled up. For the two of you, precautions only meant a birth control pill, not worrying about condoms any longer after several years of monogamy.

His thrusts were getting even more uneven though, which told you he was close to orgasm. But you couldn’t help but push back against him yourself, panting a little as you felt him grab and squeeze one of your breasts. He was supporting himself with his other arm as he leaned forward suddenly, still inside you as he nipped you lightly on one shoulder, then kissing the same spot before he breathed in your ear.

“How do you always feel so good?” He murmured.

As he let go of your breast, you felt his hand go back between your legs. Even though he was still buried fully in you, his fingers went back to teasing the outside. The over stimulation left you shuddering, and you knew he was trying to get you to orgasm first.

His fingers just kept moving as he started to thrust again. You loved that feeling of fullness, when he was all the way inside, but it was the added teasing of his fingers where you were most sensitive that finally sent you over the edge. Your muscles inside spasming around him then as that unmistakable burst of euphoria went through you, leaving every piece of you trembling.

He clearly felt your orgasm, only moving both hands back to your hips then. Pulling you back against him as he thrust roughly several more times, enough to get his own release as you felt his erection pulse in its own right, knowing he had then let go inside you as you felt that warmth already dribbling back out onto the bedsheets.

Even though you’d started the foreplay, he’d done most the work for the finish. Yet you still felt spent now, only rolling onto your back after he pulled out, trying not to let too much of his seed run back out of you and onto the bed.

He was still breathing a little unevenly as he left the bed only long enough to go grab a clean hand towel from the bathroom. One of those pluses of having had the mansion rebuilt back then was that so many more of the rooms now had their own bathrooms. And after he’d wiped the residue off of himself, he handed you the towel. You dabbed up the small spot on the bed, before wiping off the remainder from your skin as well, then tossing the towel unceremoniously onto the floor with everything else.

Peter turned off the end table lamp before climbing back into the bed beside you in the darkness. The only light then coming from the moon and starlight through the thin curtains at the windows.

You were both still naked, and a little bit hot as you only pulled the covers as high as your waists, knowing the room’s cool air would chill you quickly enough now that no more physical exertion was taking place.

Hot or not though, his arms went around you as he then pulled you into a spooning position in the darkness. You actually felt that he was still about half hard too as it touched against your backside again, you now both laying on your sides with your back to his chest.

***sex over, you’re safe to start reading again*** “That almost made up for this entire night,” He joked quietly, kissing the back of your neck a couple times before you felt him smile against your skin. He moved one of his hands to trail it lightly over your hip, the sensation tickling you slightly as he spoke again. His voice was soft, a true contentment in his tone. “Love you.”

That wasn’t a phrase he said often. But the both of you seemed to save the word as to never water it down. When it was said, it made it really mean something more.

You reached down for his hand that’d been playing with your hip, grasping it warmly and weaving your fingers between his. “I love you.” You said simply, no need to elaborate on what was just a fact.

He squeezed your hand a little harder, but said nothing more, you both just enjoying the touch and comfort of each other’s presence.

You moved your head a little more into the pillows, getting just right as you closed your eyes.

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Your dreams faded in and out, nothing you could remember in detail though as the sunlight on your face now had you squinting. You thought of just pulling the blanket back over your head, but your brain started to register the smell of food as well. Bacon specifically as you lifted your head a little, trying to focus.

“It lives!” Peter joked from beside you, sitting cross legged on top the blankets and just in his boxers again. Two plates of food sat in front of him, the source of the smell you realized as you sat up a little, pulling the sheet up enough to cover your bare chest in the cool room.

Very rarely did he ever wake before you, and your still half asleep stare of confusion only made him smirk a little.

“I had to pee.” He said through a mouthful of food, a sausage biscuit with a large bite already taken out of it in one hand, and a video game controller pressed down into the bed with the other. His hand with the controller was blurring slightly as he moved it just fast enough to work the joy stick and buttons simultaneously. “Then I remembered they released that new DLC last night. Had to try it out. I turned the volume down though. Considerate right?”

And it was indeed silent, not the usual grunts and blasts and screams from that gory fighting game he loved so much. His character was currently comboing another into oblivion on the small TV across from the end of your bed.

Your lack of any real dinner the night before had you focusing back to the food in front of you though.

“Go on,” Peter encouraged. “I knew you’d be hungry. It’s not all for me.”

Normally you were against eating in bed, just from the crumbs and general mess it could make. You’d had the misfortune to find the sticky remnants of Twinkies and the like from Peter’s late and early snacking many times.

Yet even as you picked up one of the amazing looking sausage and egg biscuits for yourself, you wondered if anyone else was now going without. Was it stolen goods? “Where...did this come from?” You asked, voice still a little hoarse from just waking, even as you bit down hungrily.

But the implication of your question didn’t even faze him. “Oh there was plenty. Raven told Hank he didn’t know how to cook, so guess who wins? Us when he made three damn trays of these things.”

“Sounds like she had a plan.” You responded, also grabbing a couple pieces of bacon now.

“Totally.” He agreed. “And orange juice is on the end table, babe.”

You glanced to your side, indeed just noticing the glass beside you then. “Well, you’ve been busy.” But your attention eventually drifted back to him only sitting there in his boxers after you’d taken a few sips of juice. “Did anyone even see you?”

“Nah. Maybe they felt an errant breeze or two.” But he was grinning in a way that still gave you pause.

You watched him a little while longer, only feeling more and more sure before you finally offered out the accusation. “No. You did something. Something else...”

He’d already emptied his plate now, both hands on the video game controller then as he seemed to put his focus solely back to the TV screen. Intentionally of course before he grabbed the nearby remote to start turning the volume back up.

“Peter.” You spoke anyway, knowing full well he could still hear you. “Did we not just scrape by last night without any big consequences? You’re going to put that goodwill to the test already this morning?”

“It’ll be fine.” He answered. “It’s nothing.”

Your eyebrows raised a little. His ‘fine’ and yours could sometimes be completely different things. You sighed, going back to eating the food in front of you as Peter’s character liberated the head off another in a ridiculous fountain of CGI blood.

If you could just finish your breakfast before the next possible calamity-

The bedroom door absolutely rattled in its frame with the pounding on it that almost had you spilling the juice in the bed. By the time your annoyed look moved to the spot Peter had just been, the video game was already paused. Only yourself now alone with whoever was on the other side of that door.

“Just say I’m not here!”

You couldn’t even tell where the whisper came from. Peter either hiding in the closet or maybe the bathroom, they were too near each other to tell.

“I’m not even dressed!” You retorted just to him, quite literally naked as you tried to disentangle yourself from the blankets without dumping your food plate, while simultaneously setting the glass of juice back onto the end table.

Peter said nothing more, so you could only call out that you were coming as you anxiously tried to find some of your clothes from the night before. You were able to find your underwear, and the um, incriminating towel, but that was about it. Sure it’d been dark, but how on Earth anything else could have gotten much farther or under something so quickly was beyond you. You kicked the towel under the bed, and you just had to settle for Peter’s t-shirt crumpled in your path as you grabbed it up and yanked it over your head, hurrying for the door.

You still tried to tug the shirt down as far as you could though, at least covering your panties and butt you hoped before you finally pulled the door open. Pantsless, barefoot, and probably with bedhair as you stared up into the glowing red eyes of a very irritated looking, and entirely shirtless Remy LeBeau.

His expression softened just slightly at the sight of you, his lips curling into a handsome smile. But one that didn’t quite reach those crimson eyes. “Mornin’, cher...so sorry to intrude, but I need to have a few words with that boy toy of yours.”

Yet you were staring still, taking time to process the sight before you. There was black...large black streaks all across his face. It circled his eyes in a cartoon like representation of glasses. Though he already had some stubble on his face, the streaks condensed around his mouth as well, like the upturned mustache and goatee of an old timey villain. As if he should be going to tie up some poor girl to train tracks somewhere.

“Oh my God,” you breathed. Permanent marker, seriously? How old were all of you again? “Remy, I’m sorry.” You thought about saying something about how Peter had let those paparazzi get under his skin last night. But it wouldn’t matter. Not if none of these boys were in the mood to be reasonable right now.

“You know you’re not going to catch him.” Is what you finally said. “Please don’t blow up my bedroom trying.”

“And he ain’t worth my chasin’, petite. I just want to talk,” Remy insisted though, voice as smooth as you’d ever heard it as he leaned against your doorframe in only a pair of pajama pants.

But the few playing cards now flitting between his fingers told you otherwise on his supposed peaceful intentions. Yet when he saw you look down at them, another one appeared seemingly from nowhere in his other hand.

He offered it to you, “But if he isn’t man enough to show himself, at least I get the pleasure of your company, non?”

The card was the king of hearts of course as he palmed it into your hand before you could think to stop him. But you knew it wouldn’t be charged if he was handing it to you like that. You trusted him at least that much.

Yet you were quite sure he was still only trying to lure Peter out by audibly flirting with you now. And sadly, it would probably work. “Remy, can you two just save it for the danger room?” You tried again. “It’s too early, really. I was just trying to eat breakfast.”

“Well, seeing as how you’ve been ditched, I don’t see why someone like you should have to eat all alone.” He answered effortlessly, just strolling past you further into the bedroom as if there was no awkwardness in this at all.

In a moment of panic you wondered if it’d be best to just call for backup. Your cell phone wasn’t very far. Was everyone awake already? What if you just called Rogue? That’d be the most straight forward right? Oh, but you could imagine that conversation. Hey girl, come get your man out of my bedroom please? Yet she totally would. He’d be as helpless as a toddler if she decided she was dragging him out.

“You know,” Remy said, considering a little as he palmed one of the uneaten biscuits right off the tray like it was a bauble to steal. “I did think we looked good together in those pictures they printed from the beach. It’s only natural you know. When two people have chemistry, everybody can see it.”

And that was it, the final straw. You didn’t even know why you still jumped when the bathroom door flung all the way open. The window opened too, a couple cards Remy had already thrown then exploding out there harmlessly like little fireworks as Peter had redirected them outside.

Your bedsheet seemed to have a mind of its own as it ripped off the bed and tied around Gambit as well, pinning his arms to his sides as he was forced to then kneel in front of you.

Peter reappeared at your side, looking down at his handiwork as he scowled at the other man. It was a rare expression on Peter’s face, but a little more jarring for that reason.

“Apologize to (Y/N).” Peter demanded. “Or you’re going out the window next.”

But you knew Remy’s wounded pride meant there would be no such possibility of deescalation now. They were going to have to be physically separated and given a cool off period no matter what. As you considered whether to actually put a shield around one or both of them to essentially begin preparations for mutant time out, Remy was already countering back at Peter, a mocking tone rolling off his tongue.

“Alright. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry that you got saddled with a jealous little boy who goes after rivals in their sleep rather than face them like a man. And then just hides behind that same woman he thinks they’re going to take from him, yeah?”

Oh for God’s sake! You dropped the card Remy had given you, that you’d for some reason still been holding. You powered up, trying to catch both of the guys in two of your force fields, Peter had already been in movement though. In actuality you’d only ended up shielding Remy just before Peter had kicked the field, looking as if the hit had been intended for the Cajun’s chest.

“Don’t protect him!” Peter looked to you in surprise.

“I’m protecting both of you!” You responded, then glowing white and hovering now several feet off the floor in your annoyance.

“Kinky.” A new voice spoke, followed by a sing song voice that unfortunately you did now recognize as Deadpool continued. “I see London, I see France, I see (Y/N)’s underpants!”

With your energy humming around you, Peter’s shirt you were wearing was now billowing up a little you realized. Indeed giving a full view to all those below you. You dropped back to the floor immediately, but didn’t power down, keeping the field around Remy as you turned to look at the several people now standing in your doorway.

“You know, this is exactly how those rumors start,” Ellie said in her usual dry tone, taking in the truly bizarre scene of the three of you. “Putting on some clothes might be a good first step. Or you know, at least closing the door.”

The girl otherwise known as Negasonic Teenage Warhead was never one to mince words, even to you all, her sort of superiors. Her girlfriend Yukio only stood beside her, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“Yeah, don’t mind us you little OT3, I just came back to bring Russel his stuff.” He motioned to the boy, who was now also staring at you all. “And your boss Charlie X said I had to have an escort, so I got my old buddies here Nega-angst and Yukio-chan. Oh and-”

Deadpool suddenly grabbed another man who had been standing behind them, bringing him to the front. “This is my all time best buddy Dopinder, he wanted a tour of mutant Hogwarts as well.”

“Hello.” The young man waved a bit shyly. “It is an honor to meet more of DP’s superhero allies.”

“Hey.” Peter said oddly to them after a moment, then looking back to you again. The randomness seemed to have snapped him out of his fixation on getting even with Remy at least for the moment. It now looked like he was waiting for guidance from you on what to do next.

You heard an audible sigh from Remy then as he spoke up. “I rather not destroy your sheets, cher. Truce for today?”

You glanced back to Peter first though before letting down the shield. Making sure he’d agree to untie him. Peter looked reluctant still, but eventually nodded.

And with that you powered down, your field around Remy disappearing as all the energy faded back inside you. In another instant he was completely untied, the sheet semi neatly back on your bed then. You knew some of the food had to have gone flying wherever when Peter had ripped off the bedsheet earlier in their scuffle. But you didn’t really care right now.

“Woah, woah. Is that the new MK game?” Wade just questioned suddenly, then seemingly oblivious to all else as he strode into your room as well.

Why no one had any boundaries today, you had no idea.

“Wait, we get video games too?” Russell also sounded impressed, just following.

“Some of us,” Ellie replied though, giving Peter a skeptical look. “That one might have had a five finger discount.”

Peter huffed at her, non committal on the truth of that statement though, “It’s the new one, yeah. The new DLC just added more characters too.”

You didn’t even care anymore honestly as Wade pulled off his mask and hopped immediately onto your and Peter’s bed, grabbing a controller. “Dibs on Johnny Cage, mother fuckers. Let daddy show you how it’s done.”

“Hey, I want to be Scorpion!” Russell replied, actually sounding like the fourteen year old he really was for once.

And you saw Peter was already digging out another controller from his gaming pile as he scoffed at them both. “Man, you can try. I’ll wipe the floor with you and buzzcut you down to bloody stumps with Kung Lao.”

“Dopinder, google Johnny Cage combos, stat!” Deadpool requested as his friend hurried in, dutifully sitting on the floor and pulling out a cell phone to do just that.

Remy was actually the only male in the room to not be sucked in as he gave you a little look while walking back out. “Later, petite. Sorry for real about the fuss. You know he just irks me.” He leaned in a little closer just to you though. “And I know you’re faithful. He just needs to leave me out of it. Quit readin’ dem damn gossip magazines, yeah?”

“Yes.” You agreed with a smile. A little optimism returning that maybe the two of them could be reasoned with after all. “See ya, Remy.”

He nodded, winking at both Ellie and Yukio as well before he slipped past them and out down the hall. Yukio giggled, but Ellie only rolled her eyes.

“Well, if you put some pants on, maybe there’s still some breakfast left down there. Want to go?” Ellie asked you, crossing her arms. She smirked then though, the guys now commentating and mocking one another like there was some big sporting match going on just a few feet from you. “Let Wade be Peter’s problem for a while, I think you’ve earned it.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed without much hesitation. If Peter needed you, it’s not like it’d even take him two seconds to find you, even with the size of this house.

You did see him glance back ever so briefly as you dug some sweatpants out your dresser drawer and pulled them on though. You made an eating gesture and he nodded, understanding where you were going.

He also made a motion like drinking and you knew that meant he wanted you to bring him back some soda. The more sugar the better for him.

As you walked back downstairs with Ellie and Yukio, Ellie chuckled to herself a little. “You know Wade’s going to think Peter is his bff now. Better buckle up for that ride. Colossus can probably give you some pointers.”

You sighed, looking at the younger two girls. “We’ve survived everything that’s been thrown at us to this point. Could always be worse.”

“Oh yeah, it’ll get worse.” Ellie answered.

Yukio nodded, yet still smiling. “Wade is very special. And deadly.”

“Like a contagion,” Ellie added.

It still didn’t matter though. New, strange friends, or old sometimes combative friends. Gossip and rumors, or anything else. In the end you had to agree with Xavier as you so often usually did. As long as you and Peter kept strong together, none of that outside noise could ever tear you down. You had each other and that was all you needed.

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End. Thanks for reading! Art by NACCHAN96.

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be my festival date! (yamaguchi)

word count: 2,002

pairing: yamaguchi tadashi x fem!reader

warnings: yamaguchi being exactly what you might want in a partner so be warned lol

a/n: hello soft beans! i hope you guys like this because i love yams so much and wrote this so quickly so i definitely didn’t proofread it so im sorry if it makes no sense lol i really hope yall like this tho :3 it played out like a movie in my head so im hoping i did it justice haha enjoy!

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Yamaguchi couldn’t be 100% sure, but he was almost positive that he had been the only guy on the team that you had actually asked to come to the festival to see. Everyone else had the guts to ask you on their own but you had asked him… that had to mean something special right?

When he had posed this idea to Tsukishima, his eyes sparkling excitedly, Tsukishima raised an uninterested eyebrow, shrugging a bit as he responded, “Or maybe she just didn’t think you’d actually ask her.”

Yamaguchi considered this, and after a moment of disappointment as he thought about how uncool he must be for you to think he wouldn’t have asked you, his posture straightened and he puffed his chest out, “But that still means she wanted to hang out with me! Even if she thinks I’m a coward, she considers me a coward worth being with, right?” He beamed, not looking to Tsukishima this time for confirmation. He didn’t really need it anyways, because the cute snapchat you sent him the morning of the festival day confirmed it. A super cute pic of you getting all dressed with the caption, “Can’t wait to see you, Yams!” with a heart emoji… this is how he would die, Yams was sure of it. He could practically hear it in your voice- you had the prettiest voice. 

Yamaguchi didn’t know how to tell you that without seeming creepy because he didn’t mean to be creepy. But what was the line between creepy and cute? He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable or anything but there was something so intoxicating about you, so addicting, and Yamaguchi couldn’t get enough.

It honestly felt like the two of you had known each other for forever - Yamaguchi was always so easy to talk to, everything bugging you practically rolled off your tongue the moment you saw him because you always knew he’d genuinely try to help and would never dismiss your feelings. He was snarky in the best way, mumbling sassy responses to annoying classmates the two of you had, or making somewhat shady comments with a smile on his face so people could never really tell if he was being mean or just oblivious. But that cheeky wink he would always send you made you realize - Yamaguchi was not all soft spots and smiles, but he had quite the mischievous side to him too.

You loved nothing more than teasing him - especially when he got all sassy on you. You couldn’t count how many times he’d flipped the switch from playful to embarrassed and flustered when you’d flirt with him, how hard you’d laugh at how speechless he’d get. The look on his face made your whole heart swell in happiness, especially when you told him later how genuine all your comments had been. You knew all kinds of things about this boy, which is why, as surprised as you were to see him standing ahead waiting for you with a small bouquet in his hands, you also weren’t surprised at all because Yamaguchi loved classic romantic moves.

“Those wouldn’t be for me would they?” You called out as you got closer, giggling as Yamaguchi turned, his cheeks already burning red as he caught your eye.

“Course not, they’re totally for the other pretty girl who I’m seeing,” Yamaguchi smiled, his words seeming cocky and yet his voice gave him away, cracking in nervousness. You laughed as he handed them to you, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as you admired them. “It’s… It’s a dried bouquet,” he explained as your eyes wandered over them. “That way you won’t just have dead plants later. I’ve got a box you can put them in so you don’t have to carry it too,” he said, showing you the box he had set down nearby. 

You beamed up at him, giggling at just how shy he seemed, “You’re so cuteeee,” you teased, reaching over to give him a tight hug. “I love them, Yams, thank you so much!”

He tried to laugh off his awkwardness but god, you were just so pretty, it was like seeing you again for the first time, “So, I know the fireworks are happening over there,” he said, nodding in the direction everyone was migrating towards. “But I was actually thinking we could go sit up on that hill over there. We’d get a better view of it all plus there wouldn’t be as many people so you could actually sit,” he tried to explain, but you didn’t really need any explanation. You had already grabbed hold of his hand and headed for the direction of the hill, jumping happily as you expressed just how excited you were for these fireworks.

“Have you enjoyed your festival day so far?” Yamaguchi asked as the two of you sat down, him leaning back on his hands behind him.

You nodded with a huge smile on your face, “Honestly, it’s been the best day. And I’m getting to see the fireworks with you! What more could a girl ask for?” You hummed, letting yourself fly back until your head touched the ground, giggling as you stared up at the darkening sky. 

The two of you chatted away as minutes ticked by, waiting for that exciting sound of the fireworks bursting into the sky, laughing at stupid jokes, and even goofing around while thumb wrestling.

“Hey, Y/N?” Yamaguchi asked suddenly, swallowing hard as he felt himself build up the courage.

“Hm?”

“I was… I was wondering-” he started, but of course his timing was god awful. 

Sounds of a firework ripping through the air shot past so loudly, your eyes darted over, widening at the sudden burst of light and the loud boom that followed. Two more shot in the air right after, brilliant colours flashing along the sky near you two.

“Wow! Yamaguchi look! That one’s in the shape of a fish!” You giggled, pointing up at the sky.

Yamaguchi just watched you for a moment, smiling to himself - sure, he was disappointed he had waited so long to ask only to be interrupted, but look at you. Look at that smile… how could he feel anything but feel like the luckiest guy in the world? 

The two of you watched as different coloured shapes and explosions coloured the universe around you, the lights becoming more and more brilliant as the sun set further. The evening winds flew by, brushing against you slightly as you tried to snuggle into Yams’ side further, your arms feeling most of the cool air.

“You alright?” Yamaguchi asked, noticing the brief shudder you gave.

You nodded quickly, smiling up at him shyly, “Should’ve brought a sweater,” was all you said, shrugging a bit as you moved your hand to rub some warmth along your skin.

Yamaguchi didn’t hesitate for a second, desperately trying to tug his hoodie over his head, “Here! You can wear mine,” he grinned, handing it over to you happily.

You laughed at just how quickly he reacted, holding the sweater in your hands, “Thanks Yams… but won’t you be cold?”

Yamaguchi just shook his head, smiling down at you, “I was getting pretty warm anyways. Besides, you’d look really cute in that colour.”

You couldn’t help but scream internally because Yamaguchi honestly was one of the sweetest people you’d ever met. The two of you sat up slightly as he helped you tug the large hoodie over your head, and you burst up into view with a huge smile on your face, “Tadah!!” You giggled, beaming up at him.

Yamaguchi stared at you for a second, eyes glimmering in the light of the fireworks blasting behind you, “Yams?” You reached up to poke his nose, tilting your head as he seemed to go into a bit of a daze. He blinked for a moment, just staring at you more as he cupped your cheeks into his hands, his eyes locked onto yours.

You could’ve sworn for a moment there, he was actually considering kissing you. You could’ve imagined it… but did his eyes flicker to your lips? Your heart fluttered against your chest, unsure if you were even ready for that first kiss… but fully sure that you would be disappointed if he didn’t.

“Yams?” You whispered again, biting down on your bottom lip nervously as he held you there. 

A particularly loud firework had you both jump a bit, eyes flickering to a huge outburst of colours nearby, “I-I’m sorry, Y/N!” He yelped, bringing himself back into reality. “I… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!”

You laughed a little, your hands reaching up to cup your cheeks like he had done momentarily ago, feeling just how warm your skin was, “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Yamaguchi, don’t worry!” You insisted, smiling up at him. “I… I really liked you holding me like that.”

Yamaguchi’s whole face went a bright red, stammering out some noises as he attempted to explain to you that he hadn’t meant to hold you for that long but that he had really liked it too. But you laughed regardless, shaking your head as you grabbed his hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you sat back down next to him, leaning into his chest, “This is a perfect night,” you hummed as he relaxed, feeling him looking at you again and smiling because he really was just the sweetest guy you could ever ask for.

As the fireworks died down and the crowd slowly disappeared, Yamaguchi and you stood up, brushing the dust from your clothes and slowly made your way down the small hill you two had perched yourselves on.

“Hey, Y/N?” Yams found himself saying yet again, clearing his throat nervously as he tried to get these words out.

“Hm?” You looked back at him with that beautiful smile on your face, your hands interlaced together and his thumb grazing over your skin slowly.

“I… I wanted to thank you for asking me to come today… I really wanted to spend time with you so I’m sorry for not having asked you sooner,” he explained slowly, his eyes dropping to the ground slightly.

You giggled and squeezed his hand, “It’s alright, Yams, I was so excited to do something with you, I wanted to ask you!”

Yams looked up at you in slight surprise, smiling to himself as he felt the genuineness of your voice, “O-Oh okay! But… I’ll ask you out properly some day, okay?”

You felt your lips tug into a bigger smile hearing this, jumping up to give him a tight hug, “I’ll be waiting then,” you whispered as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for the most wonderful night! And for the flowers!” 

Yamaguchi held you tighter for just a moment, pressing a kiss on your forehead, “You’re welcome, sweetheart… keep the hoodie warm for me alright? You can give it back the second time we get to be together alright?” He smiled, touching your cheek gently as the two of you pulled away.

You nodded, happily wriggling around in the somewhat larger hoodie as you started to head away, giving him a happy wave. “Have a good night!” You called after you and Yamaguchi just stood there, watching you as you disappeared. His whole body felt like it was covered with goosebumps, a ghost of a feeling of you still holding his hand, holding him, kissing him…

His mind started to remember that moment where he held your face in his hands, the look of your lips and how his thoughts started to wonder how nice they would feel on his own.

“Ugh!” He whined loudly, shaking his head as he tried desperately to think about something else. But no matter how hard he tried for the rest of the night, the thought of your lips would follow him into his daydreams, and the dreams he had when he fell asleep that night.

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