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moodyclouds89 · 2 years

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Ran haitani x reader

Angst

You were always used to being ignored and left aside from everyone.

The only people who actually cared about you and never ignored you were your family.

While you were being ignored and left aside by everyone else except for your family your sister was the one who always had the attention.

She was perfect in everyone's eyes. She was beautiful, smart, funny, talented, she was just amazing!

You always looked up to her and always wished to be like her. You wished to be as beautiful and smart as your sister.

She was the girl every other girl was jealous of and the girl every boy wanted.

She was perfect

And you were happy for her. Really you were but sometimes you always felt a little envious of her.

I mean who wouldn't? She was the perfect girl.

Growing up all the boys you had crushes on would always end up liking her. They would come up to talk to you which gets you excited thinking they wanted to talk to you but only to have your heart broken when they ask about your sister.

People that you found cool and wanted to be friends with would always ignore you and go up to your sister.

Of course they would.

And the thing you hated the most was when you guys went out in public. Guys would go up to your sister and ask for her number and girls would always compliment her. It made you feel like something was wrong with you.

You never really had any friends because they always end up leaving you for your sister. Boys never had crushes on you, it would always be your sister.

But you couldn't hate her. She was an angel. She was always there for you and she loves you so much!

That's why you could never hate her.

It was a weekend. You decided to go out for a bit. Your sister went out with some friends and asked if you wanted to come along but you declined.

So here you are swinging on the swing with your eyes closed just enjoying the nice fresh air.

You opened your eyes only to be met with beautiful lilac eyes staring back at you.

You gasp and got up from the swing with a confused look on your face.

"Um, can I help you?"

"You look really pretty."

His words made you gasp in surprise while your cheeks heated up.

This was the first time someone has ever said that to you.

"Umm..er thanks?"

He chuckled seeing your reaction before taking a seat in the swing next to yours. You awkwardly stood there thinking whether or not you should leave or sit back down.

The boy chuckled before telling you to sit down. And you did what he said.

"What is a girl like you doing all alone?"

You could feel his gaze set up on you which made you nervous and look anywhere but him.

You were never used to being this close with a boy before or even having a full conversation with one. Usually they would come up to you for your sister only and that is it.

"Oh um I just wanted some time alone that's all."

He hums at your response before taking his eyes off you and staring ahead.

"My name ran haitani."

"Oh I'm y/n!"

He smiled and silently repeated your name again.

That was the day you and ran became friends.

Your first ever friend

After that day, ran took an interest in you. He thought you were cool and wanted to hang out with you more. Days passed by and you and ran were getting along very well. Weeks passed and you both would sometimes hang out when you're both not busy. Months passed and you and ran became close.

You started to slowly catch feelings for the older haitani. You would get flustered by his flirty comments and would want to be by him all the time.

You would often get a little jealous when he would flirt with other girls but you knew that he only did it to entertain them.

You thought that maybe just maybe you and ran might become something more than just friends.

But all that hope you had was out the window when ran met your sister.

Throughout the months ran never met or even knew you had a sister. You decided to not tell him, scared he might leave you to become friends with her.

You invited ran over to your house for a sleepover. You both were chilling in your room watching a movie before your bedroom door burst open.

"Y/n! Have you seen my phone charger- Oh you brought a friend over?" She said while staring at ran. You could see the excitement in her eyes when she saw that you finally invited someone over.

She knew you never had any friends and would always try to include you in everything her and her friends do but you always declined. So now seeing that you have a friend over made her happy for you.

"Oh yeah umm ran this is my sister s/n, s/n this is my friend ran." She quickly went up and shook his hand while ran stared at her nervously.

Weird, he never gets nervous

You thought while staring at the two. He introduced himself before looking away.

"Ah well it's nice meeting you! I'll leave you two alone now." She said before leaving but not before giving you a teasing look.

"So you have a sister?"

"Um yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh um I just..i don't know."

He just nodded before looking back at the tv show that was playing. You nervously played with your fingers while thinking back to the look ran gave to your sister.

After that incident at the little sleepover with ran. He started acting a bit differently. He would want to spend more time at your house. He would sometimes ask about your sister and her love life like is she single? Or is she seeing anyone?

You didn't know why but you would always start getting a little annoyed when he asks you about her. You notice that he also started complimenting your sister a lot when he sees her. Would quickly help her with anything when she has trouble with something.

You didn't want to think much of it. Maybe he was just being friendly with her. But that went away when you saw him shamelessly flirting with her every chance he got.

But you still ignored it and didn't think much of it.

Until one day when you were over at rans house.

You both were watching tv while eating some popcorn. It was silent while you two watched the show that was playing on the TV.

Suddenly ran spoke.

"I have something to tell you."

You turn to look at ran, signaling for him to continue. He took a sip of his drink before talking.

"I like s/n and I was wondering if you could help me out on how to ask her out."

At that moment you could feel your heart shattered. You looked away from him and to the show that was playing.

You awkwardly cough before taking a sip of your drink.

"Um I don't know If I'm the right person to ask for this type of stuff."

"Oh come on please help me out. I want to make it special for her."

You could feel your heart ache and you could feel the tears in your eyes. You got up from the couch before grabbing your things.

"I-I might have a few ideas. I'll tell you tomorrow um anyway I have to go..Bye!"

You didn't give him time to respond before running out of his house.

And as if your day couldn't get any worse it started to rain. You finally let your tears fall while running far from his house. You could feel your legs wobbling the whole way home. You finally made it home all soaking wet and ran pass your family who were in the living room.

You made it to your room and locked the door before heading into your bathroom that was connected to your room. You fell on the floor before finally letting out a loud sob.

How foolish could you be to believe someone like ran haitani would ever love you?

Of course he would pick your sister. Like how everyone else does.

But oh how you wish you could be like your sister. How you wish to be her.

You just wish that he loves you instead.

Might be a little ooc but oh well🕴

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lexxiie · 2 years

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levi and Eren when they are jealous?

Fandom: Attack On Titan

Featuring: Eren Jaeger | Levi Ackerman

When They Are Jealous

EREN JAEGER

Ever since Eren started being around Zeke, he had been absolutely insuferable. You knew that this wasn't him, but you also knew that everything he talked about was vengance. You wanted to believe that there was something else to this whole situation, that he was still the passionate, good man you knew, but he was making it harder and harder everytime.

He wouldn't talk to you, or listen to you, so you stopped bothering. The last couple of weeks, you had been going out with Mikasa and the guys to the tavern. Having some drinks helped all of you to pretend that things weren't falling appart.

As you were chatting with Jean, a guy approached you and asked you to dance with him. You didn't think it would be a bad idea since the guy seemed more friendly than flirty, he probably noticed your sad face and felt bad for you. You glanced at Jean and he nodded, he seemed happy that you got to do something that wasn't being misserable. The dance was going pretty good, the man was being very nice, trying to distract you by making a conversation. Suddenly, you noticed how everyone in the tavern got quiet instantly, but you didn't pay much attention to it... Until you heard him.

"What's going on?" Eren. His face was completely covered in pure anger, but you didn't know if he was angry at you, the guy, or at himself. The man backed off the moment he saw Eren. These days, everyone seemed to fear him. Your boyfriend sighed at the man's reaction, as if he was disappointed with himself. Without saying another word, he gently took your hand in his and looked at you. "Ere-" you started, but were cut off quite quickly. "Just for tonight. Let me be free just for tonight. You can go back to hating me tomorrow morning." He said, almost apologetically. You placed your hand on his cheek. "I can't hate you." And with that, he pressed his forhead against yours and giuded you into a slow dance, as he used to do. You didn't know what awaited for you two, but you were going to enjoy his warmth for as long as he allowed you to.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Levi was a busy man, humanity's strongest soldier was always required somewhere. However, it had gotten considerably worse lately. You literally hadn't seen him at all for the past couple of days. He would get home when you were already asleep, and leave before you woke up. You missed him.

However, Levi hated the whole situation even more. He's a dedicated man, he absolutely hates neglecting you. You are his top priority, and it worries him that you may think otherwise. That's why he decided to take a day off, try to compensate you for all the lost time. The captain thought it would be a good idea to go looking for some flowers at the market, so that's what he did.

He was picking some of your favourite flowers when he heard a laugh that he was able to recognize absolutely anywhere. It was you. He forgot that this was the day you usually went out shopping. As he was about to get away from the market to keep the fact that he was joining you for the day as a surprise, he realized that it was someone who was making you laugh. The guy selling you apples was joking about how he already knew exactly how you liked them because of how often he sees you... Oh.

Levi forgot about his "surprise" plan and decided to approach you two. You were quite startled when you felt the familiar strong hold of his arm around your waist, and a smile appeared all over your face as you looked at him. "Levi!" He couldn't help but smile a little at how excited you were to see him... The smile faded away quickly, though. It was soon replaced by his signature death stare as he looked at the man in front of you. The skin of the poor seller went pale immediately. Without looking away, your boyfriend began, "I got today off. We should get going if we want to make the most of the day." And with that, he gently guided you away from the market.

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 3 years

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Flirting with the intern (1)

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Word count: 1263

Genre: idk, probably a mix of angst of fluff

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: None (let me know if I need to add any)

Summary: You’re Tony’s new intern and Natasha seems to take an interest in you when you’re bartending at a party.

A/n: Hi so this wasn't a request but a lot of you seemed to like this blurb I wrote and I was bored and had writer's block so I came up with this series, hopefully you like it! I will try to update fairly often but no promises (I also have no idea where I’m going with this so feel free to give me ideas). Also if you aren’t on my regular taglist but would like to be tagged in this series, or you are on my regular taglist but wouldn’t like to be tagged in this series let me know, I will not be offended. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

She gets bored of the conversation, eyes wandering around the huge room until she spots you serving drinks to some of the older gentlemen over by the bar. You’re pretty and she admires the dress you’re wearing, noticing with disdain that the men at the bar are doing the same, not at all subtle in the way they leer. You look uncomfortable but handle the situation gracefully, handing over their drinks before walking away, rolling your eyes.

She doesn’t recognize you which is odd. She makes a point to be able to match everybody’s face to their name, a habit formed by years of not trusting others, and there’s no way she missed anyone, much less a cute girl.

“Who’s that?” she asks Steve suddenly, only noticing after she speaks that she interrupted his conversation with Bruce. Oh well, she muses, it’s not like talking about the differences of desserts now and when Steve was born is a particularly important topic over conversation.

Steve doesn’t frown but his forehead wrinkles a little. “I don’t know. You should ask Tony, he probably knows.” Steve pauses, thinking a second. “Or he has absolutely no clue. Either way you should ask him.”

Natasha nods and looks around the room to find Tony. Luckily he seems sober and is pretty close by, talking to Pepper and Rhodney.

“Hey,” she greets as she walks up.

“Hi red,” Tony responds and Natasha gives him a slight glare at the unwanted nickname, being slightly more lenient than usual because she needs something from him.

“Who is the girl working at the bar?” she asks, getting straight to the point.

Tony waggles his eyebrows. “Why? Do you think she’s cute?”

“No,” Natasha half lies (she does but that’s not the only reason she’s asking), “I like to know the names of everybody so if something goes wrong I know exactly who did it. She is obviously an employee of yours but I’ve never seen her before so I would like to know who she is.”

“Spies,” Tony mutters under his breath before speaking louder. “Her name is Y/n and she’s my new intern.”

“What happened to Sarah?” Natasha asks. Sarah wasn’t extraordinary in any sense but she worked hard and Natasha could admire that.

“Couldn’t handle the pressure and started crying in the labs a few days ago saying it was too hard and she wanted to quit, so I told her she no longer had an internship.” Tony explains.

“Which is why you are going to be more understanding and less hard on Y/n.” Pepper interjects, giving Tony a look. “This is your fourth intern in three months. It doesn’t look good for the press if none of your interns like the program or pass it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony waves his hand around. Natasha has no doubt that if he is unsatisfied with your work he’ll take away your internship as well, without considering Pepper’s words.

“Well thank you for your help Tony, I’m going to go talk to her and see what I can find out now,” she tells him, starting to walk away.

“Spies,” Tony mutters again, shaking his head fondly as he watches her go.

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“I’ll take a shot of vodka, neat,” a sultry voice says and you spin around to find yourself face to face with the feared assassin and possibly most beautiful woman to ever exist, Natasha Romanoff.

“I-um, er-” She lifts an eyebrow delicately and you fall silent.

“You do know how to do that right?” she asks sarcastically.

“Of course,” you tell her, more confident after taking a breath. You busy yourself with making the drink which doesn’t take long at all.

“Here you go, um-” you flounder, unsure of what to address her as.

“Agent Romanoff,” she says, sticking out her hand for you to shake.

You lean over the counter and shake it. “Y/n.”

She hums thoughtfully. The view as you leaned over the counter was not bad and she wonders if you were showing off on purpose before brushing that idea out of your head. You seemed nervous early and your body language didn’t suggest anything flirty. Still, she couldn’t help but try her luck.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you,” she says and you feel heat rise in your cheeks and turn your head away so she can’t see your reaction. It’s useless of course and barely hides you at all but she finds it adorable that you tried and also adorable how flustered you get at one generic pick up line.

“Um, thank you,” you tell her, trying not to stutter. She bites back a smile. Just when she thought you couldn't get any more adorable you do, all cute and shy.

She winks. “Just the truth sweetheart.”

You nearly choke on your own spit when you hear her words. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she was flirting with you. But that is impossible because she is so much better than you that the thought alone is completely ridiculous.

“So how are you finding Stark industries so far?” she asks, switching the subject. As much fun as it’s been flirting with you she can tell she needs to tone it down a little if she doesn’t want you to combust.

You blink a few times at the sudden change before speaking. “It’s been quite an experience so far even though I’ve only been here a few days. Tony is definitely as brilliant and eccentric as everyone says and I think I’ve learned a lot and I’m excited to learn more.”

She laughs, a sound that makes you want to hear more. “Tony definitely is eccentric, but as long as you go along with it he’ll love you. And if you get on Pepper’s good side Tony will be scared to fire you.”

“Thanks for the tips,” you say surprised, “Pepper is definitely scarier than Tony.”

“Oh for sure,” Natasha- Agent Romanoff agrees, “but don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Don’t let who let you say what?” Tony asks, standing beside Natasha and throwing his arm around her. She immediately steps away, brushing him off.

“I was just warning your intern about how utterly stupid you can be sometimes,” she tells him, “I want to prepare her properly so she doesn’t leave or get fired like the others.”

She walks off and you watch her go, not noticing how entranced you are until Tony clears his throat.

“So Natasha huh?” he asks and you look at him wide eyed.

“I’m sorry Mister Stark, I don’t know what you mean.” you play dumb.

He shakes his head. “You’re not the first and you definitely won’t be the last, I can’t say I don’t blame you.”

“Mister Stark?”

He sighs. “Just be careful around her kid, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

You nod as he leaves the bar as well. The rest of the night you think about the weird exchanges you had with both Tony and Natasha. Everything you had heard about the Black Widow was that she was cold and unfriendly but she seemed pretty nice to you, especially with the weird almost flirting thing she was doing. You know it wasn’t real, you watch as she makes the rounds of the room and has everyone practically falling over her feet, but it felt real and when she smiles in your direction from across the room and makes eye contact you know that you are way too close from catching feelings, which is always a bad idea.

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thecrystalquill · 5 years

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Love/Hate

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,500+

Summary: Draco and (Y/N) hate each other; it's easier for Draco to hate than to love. But when push comes to shove, a little love might be just what they need.

A/N: Hey! Finally it's Part 4! Might be a while until the next part (writer's block is catching up to me) but enjoy this one!

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Chapter 4

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‘What's the spell for disintegrating something?' (Y/N) thought; she had been studying for the last two hours and her brain had started to become too tired to function properly. The library was quite full with other students hoping to finish their homework before the Christmas holidays or fit in some last-minute studies, and a few were being a little distracting – those few were sitting right in front of (Y/N) and happened to be her friends.

“My parents said they might get me an owl – I’d want a tawny owl but I think they’d probably get me a barn owl.”

“Wouldn’t it be great if we were allowed dogs here? I’d definitely have one.”“Not at all! You know what dogs’re like, they’d be fighting and they’d need walking and attention – which no one would have time for – and they’re so much louder than cats or owls—”

“Guys…” (Y/N) groaned tiredly, resting her head on her hand, “if you’re gonna keep talking, could you at least do it quieter?” She picked up her quill again as her friends raised their hands in surrender. “Also, what’s the spell for disintegration?”

“Deletrius – the eradication spell,” Maven answered boredly as she reopened the potions book she’d forgotten about.

Gasping, (Y/N) mentally scolded herself for forgetting as she scribbled down the spell; charms was usually one of her best subjects, but lately she’d been forgetting things that she already knew and lost focus too easily.

“You doing anything over the holidays, (Y/N)?” Penny asked, a quieter Hufflepuff that (Y/N) didn’t know so well, but treated her like her other friends just the same.

Looking up from her papers, (Y/N) stuttered for a response. “O-oh… um… n-no. no I’m not, er, doing anything. Nothing special.” She cleared her throat before folding away her papers and putting the lid on her ink. “Hey, Naida, where was that divination book you found last week?”

The red-haired girl looked her way and blew a curl out of her face, "Over there, fourth shelf." She yawned, pointing in the general direction.

Nodding, (Y/N) got up on her hunt for the textbook for yet another class she'd been struggling in.

Draco was sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, staring out of the window as they neared the station. "Mother and Father already wrote to me," he told his companions boastfully, "they said we're having a Christmas party. Mother's very excited, but I'm sure it'll be just as boring as anything. Your families have been invited, haven't they?"

Crabbe and Goyle nodded, then Blaise decided to speak up; not letting Draco dominate the conversation. "Yeah, my parents said it's gonna be fancy, have to dress up. I bet we're gonna have to… like… dance." He frowned, the others groaning in agreement; because, really, who wants to do that?

"Well then, you'll just have to avoid your parents at all costs, won't you?" Draco offered with a smirk, knowing all of their parents would be eyeing them all night.

Blaise was about to respond, when the train came to a stop, cutting him off.

The boys collected their things and exited the train, starting their search for their parents. Draco looked around for a minute, before finally making his way to his parents, who had already collected his trunk from the train.

"Draco," his Mother smiled as he appeared in her view, she gave the boy a small hug then pulled back to see his face. "How are you? Your classes are going well, I assume?"

"Yes, Mother." He nodded with a half-smile, which disappeared when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

His Father looked down on him, patting his shoulder in so-called affection. "Draco," he nodded.

Clearing his throat, the boy straightened his posture before replying. "Father," he nodded in return.

"Has everything been going well at school?"

"Yes Father," he said simply.

"Well," Narcissa began, clasping her hands together, "let's head home now, shall we? I'm sure you've had a long day, Draco."

As they were about to leave, Draco looked back, catching sight of a pretty (y/h/c) girl carrying a single case, leaving the station alone.

It was the 24th of December, just before the Malfoy Christmas eve party was due to start, and Draco was in his room fixing his bow tie and combing his hair. There was no doubt in his mind that tonight would be boring, he’d much rather spend the evening in his room, reading a book before bed. Unfortunately, he’d be drinking fancy flutes of bitter champagne and being forced into boring conversations with even more boring adults, or being made to dance with snotty pureblood girls that he probably already knew (and didn’t like at all).

"Draco, hurry up will you? Our guests will be here soon." His Mother called from downstairs.

Taking one last look in the mirror, he took a breath and made his way out. He found his parents by the door, looking elegant as always in their expensive outfits and shining jewels. They always dressed in their finest clothes for these occasions, and never wore the same things twice; this party wasn't a celebration, Draco knew, it was simply an excuse for people to present their wealth and class, and try to show how much better they were than everyone else there. So, Draco was wearing his best black dress-robes, with his expensive polished black shoes, and his new diamond cuff-links.

As the guests started to show and music had started to play, a few forced dances later Draco stood with Blaise off to the side, occasionally sipping champagne as their parents talked. "So… this is… nice--"

"It's bloody boring, Blaise, don't even try."

"Well I'm just saying, it could be worse, right?" He half-defended, setting down the flute and putting his hands in his pockets. "You know, it'd be really bad if--"

"Dracey!" A shrieking voice interrupted them, their eyes widening in horror.

"Damnit, Blaise! You summoned her!" Draco scolded as he prepared himself for his worst nightmare. Turning around, he was blinded by a sparkly hot-pink dress (and there was really nothing hot about it). "Parkinson," he greeted through clenched teeth, with a tight-lipped smile.

The girl beamed at him as she stepped closer - because personal space isn't a thing. "You look so handsome tonight, Dracey," she complemented as she put a hand on his arm.

"Thanks," he replied, subtly shrugging her arm off and sending a panicked glare to Blaise as he slowly shuffled away.

Pansy started to twirl a pink nail in her hair and gave an almost-flirty smile. "What do you think of my dress? Don't you think it looks lovely?" She asked as she grabbed the puffy, knee-length, sequin covered skirt.

"Yeah… er sorry but I have to go… look for… my… er… Mother's earrings. She lost one earlier so… I should grab her a new pair. Bye." He ran off into the crowd, putting as much distance between them as possible.

"Wait! Dracey-Poo! Come back--"

He made his way to the garden patio, reminding himself to get back at Blaise when he finds him. It was dark by now, and cold. His breath fogged in the air and snow had settled over the grass, the steps had been enchanted to keep dry and so he sat down to the side, in the shadows where (hopefully) no one would see him.

The sounds of the party could still be heard, but it was thankfully much quieter. As Draco sat there, his mind started to wander. 'How could this party possibly get any worse?' He thought, 'Maybe if (Y/L/N) came along it'd be worse? Well, probably not. She'd be far more entertaining.' He huffed at the thought; he shouldn't even think about wanting her here.Glancing through the glass doors to the party, the blond caught sight of the horrific pink dress running by. '(Y/L/N) would say something funny about that; she'd probably say she looked like a bedazzled flamingo pulled from a carnival or something.' He laughed at the thought, appreciating her sense of humour - then tried to shake off any more thoughts of her. Which wasn't working very well.

He saw a man walking passed, he was short and plump and had a ridiculous twirly moustache, in one hand was a polished cane and in the other was an almost empty glass of wine. ‘(Y/N) would say he looked like an evil Mr. Monopoly.’ He recalled her bringing the game one year and, though he made fun of it, thought it seemed like a fun way to spend free time. The more he thought of the insults that she would throw if she were here, the more ridiculous the whole even seemed to Draco. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her there; wearing a beautiful long dress in her favourite colour, her hair pulled into a beautiful style, and smiling her beautiful smile. Again, the boy ignored his drifting mind; (Y/N) would never go to an event like this, a meaningless boring party to show off wealth and arrogance and pride. She'd much rather spend quality time with friends - as Draco would rather be doing now. He sighed at the notion; 'Besides,' he thought, 'she's probably having more fun than I am right now anyway.'

Unfortunately, though, she wasn't.

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